Monday: Days Until Prom: 5

Finn silently pumped himself up, watching Rachel put her books away in her locker that morning. He coached himself to be cool and smooth. Make her forget all about St. James. He walked confidently over in her direction.

"Rachel...I'm sure you've heard about that prom thing that Burt and Carole was hosting and I was wondering-" Finn was interrupted as someone slung an arm over Rachel's shoulder.

"Yes, we have heard of it. We're just not certain whether we will be able to attend. Thanks for the invitation you were about to give to us though." Jesse nodded smugly as Rachel smiled up at him. He glanced briefly down at her, before tilting his head up to look happily at Finn again.

"Yes, thank you Finn! I have yet to decide whether I will be attending the faux prom or my true Junior prom." Rachel explained, leaning against Jesse slightly, "I want to support Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany, Sam, and David, but my junior prom is my junior prom and I only get one of those. Either way, Jesse is letting me decide which we go to!" she bounced on the tip of her toes, again glancing up adoringly at him.

"Yes, because even if I don't like her decision, I still respect her right to make it." Jesse eyed Finn in a way that made him think that sentence had another meaning hidden in it, but he couldn't seem to figure out what that meaning was.

"Well Finn, I'll see you in Glee later!" Rachel disappeared down the hallway, after pecking Jesse on the lips. Jesse watched her go silently before turning back to Finn.

"You can't keep doing this. Rachel isn't a toy. Just because one moment you want her and the next you're dating someone else does not mean that she will wait, that she deserves to wait," Jesse corrected himself, "...on someone like you. Face it Finn. You're lives are going in different directions. You can either accept that now or do something stupid and draw out the inevitable. Let her go. She'll be better off without you as a potential mate. Huh, even you'll be better for it too." Jesse clapped him on the shoulder once in a fake show of camaraderie before he too disappeared and Finn was left alone, more confused then ever.

Kurt uncertainly stood in front of the office door, biting his worn bottom lip worriedly. He was told to go here if there were any problems and she had seemed sincere enough at the time...but who really knew with Sue Sylvester? Blaine squeezed his hand.

"We should just go in." Blaine stated, shrugging. He seemed unaffected by what they were about to do and Kurt chalked it up to not being at the school long enough to know Sue Sylvester well enough.

"Yes, instead of sweating out front of my door and causing rainbow puddles to appear at your feet." Kurt stiffened as Sue appeared, squeezing between them and opening her door. "Porcelain, Eyebrows, come on in."

They warily entered the lioness' den.

"What can I do for you? Did you two finally decide to quit that atrocity you call a glee club and join a winning team like the Cheerios?" Sue plopped down in her chair. Kurt looked to Blaine for encouragement to begin, but Blaine had his eyes locked on the open journal on Sue's desk that seemed to be depicting an interesting Sparta-like rendition of Sue slaying the President and then putting his head on a stake and being declared the new queen of the world. It was like a miniature comic strip.

Kurt shook his head, taking his attention off of that and beginning since Blaine seemed unable to.

"Something happened last Friday and I think we need your help to try and fix it."

Figgins had no idea what was going to hit him.

"Figgins, Miss Sylvester is here to see-"

"He doesn't deserve to know what is about to hit him!"

Figgins put down his coffee, paling instantaneously at the sound of the voice coming through his intercom. He looked up through the glass doors of his office to see the raging Sue Sylvester approaching. With a slam, the door was all but kicked in.

"Well Figgins, I would love to see things from your point of view, but I cannot seem to get my head that far up my ass." Figgins balked as that was the first thing out of her mouth. He had no idea what this was about, but he had to at least attempt to defend himself.

"Sue-"

She continued as if he had not even spoken.

"Prom is one of the most important things in high school. Not for the joy it brings students, but the joy it brings me. I will be chaperoning this year's shindig and by not letting the gays go, you're limiting my pool of entertainment, how else will I find children to punish? Puckerman and Lesbian Number One are tight, so I do not foresee him coming without her, therefore not spiking my punch and therefore not letting me torture the truth out of him about the punch. If Big Lips, Small Face doesn't come-"

"Sue, I don't think you understand-"

"Did you just interrupt me?" she stared at him, "Now you have made this battle personal. More personal than taking away my joy. Some babies were dropped on their heads, but you were clearly thrown into a wall." she shook her head, "Now listen, you're going to allow them to go to prom. Remember last year when I blackmailed you? Well, right now you should be blackmailed simply by my presence." Sue sneered at him. Figgins shook his head.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Greatness doesn't have to make sense."

"Sue-" Figgins attempted to continue, but Sue interrupted yet again.

"You have until Thursday to make the decision. Or there will be grave consequences."

R & R. "You're lives are going in different directions. You can either accept that now or do something stupid and draw out the inevitable." One guess as to what I was referring to in that little snippet of Jesse monologue.