Mr. William Schuester strode down the hallway and stopped in front of the school notice board. With great pride and excitement, he pinned the Glee Club sign-up sheet up and walked back to the choir room.
When he returned, he was surprised to see Becky Jackson rooting around.
"Becky?" Mr. Schuester called out.
Becky spun around, 'Oh snap!'
And with that, she ran out of the choir room. Mr Schuester stood still for a moment, his brows furrowed.
"Sue." He whispered.
Mr. Schuester briskly walked down the hallway towards the new principal's office. He didn't bother knocking and he just barged straight in.
Sue Sylvester looked up from her papers and smirked.
"Morning, butt-chin." She mocked.
"Why was Becky rooting around in the choir room?" Mr. Schuester said, his voice rigid.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Sue replied, taking off her glasses.
Just then, Becky burst into the room, breathing heavily.
"Coach! He saw me!" Becky screamed.
Becky looked up, saw Mr. Schuester and face-palmed.
"No idea what I'm talking about? Hm? You have one minute to explain to me why you had Becky searching through the choir room." Mr. Schuester demanded, his voice rising slightly.
"I am the principal of this hell-on-earth we call a school. I can do whatever the hell I want," Sue replied, smirking, 'Now get out before I fire you.'
Mr. Schuester's face grew red and he swiftly left the room. He passed the notice board on the way back to the choir room and already noticed a few signatures. He smiled to himself and continued towards the choir room.
Mr. Schuester spent the next hour and a half sorting out sheet music and organising the choir room. This is always how he spent his first day back at school. Of course, he was sad to see all of the Glee members leave. Between Blaine getting into NYADA and Tina getting a recording contract, it had been an eventful year.
"Knock, knock."
Mr. Schuester turned around and grinned when he saw the one and only Santana Lopez standing in the doorway.
"Santana! Shouldn't you be in New York?" Mr. Schuester asked her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I've got the week off. I figured I could help you with the Glee Club auditions." She replied, taking her usual seat at the back of the choir room.
"Of course! That would be amazing, thank you!"
"Don't mention it. I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately and I figure that if I hear some god-awful singing coming from the mouth of some acne-infested teenager, it would make me feel better." Santana replied, grinning.
Mr. Schuester laughed and they spent the rest of the day catching up and cleaning the choir room.