38: The Sapotis

When I told Adrien of my idea of moving out, I never thought that he would be very involved.

He's sent me links to multiple apartments and condos in the morning before meeting up for school.

"Have you gotten enough sleep?" I asked worriedly as we ate lunch together.

He yawned, "I'll take a nap later. I was just very excited."

I smiled wryly, "I know you have good intentions Adrien, but some of the places are out of my budget."

"Oh," He says as he rubs the back of his neck, "Sorry, I got carried away."

I grabbed his hand from under the desk and gave it a squeeze, "It's okay. But this is my budget."

I wrote it down on the corner of my notes and showed it to him.

He nodded to himself, "Okay. I'll start taking that into account."

"And I know it's going to sound harsh," I started softly, "But we can't tell Nino, or anyone else, my new address."

Already, I could tell Adrien didn't like hiding more secrets to our best friend, but he squeezed my hand, "At least I will be able to have you all for myself."

I was very close to lean for a kiss, but then I stopped myself, my lips just a few inches away before moving away and looking at the paper.

"I want time to move faster so we can freely show our affections," I told him in Italian.

"Me too, love. Me too," He tapped the back of my hand in Morse.

We could only smile at each other, just in time to see Alya and Nino coming towards us.

"Yo!" Nino exclaimed as they got in front of us.

I casually fix my papers, showing off my free hands to Alya.

"Are you ready for the try outs after school?" Nino continues. "I think Alya and I are going to be a strong competition."

Alya smiled wryly towards him before placing her hands on her hips, "You're dancing solo, aren't you Jolene?"

I nodded, "I heard that even though students can enter as couples, the judges will choose the best girl and boy to represent our school."

"You think you can be the number one girl?" Alya raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged, "I want to think I have a good chance. But if I'm not chosen, I'm not going to cry over it."

She hummed thoughtfully, before looking at Adrien, "I thought you would pair with Jolene for the try outs."

Adrien blushed as he placed a hand behind his neck, "I would have love to be her partner." He was really selling it as he avoided eye contact with me, "But I have a very tight schedule.

"When I mentioned it to my father, he basically told me that I was forbidden to participate. Though, I'm not that great of a dancer…"

"Nonsense," Alya waves him off, "You're a great dancer! Like when you danced with my girl, Marinette."

"It was just a slow dance, nothing that impressive," He says modestly. "But I hope you and Nino win."

"Ouch," I teased.

"No! I mean-" He blushes as he pats my shoulder, "You know what I mean," He pouts.

We all laughed.

"Yes, I do," I said after my giggles died down. "You guys would be great representing the school.

"The only reason why I'm even going to try out is for the donation money," I told them. "I want to donate the money to the Ocean Cleanup. Have you guys thought about what non-profit organization you'll donate if you win?"

"Wait, we don't keep the money?" Nino asks, genuinely confused.

Alya gently elbows him before she looks at us, "I want to donate to the Wildlife Sanctuary in Martinique."

I nodded, "That's nice."

"Hey, as long as the money helps somebody, it's worth it," She said gently. She looked like she wanted to say more, but she shook her head, "Nino and I are going to give it our best. You do the same, okay?"

"I will," I nodded and soon they left, after Nino waved us goodbye before leaving us alone in the classroom again.

"You're not a bad actor," I told Adrien wryly.

"Hey, I'm learning from you," He smiles cheekily. "But I hope they do win because," He paused as he pressed a finger against my lips. "I don't want someone else to dance with you."

How could I forget the jealousy?

I moved his finger away, "If it's one of our classmates that doesn't have a crush on me. We'll be fine."

He didn't look convinced, so I had to add, "Plus, you're more than just my dance partner and it means so much more when I do it with you."

"That sounded dirty," He teases.

I slapped his shoulder just in time for Marinette to see it as Adrien was laughing.

When our eyes met, we froze for a second before I offered a tiny smile at her before giving Adrien a stink eye.

"You're impossible," I said as I grabbed my pencil and started to tap it against the desk, creating a message for him to understand.

He calmed down and then looked towards the door where Marinette was previously.

Then the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch.

The tryouts were going to take place in the courtyard after school.

Mr. Damocles, Ms. Bustier, Mr. D'Argencourt and Mr. Monlataing were going to be the judges. They had a table set up as they had clipboards as they took notes of us.

On Mr. Damocles' right, there's a pair of speakers ready to play music.

"Thank you for coming," Mr. Damocles announced as he stood up.

"These tryouts will be held rather simple. We will play different songs of different genres and you will have to dance to the best of your ability.

"Different genres are different rounds and we will take small pauses to decide who will proceed to the next round.

"If you are in pairs… we might have to break you up if we believe your partner is a better dancer."

There were whispers among my classmates and I saw Mylène hugging Ivan a little tighter at the reveal of the news.

"We understand that breaking up dance partners will be difficult for you, but remember students, we are choosing a boy and a girl to represent us in the High School Dance competition!

"And that boy and girl has to be the best the school has to offer," He concludes as he sits down. "We'll begin now."

He pulled out his phone and he pressed on the screen. Soon, a salsa song started. 'Si Supieras' by Pedro Conga, I recognized.

Immediately half of the people in the room were stuck.

The song wasn't even finished when it was paused and Mr. D'Argencourt called out names.

"The names that I have said will not move to the next round. Please get out of the court," He stated.

Lots of people were disappointed and immediately I saw Ivan leaving Mylène alone.

The teachers were whispering among themselves and I took that as a chance to pull my hair up in a ponytail. Though, I should have done that before I got here. But I did change into my dance heels.

Then I saw Mr. Damocles searched on his phone before the familiar song of 'Shake Your Groove Thing' by Peaches and Herb played.

Again the song didn't finished when it was paused.

This time the judges spoke to each other a little longer than before when Mr. D'Argencourt called names.

"You know the drill! Get out the court!" He yelled.

I looked around to see that it was just the four of us. Alya and Nino, Kim and me.

I looked towards the crowd, catching a glimpse of Adrien waving at me. I waved back, smiling fondly as he grinned at me.

When Kim and I made eye contact he actually came closer to me.

"I know we can be the best team, so let's be one," He offered his hand.

I looked at it and then at Alya and Nino who were busy talking to each other as Alya stared at us.

I sighed, but nodded as I took his hand.

"Just because I don't want to take Nino away from his girlfriend," I told him just in time that I heard the unmistakable Swan Lake Suite Op.20: Waltz.

I heard Kim groan and I was a little afraid that he didn't know of the classics before he suddenly took into a proper Viennese Waltz position and we started dancing.

Easily I caught up as I felt his queues to turn around and hold onto him for a dip.

The music stopped and we all stood at attention.

"Alya Cesaire," Mr. D'Argencourt started, "Please see yourself out of the court."

I saw how sad Nino looked as Alya gave him a small smile as she left.

"Miss Baudelaire," Mr. D'Argencourt caught my attention. "You are officially the chosen girl to represent this school."

"And you boys are wonderful dancers, but unfortunately only one can be chosen," Ms. Bustier says. "So we will decide by having each of you dance with Jolene using the same song."

"Boys, heads or tails," Mr. Monlataing says as he takes out a coin from his pocket.

"Heads!" Kim yells before Nino could say a word.

The coin flipped and Mr. Monlataing smiled wryly at Kim.

"Tails," He revealed.

"Kim," Mr. Damocles starts, "Please stand to the side so that Jolene and Nino could take the floor."

Kim was definitely pouting as Nino offered his hand as we both went to the center of the 'stage'.

I watched from the crowd of students, Adrien was talking to Marinette and Alya.

They three of them waved at us and I saw Nino winking at Alya. I only offered a small wave before the music started.

I was a bit surprised at the choice of using 1 O'Clock Jump, but Nino quickly started to take the lead.

Immediately I noticed that he did take more lessons on the swing dances because he definitely improved more than the last time we danced together. His footwork was faster and cleaner. I was genuinely impressed, and happy. We might be able to compete together.

The music paused and we both looked at the judges.

They all looked pleased.

"Very impressive," Mr. Damocles states, "Now it's Kim's turn."

Nino let go of my hand and quickly Kim took his place.

"I hope you can follow my lead," Was the only warning he gave me before the music started from the beginning again.

If I thought Nino was impressive, then Kim literally swept me off my feet.

He was much faster than Nino, and I barely had a strong enough grip as he flipped me around and threw me towards his side as we held our hands.

When the music stopped, Kim had just finished doing another flip and had me in a deep dip.

We both looked at the judges and our classmates. And after a few seconds I realized that they were cheering.

Kim gently pulled us back up as we faced the judges who all stood up.

Mr. Damocles cleared his throat after he finished talking with the teachers.

"Ahem," He started, "We, the judges, unanimously voted that Jolene and Kim will be our school's representatives for the National High School Dance Competition."

"Congratulations, Jolene and Kim," Ms. Bustier smiled. "Mr. D'Argencourt will brief the two of you about the rules and how the competition's scheduling is going to work."

"Now that we have our champions, the rest of the student body, please leave. I need to talk with the competitors in private!" Mr. D'Argencourt announced. "Please move along quickly!"

Our classmates shouted their congratulations to us as they left the courtyard.

"Adrien, please wait for Miss Baudelaire outside," Mr. D'Argencourt said when Adrien was about to approach me.

We looked at each other and I nodded slowly. He sighed, but nodded back as he and Nino walked together.

Once it was just us, plus the judges, Mr. D'Argencourt motioned for us to come closer.

"Ms. Bustier," The fencing master started, "How are their academic scores?"

"They are both good, Jolene has a bit of a higher grade, but very good overall."

Mr. D'Argencourt nodded before he took on his lecturing pose I've seen countless times when he talks to the fencing team.

"This competition is one of the most prestigious the nation offers.

"It is on live television and if we are champions, then it will take approximately two weeks of intense training.

"It will take up a lot of your time so it is understandable that you both might fall behind homework and assignments, but we all agreed that whoever is representing the school will have extra time to finish your academics."

"I'm sure your friends will be happy to help you if you need it," Ms. Bustier says. "Max and Adrien have one of the highest scores, you both are in good hands."

"Now, for the actual competition," Mr. Damocles pulls out a paper and puts on his reading glasses.

"It will take place in the TVi Studio.

"There will be three judges and they will score from 1-10. However that will only be for the second day of the competition and onward.

"The first round consists of all of the participating High Schools dancing together on the same floor. Very similar to how it was done today," He looked at us. "There are 100 schools participating and it will be cut down to 20 by the end of the first day.

"Once chosen from those twenty, you will be given two days to study two or three choreographies that will be given to you so you can perform in the next show.

"And from there the judges will start giving official scores.

"Mr. D'Argencourt will keep you informed of the itinerary as you guys progress in the competition," Mr. Damocles finished as he then looked back at Mr. D'Argencourt.

"You will arrive at TVi at five in the afternoon this Friday. Pick out your best dance outfit. It is uncertain how long the first day will last, but it can be between two to four hours.

"When you arrive at the lobby, just say the school you are representing and one of the many receptionists will give you a number and give you instructions on how to get to the studio.

"I trust the both of you will agree on what to wear?"

Kim and I looked at each other and nodded.

"I'm sure we can agree on something," I said softly.

"Yeah," Kim agreed

"Then it's settled," Mr. Damocles smiled. But then he raised his hand as he looked back at the paper he had in his hands. "One more thing. Have you decided which organization you decided to donate the prize money to?"

"Jolene is picking," Kim immediately said. "I want to keep the trophy."

I smiled wryly as I saw them looking at me.

"The Ocean Cleanup Project," I answered.

Ms. Bustier wrote it down with a soft smile.

"Alright, then, we are finally done with today. You may go now," Mr. Damocles finally finished and Kim and I didn't waste anymore time to leave.

When we got outside, all of our friends were waiting for us.

"So, when is the competition?" Alix asks.

"Friday," Kim grins as he puffs out his chest. "And it's gonna be on live television!"

My friends cheered and were congratulating us once again, but suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I'm going to be on live television.

My face is going to appear to the whole nation.

"Jolene? You're looking a little pale," Adrien grabbed my wrist.

"I- I'm just a little overwhelmed," I manage to say. "I want to go home."

Adrien nodded, "Let's get your things and I'll take you."

We both headed inside where the majority of our classmates still crowded over Kim.

The courtyard was empty as we finally made it to the lockers.

Adrien quietly helped me get my things, but before we left the locker room, he stopped me.

"Jolene, tell me what's going on?"

I let out a shuddering breath, "I'm going to have to wear my contacts again. Maybe my wigs too…"

"Hey," Adrien grabbed my shoulders. "You're safe. You are here with me. Remember that."

I nodded as I hugged him, "Thank you. I needed that."

Adrien placed his head on top of mine as he wrapped his arms around me, "Hey, you know that I'm here for you," He said softly as he kissed the top of my head before I let go of him.

Our hands lingered before we walked side by side, finally exiting the school.

Something compelled me to look behind and I saw a flash of black-blue hair ducking behind a pillar.

Should have known Marinette would have been the one to notice Adrien slipping away from the crowd.

Giles was already waiting for us, parked right in front of the now empty front of the school.

Adrien opened the door for me and I got in wordlessly as he followed behind.

Once he was in, he held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before we put on our seatbelts.

"I'm dropping Jolene to her door before heading for Chinese," Adrien stated.

Giles nodded and soon drove off.

I looked from the rear view mirror, seeing Marinette looking after us and I spotted a red thing sticking out of her satchel.

I grabbed Adrien's hand and kissed the back of it.

"I don't know if I should dance," I started honestly.

Adrien squeezed my hand tightly, "I don't want to force you to anything. But when I saw you dancing… you looked so happy."

"But I am happy, thanks to you," I said quickly.

Adrien smiled, "I know, but this time, it was a different type of spark in your eyes.

"Your eyes were burning with competitive passion that I haven't seen in a while," He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand.

"We agreed that there are no secrets between us," He whispers. "I'm going to admit that I am jealous that you are going to dance with Kim.

"But I don't want that to stop you from competing. I know that you are a great dancer. And I know that if you really set your mind to it, you and Kim will win."

Giles finally arrived at my building and Adrien opened the door for me.

"Just think about it more," He says as he leads me to the front door. "I'll visit you tonight for dinner."

I smiled and quickly kissed his cheek, "I'll be waiting then."

He nodded and kissed my cheek before getting back in the car and left.

When I got back to my apartment, I only sighed tiredly as I took off my shoes.

I'm taking a quick nap and then I'll start prepping for dinner.

I was awoken from my nap by someone calling me.

I picked it up without reading who it was.

"Allo?" I answered with a yawn.

"How can you be sleeping at a time like this? We need to pick out our outfits!" Kim's voice exclaims as I heard shuffling behind him. "At least I'm down to some choices, but what are you going to wear? We need to somewhat match."

All my tiredness was gone as I almost fell off my bed as I scrambled to my closet.

"Sorry," I said as I flipped through the hangers of my clothes.

"Do you want to video call? That way we can actually see what we have," I suggested as I pulled out the green casual dress I used in Parc Monceau.

The reply was Kim requesting a video call.

Naturally I answered and I saw him setting up his phone, probably on his desk as he showed me black slacks and a matching button up shirt.

"This is a classic," He states as he then pulls out his black and white leather Oxford shoes. "I used this for a family friend's wedding about a couple of months ago and they still fit me," He stated proudly. "I was the hype man for the dance floor."

"I don't doubt that," I stated wryly as I set up my phone on my desk and showed him the dress. "I'm going to wear short spandex under so we can do flips and all those lifts without worrying about flashing," I said as I rubbed the back of my neck. "And I could wear the same shoes I used today.

"I would rather wear flats, but I have a feeling the judges might also judge appearances," I sighed. "We can look more dapper?" I offered.

Kim hummed thoughtful as he left the screen on his phone as I heard background sounds.

Then he came back and brought in white suspenders. "I can borrow a green bow tie from my dad's things to match with your dress.

"And what can you do with your hair?"

"A high ponytail with a pretty white bow?" I offered.

He hummed thoughtfully before nodding, "Sounds good, I guess. Well, that's the hard part now the easy.

"So how are we going to train for this?" He asks.

"We can't exert ourselves before the competition. But we can meet up to go over some dance moves and genres we are familiar or unfamiliar with."

"I'm free after dinner," He states immediately and internally I was kind of dreading how this team is going to be.

"I was thinking about tomorrow after school," I stated. "Look, Kim, for the first round, we don't know how long we are going to dance. It's best to save our strength, but once we make it to the second round, then we can start practicing on choreographies."

Kim pouted, but thankfully he understood. "Okay, fine. See you tomorrow then."

"See you then," I waved at him before ending the call.

I looked at the time and sighed as I set up a timer to work on my homework before starting to prepare dinner.

Today's dinner is pork chops, with a side of roasted pumpkin wedges topped with Parmesan cheese and steamed rice with carrots, cabbage and broccoli.

I was setting up the table for the three of us. Making sure that Plagg has his extra helping of cheese.

Just finishing mixing the hibiscus iced tea, I felt hands on my waist and pulled me close to a familiar chest.

His lips placed a gentle kiss on the side of my temple, "Go sit down, while I serve your drink."

"Yes, amore," I smiled as I returned his kiss.

"Jolene!" Plagg shouts as he gets close to my face. "You are the best cook ever!"

I smiled proudly as Adrien pulled out the chair for me and pushed it.

Plagg flew towards his little table as I stretched out my arm and I pushed his little chair for him.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks," Plagg says as he rubs his little hands together and sniffs the food in front of him.

We didn't wait long for Adrien to serve us the tea and he joined us.

Dinner was warm and pleasant. We enjoyed the food and drinks.

We fell into our routine as we picked up the dirty dishes, Plagg helping picking them up as Adrien helped me dry them as I washed them.

Plagg flew towards his Chez Chat after we finished.

Then Adrien and I went to the living room, snuggled together as we put on a random movie that I'm sure we weren't going to pay attention to.

Adrien wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand tucking inside my jeans from the front of my hip, his fingers playing with my waistband.

While I rested my hand over his thigh, rubbing up and down, sometimes teasing his inner thigh. But I was very careful not to touch his crotch. At least not yet.

Adrien leaned in closer as he started to kiss my neck, up my jaw before straddling on top of me as our lips finally locked together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands grabbing his hair and massaging his scalp.

His hands squeezed my ass as he started to grind me.

I had to break us apart for air as I looked at him, his eyes full of lust.

"I love you," I told him, never tired of saying those words to him.

"I love you, too," He replied softly as he grabbed my face, "And I want to be the only one to touch you like this."

He immediately reached under my shirt and cupped my breast, his whole hand spread out to give it a delightful squeeze. His thumb in that tactical area where he could flick and press my nipple however he pleases.

Then with his free hand, with months of practice, he managed to unbutton and unzip my jeans, letting his fingers play with my wet pussy.

"And like this," He sucks on the sweet spot on my neck.

I could feel myself getting wetter as his fingers rubbed and gave the right amount of pinching pressure on my clit.

I moaned as I spread my legs further.

"You will be the only one," I managed to say when Adrien pulled his hand out, showing off my glistening juices.

He stared into my eyes as he licked his fingers, sucking them dry.

I kissed him feverishly as I pulled him on top of me as I lay down on the couch.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hot erection through his pants. Our clothed hips moving in the act of the horizontal tango. His hands grabbed mine and placed them over my head.

If my engine was turned on before, it's roaring now.

But then all the lights were turned off.

We both stopped in an instant as we got off the couch. And good thing too because Plagg came in with the iPod in his hands, crying, "The WiFi's gone! I was in the part where Juan barged in the mansion with his sidekick horse and rescued Sophia from her awful mother!"

"I have a feeling that this is an Akuma's doing," I stated wryly as I discreetly fixed my shirt.

"Plagg, claws out!" Adrien said, and I quickly grabbed the iPod before it fell to the ground.

When I turned around, Cat put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him.

"A kiss for good luck?" He smirks.

I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deeply. As I was parting, I gently bit his lower lip before letting go.

"I'll be in my room, waiting for you," I said coyly. Then I leaned towards his ear and whispered, "I liked where we were heading."

Quickly he left and I smiled, glad to be able to do that to him.

Well, might as well put the iPod back in its place.

It was getting pretty late and when I looked out my window, I didn't hold it against my boyfriend.

Whatever is this Akuma's power, creating a self-multiplying army of red impish goblins, must be a bit harder than just facing one entity.

By the time he returned, he didn't say anything as he jumped out of my window and untransformed once he was outside my room.

I saw the flash of light before the door opened to reveal a huffing Adrien.

We just stared at each other before he basically jumped on top of me and raised my hands over my head.

We gave each other pleasure, but still in technical terms not reaching third base.

We laid down on my bed, only in our underwear plus my night shirt.

"I want to talk to Ladybug about giving you a Miraculous," He stated softly, immediately getting my attention.

"What happened tonight?" I asked as I turned around to face him.

And so he told me about a new superhero calling herself Rena Rouge, the holder of the Fox Miraculous. And how she was able to help defeat the Sapotis.

"If Hawkmoth really went to attack you, it would give me a peace of mind to know that you are able to transform and escape," He confessed as he pulled me close. "I don't want to ever lose you."

I hugged him tightly and rubbed his back.

"I don't either," I replied softly. "But what you told me, Ladybug is the person who gets to choose who gets a Miraculous.

"And that's okay. I don't need one. I have you," I kissed him softly, "You are my miracle."

That night, Adrien left my apartment very late.

Leaving me feeling loved and protected. Hopefully, I was able to return the same sentiment to him.

Omake 25

The dance competition was intense. And as I looked at our competition, I felt pretty proud that Jolene and I went with a coordinated color palette and looked fancier than most of them.

Though, I was confused why Jolene decided to wear green contacts, but glad she didn't wear a wig. Girls can be so weird.

We were immediately divided into four groups since all of us couldn't exactly fit in the dance floor.

When it was our turn, I was glad that Jolene and I were in sync for the ten minutes we were on stage, even as they changed songs between rhythms.

After all the groups finally danced, then came the elimination for half of the participants.

Jolene was holding my hand tightly, and I think I might have done the same.

We cheered when we heard that we will go to the next round.

This time separated into two groups. And the same thing happened for the next ten minutes.

And again came the names for those who lost.

Our names weren't called and then came the last round where it was just the remaining 25 couples.

"Hermosa," I heard someone call from behind Jolene before the start of the last round. It was some random blond dude who was holding a brunette girl from her waist.

I've never seen Jolene scoff and roll her eyes towards a person before, so immediately I knew that this dude wasn't cool.

"Leave me alone, Axel," Jolene stated dryly without looking back at him. "We are competing against each other."

"Just look at me," Axel said, "I'm over you."

Jolene bit her lower lip nervously before sighing and turned around.

She stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before turning her back at him, "Good. I hope you can finally leave me alone."

Axel's jaw dropped, and the girl looked between them a little lost.

"Well, I hope you and your boyfriend lose," He huffs.

"We are going to win!" I finally said, offended that he thinks he is going to beat me. I'm definitely the best dancer here.

"He's not my boyfriend," Jolene grumbled, "He's a good friend."

"He's your friend?" Axel's eyes widened, but then the Host finally announced the final round and the music started.

Jolene and I got in position and started dancing.

It took a while for Jolene's face to soften as we were waltzing, "Sorry for you to see that. Axel has been asking me out even though I told him I wasn't interested."

Immediately I thought of Chloé.

I have sort of done the same thing to her. But when she turns me down, it hasn't been… nice.

"Why won't you give him a chance?" I asked, and the way that Jolene was giving me that sharp glare, I knew that was the wrong thing to ask.

"Because I'm not interested in fuckboys," She says through gritted teeth.

I almost lost my footing, but thankfully the change of music to tango helped with the transition.

Okay, this guy is definitely not cool if it makes someone like Jolene say a profanity without hesitation.

"Okay, I get that," I replied. "Then while we are here, I'll protect you from him."

And immediately Jolene's face softened as she gave me a wry smile. "I will appreciate that."

"Hey, it's what friends do," I replied with a smirk of my own as I dipped her. "Now, more than ever I want us to win."

By the end of the show, we were the one of the twenty couples.

So did Axel and his partner, but that's not important.

At least we will return for the second act.

AN: Dear lord, I know I'm behind Miraculous, but this is too much if the spoilers I've read is true. I refuse to believe Adrien is a sentimonster. But this is my fanfiction. And I'm going to write what I want and make the ending that I want.

Anyways, sorry for the rant and sorry for the long wait.

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And again, thank you all who have read this far and I hope you guys liked what I did with this chapter. Next chapter will be about the Dance Competition, but it will reference an episode that I don't think it needs Jolene's POV. Any guesses?