Chapter 4: Ease On Down The Road

Will entered the choir room after his row with Sue to find a few glee members mingling around. His already satisfied smile immediately grew bigger at the sight of them all paired up and preparing their songs.

Tina and Artie practised their vocal ranges, while Mercedes and Kurt grooved to their iPods. Rachel and Quinn, however, sat together on the step, both admiring the new baby. The others – Brittany, Santana, Finn, Matt, Mike and Puck – were at cheerleading and football practise respectively.

"Mister Shue," Artie wheeled towards the teacher, "I'm feeling confident about the Invitational already. I heard Mercedes practise before and her belt is stronger than ever."

"That's great, Artie," Will grinned, "I'm feeling positive too." He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention and then proceeded to speak aloud. "Guys, I'm impressed with the determination you've showed. You all got to work straight away on your assignments, and that shows true dedication to glee club." Will breathed a sigh of relief. "I really appreciate it. I'm now even more confident that we can do this!"

"We can't do this!"

The voice of Santana emerged from the entrance. The remaining members were standing behind her. Santana looked enraged.

"Why? What happened?" Rachel frowned.

The cheerleader stepped aside to reveal Brittany, who had a large stain of blueberry slushie all over her chest and in her hair. The sight was met with several gasps from the other glee kids.

Brittany shivered, "It feels like the time I dipped my face into a paint bucket."

"Why did this happen?" Will asked.

"Well, we were walking back from Cheerios practise," Brittany started.

[...]

Only a few minutes earlier, the two cheerleaders had just come from the gymnasium and were on their way to the choir room.

"Ew," Santana dropped her cell phone into her pocket, "that creepy Joseph Katherine guy just attempted to sext me." She rolled her eyes. "No way, loser."

Brittany walked closely beside her friend. "No way," she repeated.

"So," Santana changed the topic, "I'm thinking our cover of the Spice Girls' Who Do You Think You Are is gonna be hot."

"Really hot."

SPLASH!

Without warning, a passing footballer threw a slushie at the pair, which king-hit Brittany in the face. Santana, however, wasn't sure whether to laugh or be shocked.

Brittany squeezed her eyes shut from the frozen pain.

"Really cold."

Across the hall, the footballers of glee club were on their way back from the locker room when they witnessed the slushie attack too.

[...]

Back in the choir room, Brittany had finished explaining what happened, much to the surprise of the other glee members.

"Everybody hates us!" Puck suddenly pushed through the others and into the room. "I just dodged seven different slushies on my way down that corridor. This is not the way I roll."

"Everyone knows about Principal Figgins' budget cut!" Finn shouted.

"And miss Sylvester just gave these to the Cheerios," Santana held up a flyer, "they came straight off the photocopier."

Will stepped forward and took the piece of paper from Santana's hand.

The flyer read: "Don't Stop Believing In Glee Club", except the word "Don't" had a red cross through it. The poster basically read: "Stop Believing In Glee Club".

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Will murmured under his breath.

"We can't afford for miss Sylvester to bring us down like this," Mike complained. "No pun intended."

"Look," Will settled, "when hasn't Sue tried to get rid of us? We just have to look passed this incident and focus on getting the thumbs-up from Figgins."

"Mister Shue's right," Quinn chimed, "I've had my fair share of hurdles with miss Sylvester over the years, and one thing I've learned is not to take everything she says to heart."

"That's kind of an issue when she practically controls everything around here," Kurt argued. "I heard a rumour she bribed Principal Figgins into reducing her suspension after Sectionals."

"Not to mention the emotional trouble she caused me after I joined Cheerios." Mercedes added, "I may be strong and proud of whom I am, but I still remember what she said to me every time I look into a mirror."

"Guys, hold it," Will urged. "We're running off track here. Okay, for the next fifteen minutes, I want you to plan and rehearse this week's assignment in your pairs. Brittany, clean up. The rest of you, take your minds off of what just happened. This is exactly what Sue wants to take place. We can't let her – or anybody else, for that matter – distract us like it has. Keep your head in the game."

The glee kids vaguely nodded in agreement as they split into their groups.

"Mister Shue," Kurt started for Will. "I was, uh, wondering if Mercedes and I can go to the auditorium to rehearse. We kinda need a bit more space than what we have in here at the moment."

"Sure, Kurt," Will grinned. "That sounds exciting."

"Thanks. Feel free to come watch if you like. It's not much, but the basics of our choreography are there. We just haven't finalized any lyrics yet."

"It sounds great." Will was pleased. "We may as well head on over now. I'm sure the others will be okay if we left them for a few minutes."

Kurt turned around and gave Mercedes a thumbs-up.

[...]

A couple of minutes later, the three had set up in the auditorium.

"Okay," Kurt said as he positioned himself centre stage, "Mercedes has been working on re-writing the lyrics, so all we have for now is the dance number. But we want this to be epic, so we'd love to hear your thoughts on what we have before we go on."

"Good work, guys. Let's see it from the top."

Will excitedly took a seat in the front row and looked up at the stage, where Kurt placed one hand on his hip and posed with his back turned to Will. Side-stage, Mercedes prepared the music.

"Hit it!" Kurt ordered.

The lights instantly dimmed and a single spotlight lit up Kurt's position on the stage. Then, the bass of a familiar beat vibrated the walls. Michael Jackson's renowned hit – Billie Jean – played loudly over the speakers as Kurt began thrusting his hips to every beat.

Will immediately grinned.

The music played on as Kurt started to dance and gyrate across the stage, using every Michael Jackson based dance move he could. Will couldn't help but tap his feet and click his fingers throughout the entire number. The song continued as an instrumental piece, while Kurt's impulsive moonwalk impressed Will, who couldn't take his eyes off Kurt's entire arrangement.

It was then that Will had a spontaneous idea.

To be continued...