I do not own Glee.

Will Schuester groaned in frustration and raked his hands through his hair. He was so tired of Sue Sylvester's insane vendetta against the Glee Club. Somehow, she had found out about the kid's kissing fundraiser last week, and decided to use it to keep them from going to Regionals. She was always looking for something to use against him and his life would be so much easier if the kids would stop handing her ammunition. He glared at Sue as she ranted to Principal Figgins. He had tuned her out after he realized where this was heading, but phrases like "legalized prostitution" and "permanent expulsion" kept slipping through. He'd learned it was better to wait her out and then try to talk sense into Figgins at the end, but when she started talking about firing him for running a harem, he knew he should intervene.

"Enough, Sue! They wouldn't have even needed a fundraiser, if you hadn't stolen our buses! I'm fine with some form of punishment, like lunch detention..."

"Lunch detention? William, that's like giving probation to a serial killer. How I miss the good old days of corporal punishment!" Sue bellowed, getting ready for another long winded rant. Will looked desperately at Figgins, hoping he would stop this already.

"Alright, alright, calm down, Sue. No one was hurt and we've had no parental complaints. I think Saturday School will be sufficient punishment." Figgins declared. Will said thank you and rushed out of the office before Sue could rail on the injustices she had to face daily. He had a group of juvenile delinquents to sentence.

*Glee*

Finn cringed as Rachel turned the volume on his stereo all the way up. It was totally unfair that he had to be at school at 7 am on a Saturday, and this was all her fault. He never would have agreed to Quinn's plan if Rachel hadn't told him too. He'd had to get up extra early to drive her, because her dad's had grounded her from her car for a week for getting in trouble at school. And now he was listening to some ridiculous song on repeat, he really wished he was still in bed.

"Rach, why are we listening to this again. Can we please play something else?" Rachel pouted and lowered the volume, but didn't change the song.

"Finn, it's "Don't You Forget About Me". Just like in The Breakfast Club! Isn't it exciting? It's just like a movie!" He didn't understand how she was so cheerful. Didn't she realize it was a Saturday?

"Um, yeah, thrilling." He grumbled. She'd tried to make him watch that movie last night and he'd fallen asleep.

"It's perfect, Finn! You're the jock, Puck's the criminal, Quinn's the princess, I'm obviously the crazy one, and I guess, Sam can be the brain. Maybe Coach Sylvester will be our teacher today! Do you think we'll have to write an essay?"

"I really hope not. Puck says the old library lady is in charge and she'll sleep most of the day and so will I." He ignored her pouting face, he did not want to get involved in whatever she was plotting in her head...like reenacting '80s movies. "How did Mercedes get out of this, anyway?"

"She talked Mr. Schue out of it because she only sold cookies. So it's just the people who were in charge of it, I guess." She frowned. "So I guess I shouldn't really be here...it's just like the movie!" She smiled happily. He was glad she was so cute, because she'd be unbearable otherwise. He was also glad they were finally at the school, because he was really sick of this song.

*Glee*

Puck was no stranger to Saturday School. He probably spent every Saturday his Freshman year in this exact same spot. The furthest table back, just out of the librarian's eye sight, and he always sat on the right side, so he could lean against the bookshelf while he slept. And he seriously hoped he was going to be able to sleep, because a Saturday locked in a room with Rachel, Finn, Quinn, and Sam was torturous. It was like somebody had finally devised a way to punish him for every bad thing he'd ever done. He didn't want to spend the day watching Finn and Rachel make googley eyes at each other. And he really didn't want to spend the day watching Sam drool all over Quinn. He refused to believe Quinn reciprocated Sam's feelings. And of course, Quinn looked beautiful this morning. He really wished she'd hurry up and rejoin the Cheerios. He couldn't see her hair down like that without remembering what it felt like to run his hands through it. He leaned back and closed his eyes. It didn't matter if he slept or not, he could not watch them anymore.

The librarian came in and explained how their day would go. Much to Rachel's disappointment, they would not be writing essays. She made them all sit at their own tables, and told them they couldn't use their phones, listen to music, or talk. But they could work on their school work. Then she settled herself behind her desk, and just as Puck had predicted, she was snoring within 5 minutes.

Quinn was so mad that she was here. She had much better things to do with her Saturday, like, well, ok, so since she quit the Cheerios, she really didn't have any friends or any plans or anything to do at all. In fact, if she was at home, she'd probably sleep in and then spend the day constantly refreshing her Facebook page and making up excuses for why she couldn't hang out with Sam. She'd really been hoping that leaving the Cheerios would make Sam lose interest in her. But the day after his blow up, he'd apologized to her and she'd been so freaked out by her moment with Finn that she'd told him not to worry. Things weren't back to normal, but what was ever normal about her life anyway. She opened her bag and pulled out her History book. At least she'd get her essay done.

Finn stretched his arms. And then he stretched out his legs. And he scooted his chair out. And then back in. And then he tapped on the table. And rearranged his notebooks. And then stretched again. A little ball of paper smacked him in the head. He unrolled it. "Sit still!" It said in Rachel's familiar handwriting. Only it wasn't as neat as usual. He slid his chair around and flinched at the noise it made when it smacked her table.

"You're shaking my table!" She hissed. He wondered if the charm of being in school on a Saturday was finally wearing off. "Do you think we can talk yet? In the movie, they had..." He groaned and tuned her out. It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Clearly, I'm being influenced by the Breakfast Club for this one! Although, like Finn, I tried to watch it and fell asleep. Also, Finn's cranky when he has to get up early. He'll be in a better mood later, lol!