A/N: This is Glee, but all the kids are gender-swapped. What would our perceptions about these people be if their genders were switched? How would their situations be different? I haven't changed the adults (and I'm not including their storylines for the most part) because honestly, I don't find them interesting at all. Almost all of the dialog is exactly the same, but some of it (and some other details) have been changed for continuity. Some storylines have been altered either to fit gender stereotypes or impossibilities (Kurt's bullying, Quinn's pregnancy). Some storylines have been "added" to provide background and foreshadowing for other storylines. Thoughts are included, and a lot of this is based on my interpretations of the characters.

If you find any errors (continuity that I missed or made, grammar, spelling, vocabulary, awkward wording), please tell me – and thanks in advance. If my interpretation or alteration of a storyline or character doesn't make sense, please give me your opinion on that. I am more than happy to hear how other people in the fandom sees things, whether it's eye-to-eye with mine or entirely different.

Gleender-Swapped

Pilot

Kate Hummel and Norah Puckerman watch as their Spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester, walks from his banged-up piece of shit he calls a car straight past the dumpster they're making negotiations at. Kate's hugging her new black fur jacket like it's about to be ripped off of her any second, and Norah is holding her guitar case in one hand. She and Electric Zoo have a gig later; she's stressed about it because she hasn't gotten enough practice. That's what the cigarettes are for. At least she was able to talk Fiona into coming with her to intimidate the fashionista.

"Making new friends, Katie?" Mr. Schuester asks as he passes by.

"She sure is, Mr. Schue," Norah assures him, tossing the teacher a smile. She turns her mohawked head back to Kate.

"Fiona, you're still missing that essay on qué hiciste en el verano pasado."

Fiona, the tall, lanky soccer player looks blank. "What?"

"What you did last summer." He gives Fiona a pointed look, and the brunette kneads her knuckles into her forehead.

Wasn't that due yesterday? Ugh, my mom's gonna ride me on this... "Almost halfway done with almost all of it, Mr. Schue!" She smiles at him nervously as he marches away. She turns back to Norah.

Norah's looking at Kate expectantly. Her mohawk stands straight up, cutting through the breeze. "You brought my cigarettes?"

"I couldn't remember which kind you wanted," Kate answers anxiously, "so I got you these. They're classy." She pulls two packs of Menthols from her purse. Norah scowls.

"You bitch, I smoke Camels!" She takes the packs from the short soprano and shoves them into one of the pockets in her backpack. "Remember next time!"

"Nor, she was probably stressed enough from doing something illegal," Fiona reasons. It's bad enough that Norah smokes, but Fiona really doesn't want to be dragged into extorting students to support her best friend's illegal habits.

"Pussy," Norah mutters.

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A senior – Henry? No, Hank, I think. Richard Berry can't remember his name – is practicing with Mr. Ryerson. Richard is watching because he's envious. That solo belongs to him, and Mr. Ryerson knows it! His piano skills are substandard, Rich tells himself as the balding educator starts playing. The teacher and student sing together, and Mr. Ryerson pulls the pink sweater off his shoulders. Their harmony sucks. The senior looks nervous as they go on, and Mr. Ryerson glances up at him, then reaches back to pat the senior's abdomen in a gesture of assurance... or so it seemed until he turned his hand around to slide his hand slyly down the senior's torso.

Oh my god, Mr. Ryerson's a pervert! Richard's eyes widen, and for a second, he doesn't know what to do. He closes his eyes, pushes aside his emotions to save for later, and rushes straight to Principal Figgins's office. Unlike other guys, Richard has never been shy with his tears, and as a hopeful Broadway star, it was imperative that Richard master the art of crying. That sure came in handy when he was talking to Figgins since Richard had to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation.

"... It was so wrong!" Richard sniffs, but he doesn't shy away from Figgins's gaze. A few law sobs don't seem out of place, and Figgins hands Richard the tissue box on his desk. His dads were going to be so proud of him.

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Mercer Jones is a boy with music in his soul. He marches into the auditorium, confident. This isn't really an audition, right? I mean, there were five people in Glee before, and I doubt that a new coach and a new name is going to help the show choir. It's mostly so Mr. Schue can measure the strengths and weaknesses of the group – so Mercer decides he better show his stuff.

Mercer was surprised when he found out his Spanish teacher, Mr. Schue, was going to lead the Glee club after Mr. Ryerson left, but Katie told him that Schuester was in McKinley's glee club the last (and only time) they took Nationals. Mercer hopes Mr. Schue's still got it.

"My name is Mercer Jones, and I'm singing I Got a Woman by Ray Charles."

Unlike Mercer, Kate isn't impressed by Mr. Schue. She's glad someone decided to step into Mr. Ryerson's shoes because she couldn't stand the man, but if he coaches anything like Mercer says he teaches, Kate feels like she shouldn't expect much. The man was all teddy bears and gummi worms, and while that might be fine – or fine enough – in the classroom, Kate doesn't expect it to work with the competition.

At least I have my stunning talent and my competitive need to prove Richard that I can keep up with him, Kate thinks to herself. The biggest problem Kate has with Richard is that their voices are too similar, and Richard thinks that takes too much attention away from him. Most of the time, he refuses to duet with her. Asshole.

"My name is Katie Hummel, and I'll be singing Roxie." It's unorthodox, but Kate sings out the words Roxie Hart for a good ten seconds longer than usual. She lets the note slowly scale up, lets the breath fill her body, and she imagines it filling the auditorium. When she opens her eyes, there's no audience, just a stunned Mr. Schue. Take that, compadre.

Tony Cohen-Chang and Artemisia Abrams sign up together. The two met each other in Jazz Club and then were recruited by Norah Puckerman for her band. Lazy bum that Norah is, Tony and Missy often end up writing the songs for Norah. At least Norah can intimidate a few people into getting them gigs. There's one later today, and Tony only prays that Norah's been practicing the lyrics.

Tony plays the drums; Artemisia does the bass. They've been in Glee for a while, and Tony didn't really want to do it at first. He'd much rather be left alone. Missy convinced him because, well, she didn't want to do it alone. Tony can't say no to that, and it isn't because Missy's in a wheelchair. Tony's been crushing on Missy for weeks now, and he has no idea how to deal with other guys let alone a girl he likes. So instead of just quitting Glee when Ryerson is fired, Tony just signs up for auditions again when Missy asks.

"Tony C," he says once he's up onstage. He stops himself from tugging at one of his blue streaks, jammed under his black beanie. "S-singing I Kissed a Girl." Missy giggles when he says that, and Tony smiles. Singing a girl's song is worth it just to make her laugh. Not that he really minded in the first place. Every time he says the word "kissed," he makes sure to add a hip-thrust. He does it so much that it practically kills the joke, but the energy from performing gets to him.

Richard sings Bring Him Home from the seminal Broadway classic Les Miserables. Richard has a mezzo-soprano range, or he would if he were a girl. Countertenor songs are hard to find outside of Opera, and Richard adores Broadway. He also has no skill with languages, despite his fervent attempts to master Hebrew outside of prayer.

When he walks into the auditorium, he's wearing different clothes than he was that morning. Norah Puckerman slushied Richard right after he put his name (and a gold star) on the sign-up sheet. His white sweater-vest was ruined. That kept Rich going for an hour, but it was an hour spent meticulously belting out his audition song. He would master it; he knew he could master any song, and the nay-sayers couldn't change that. They only slushied him because they weren't intelligent enough to appreciate his talent or ambition. That's why they started the rumor that Rich got Ryerson fired over his lost solo.

There's no love lost between Ryerson and Richard. Richard was spoiled in the arts by his fathers the minute Rich expressed his desire to dance and sing. That was when he was three. They even bought Rich a laptop and recording set so that he could upload YouTube videos to broaden his audience and maybe get picked up by a record company like Justin Bieber. There were many more talented singers on YouTube, and none are as deserving as Richard, so why not him? Of course, Bieber had ten thousand subscribers or so on popular covers he made, while Rich only has five jocks shoving him into lockers and commenting "you suck" on a daily basis. At least it's good practice for crowds. Not everyone is going to like you, and Rich knows that better than anyone.

Unfortunately, it seems like Rich and Kate were right about Mr. Schue. The first solo he hands out didn't go to either of them. Not that Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat isn't that great of a song. It's from Guys and Dolls, though, and that's a very typical high school production. He's starting them off easy, but they don't need easy. Rich tells himself that Missy got the solo because she obviously needed the most help, and that would allow Mr. Schue to strengthen their team. Kate tells herself that there will be other solos because it's not like there are a lot of people to take them from her. Actually, Richard tries so much that he's worth five people taking solos from me, she muses.

Tony has to hoist Kate up during choreography, but she refuses to settle into his arms and wiggles out, nearly stomping on his foot as she lands her own graceful toes on the floor. Tony casts a glare Kate's way before returning his focus to the performance. At the end, he runs behind Richard, Mercer, and Kate to line up... completely missing the point when he's supposed to catch Artemisia. Artemisia can't put her hands down in time to stop her chair from crashing into a cabinet, and Mr. Schue grimaces before Missy backs up.

"We suck," Richard announces. He wipes at his cheek with a gloved hand.

"Uh... It'll get there," Mr. Schue intones. "We just need to keep rehearsing." He looks hopeful.

Mercer is not hopeful. He's tired of Richard's perfectionism, and honestly, every word out of Richard's mouth just sounds like You're not good enough. Kate's rolling her eyes behind him, but instead of paying attention, she reaches up to check that her hair's still in place. Too bad Richard's in one of his screeching moods.

"Mr. Schuester, do you know how ridiculous it is to give the solo in Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat to a girl in a wheelchair?" Richard crosses his arms.

"Actually," Missy pipes up, "I think Mr. Schue was using irony to enhance the performance."

She shouldn't have said anything, Tony thinks.

"There's nothing ironic about show choir," Richard insists, a frown dead on his face. He looks to Kate and Mercer for support, but Mercer just arches an eyebrow, silently daring Richard to leave – which he does. Mr. Schue calls after him, but Richard doesn't pay attention.

Richard heads out to the football field where the Cheerios are practicing. It would be creepy, but Rich isn't interested in any of them, at least not like that. He finds the cheerleader-school girl fantasy cliché and tedious. He watches them because dammit, they have what he wants. Not even the guys are messed with, and more than that: their talents were recognized and wanted. Rich stares at the girls, wondering if any of them has a spark of song they didn't know about. Coach Sylvester is yelling when Mr. Schuester finds Richard on the bleachers.

"I'm tired of being laughed at." Richard's sulking, and they both know it.

Schuester takes a breath. "You're the best kid in there, Rich; it comes with a price."

Richard turns around sharply. "Look, I know I'm just a sophomore, but I can feel the clock ticking away, and I don't wanna leave high school with nothing to show for it."

"You get great grades," Mr. Schue insists; "you're a fantastic singer."

"Everybody hates me." It sounds so typical. It's not quite true, but Richard knows there's resentment because he likes to take charge in nearly every group he's placed in.

To his credit, Mr. Schue doesn't miss a beat. "You think Glee is gonna change that?"

"Being great at something's going to change it," Richard informs him. "Being a part of something special makes you special, right?" Mr. Schue doesn't answer him, so he moves on. "I need a female lead who can keep up with me vocally."

"Maybe I can coach Missy a little..." Rich rolls his eyes.

"Look, Mr. Schue, I really appreciate what you're trying to do, but if you can't give me what I need, then I'm sorry. I'm not going to make a fool out of myself." He turns back to the Cheerios. "I can't keep wasting my time with Glee. It hurts too much."

"Maybe I'll get some Cheerios to join." Mr. Schue has to leave before he can suggest anything else because the principal wants him, as the football coach so gently screams. He pats Rich on the shoulder before heading off. It's probably better now that he's gone because Rich can focus on what he's going to do with his time once he doesn't have to be at Glee. Maybe he prays a little that Mr. Schue does find a female vocalist, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone for the world.

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JV Girls' Soccer is a fall sport, so Fiona and Norah are messing around in the locker rooms after getting off the field. Davina's dancing against a locker, pretending to be a stripper, and her best friend Azalia is laughing and throwing money from her purse. Norah's just about to join in with a raunchy dance when Coach walked in... with Mr. Schue. Time to cut the stripper act.

"Mr. Schuester's going to talk to you guys. If you don't pay attention, I'll make you go out there and do more laps. If you're disrespectful, you get more laps," Coach informs them. She looks to Mr. Schue. "Go ahead."

"Thanks." Schue smiles at them. "I know some of you ladies from Spanish class, but today I'm here to talk to you about something different: music. Glee club needs performers. I'll put up the sign-up sheet at the door of the locker room, so if anyone wants to sign up, please put your name on it. Thank you." He turns to get to the cork board by the door.

Glee club is for singers, right? Norah wonders. She knows her bandmates, Missy and Tony, are in it, but they haven't talked much about it. Norah's the lead singer, and it's mostly because she plays guitar, but if she's honest, Missy doesn't feel comfortable singing lead in a wheelchair for a punk band, and Tony only agreed to play drums because it's in the back where no one will pay attention to him. Norah knows she can energize a room if given enough time, but that's not to get out of Lima. Maybe she should look into the club. Her thoughts turned to the practice she and Electric Zoo are doing later – Missy wrote another song, and they were going to see if they can figure out the right rhythm for it.

She leaves Fiona in the showers. Fiona already has extra laps to do because she showed up late to practice (kissing her quarterback boyfriend, Quentin). Once everyone's gone, Fiona starts singing. She has a song stuck in her head, "Can't Fight this Feeling" by REO Speedwagon. Rocking out is pretty fun, but Fiona's not in Norah's band because she isn't used to crowds. Not to mention she doesn't have the fear factor to keep from getting shit for hanging out with Missy and Tony. They're not her type of friends anyways; they're a bit to quiet. Probably perfect support for a band.

Not a day later and Fiona's in Mr. Schue's office for marijuana possession. Her eyes widen as Mr. Schue slides a small manilla envelope labeled Chronic Lady: For Medical Use Only across the desk.

"You wanna tell me how long you've had a drug problem?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"I-I don't even know who the Chronic Lady is."

Mr. Schue stops her. "Look, if it were up to me, we wouldn't have mandatory bi-weekly afternoon locker checks."

Fiona doesn't question it because right now, she's freaking out. "I've never even seen that before, Mr. Schue; it's not mine! I'll pee in a cup!" Mr. Schue looks astounded. "I'll pee."

"It wouldn't make any difference!" he stammers out. "Possession is eight-tenths of the law; I'm pretty sure that much pot is a felony." Fiona tugs at her hair. "Yeah. You'll get kicked outta school; you'll lose your soccer scholarship -"

"I had a scholarship? To where?" Fi's confused. She's a sophomore; no one's even looking at her for scholarships yet.

"You could land in prison, Fiona."

"Please, don't tell my mom!" Fiona begs. Mr. Schue sighs, and Fiona sees the light. He's going to give her a way out of this, please please please.

"I see a lot of myself in you, Fiona. I know what it's like to struggle to make good life choices, and I don't wanna see you throw away everything you have to offer the world. I just expected more out of you, Fi."

That really gets to Fiona. Her mom has been trying so hard Fiona's whole existence to make sure Fiona gets the best she can. It's not easy being a single parent, especially a mom, and Fiona doesn't want to be stuck in Lima with no prospects just because someone found pot in her locker. She doesn't want to see her mother's disappointed face when Carole Hudson finds out that her baby girl can't go as far as she told Fi. She doesn't want to let her down, especially not for something she didn't do.

"We have two options here," Mr. Schue explained to her. "I'm running detention now, so you can do six weeks after school, but that's gonna remain on your permanent record.

"What's the other option, Mr. Schue?" Fiona asks.

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Kate and Rich both stare at Fi as she sings the second verse of You're the One that I Want. Kate's just surprised that Fi can sing. Rich wasn't expecting anything, but Fiona's voice mixes nicely with Rich's. He doesn't seem very enthusiastic, so Rich puts his all into the performance, half-dragging Fi all across the stage as they sing the chorus together. Fiona's surprised at Rich's strength (he's shorter than her) and maybe a little terrified at the attention she's getting.

He'd better get used to it, Rich thinks. He's a performer now, and he has to make it realistic. They're dancing around when Mercer breaks them apart.

"Oh, hell naw," he yells, walking forward towards Mr. Schue. "Look, I'm not down with this background singing nonsense. I'm Nathan Morris; I ain't no Shawn Stockman."

"Look, Mercer, it's just one song," Mr. Schue assures her.

"And it's the first time we've been kind of good." It's not a great compliment, Katie knows, but she wants to make Fiona feel welcome. She also doesn't want to compliment Richard that well.

Mercer takes a breath and turns to Fiona, who would tower over him if they were closer. "Okay. You good, whitey; I'll give you that, but you better bring it." He smiles sarcastically. "Let's run it again."

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Fiona doesn't show up at Electric Zoo's weekend gig. She also keeps coming late to practice and doesn't show up at all on Thursday. She doesn't text Norah back as much as she was just a few days ago. It's obvious something's up, but Fi won't talk about it. Coach starts riding on Fi for the practices, and Norah listens in. The word "singer" is mentioned more than once.

"What was that about?" Norah asks when Fi comes out of Coach's office.

"Oh, nothing, Nor. I have to miss practice on Saturday, you know? I gotta help Mom clean and cook and crap."

"Since when do you care about that shit?" Norah picks up her shinguards on the way to their lockers.

"She just had surgery," the taller girl tells Norah. That's a good excuse, right? Fi wonders.

"Oh. What kind of surgery?"

Fuck. "She, uh, just had her second liver removed." Score! Perfectly good reason.

"Tough break, girly," Norah says.

"Yeah, uh, it stopped working."

Fi has to miss practice on Saturday because Mr. Schue is taking the Glee Club on a field trip to see Vocal Adrenaline, who have won Nationals three years running. He didn't say that, of course, but Richard informs everyone of that fact the minute they meet at Carmel High. Asshole. Fi feels intimidated, but Richard sort of makes up for it once they get inside. He's been really welcoming since that first rehearsal, and he even offers to pay for her soda before the show.

"I think you're really talented, you know," he says. "I would know, I'm very talented to." Oh, God, Rich, that sounds horrible.

Does this guy like me? Fi wonders. She thought he might after that Grease number, but then she realized that's just how Richard acts about everything.

"I think the rest of the team expects us to become an item. You, the sweet naïve new girl, and me, the skilled mentor that shows you the world you've delved into."

This is about to get ten times awkward. "Well I, uh, have a boyfriend." I could slice the awkwardness with a knife. Or Richard's nose.

"Really?" Oh, no, I sound too disappointed. Fuck! How obvious can I be? "Who?"

"Quentin Fabray."

"Quarterback Quentin Fabray? Leader of the Athletes for Christ club?"

Quentin's religious and has a habit of suggesting prayer every time Fi palms his crotch. Sometimes she wonders if Quentin thinks she's a slut because she's going after him like that, but in reality, Fi's just sexually frustrated. Quentin won't even try to touch her boobs, and what kind of straight guy doesn't like boobs?

"Yeah, we've been dating almost four months now. He's cool."

I bet he cheats on you, Rich thinks. Quentin's an imbecile that tells me to kill myself whenever I post a new video on YouTube. He doesn't even know who Bernadette Peters is.

"I wonder if they have Sour Patch Kids..." Fiona says, licking her lips.

In their seats, Mr. Schue has the audacity to mime quotation marks around the word competition and tell the Glee kids that Vocal Adrenaline doesn't have the talent New Directions does. At least three people think "Of course not, they don't have me." Tony's the only one who wants to roll his eyes at the blatant ego-pushing Mr. Schue is doing.

"We're d-d-doomed," Tony says after the performance. Even Mr. Schue looks floored.

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Norah's jealous. She knows Fi's at Carmel on a field trip for Glee because that's where Tony and Missy are, too. So she does a little Googling and comes up with a plan.

"People don't have two livers, Fi. I looked it up." She has a paintball gun in hand. So does Michelle. Everyone else either has a water gun with food coloring in it or cans of silly string. There are ten girls in all, and all of them owe Norah somehow – or maybe they just agreed because they're scared; she's not sure.

"Wait, you've got the power here! You don't have to do this!"

They don't listen, and Fi's jean jacket is ruined within seconds. What sucks even more is that on Monday, Mr. Schuester gives up Glee Club.

"You're leaving us?" Artemisia asks.

"I've given my two weeks' notice, but I promise I'm gonna find you guys a great replacement before I go." His hands are in his pockets.

Jerk, Missy thinks. He was just growing on her.

"Is this 'cause those Carmel kids were so good?" Mercer asks. He's wearing a dark jersey, and he has cornrows in. "Because we can work harder!"

"This isn't fair, Mr. Schuester," Richard insists. "We can't do this without you."

"So does that mean that I don't have to be in the club anymore?" Fiona interrupts. The other kids throw her a look of disgust.

"This isn't about you guys," Mr. Schue assures them. "Being an adult is about having to make difficult choices. It's not like high school. Sometimes you have to give up the things that you love. One day you guys are gonna grow up and understand that." Artemisia looks down at her wheelchair. "I have loved being your teacher."

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Fiona closes her locker, and Richard is standing behind it, arms crossed over a cardigan.

"I didn't see you at Glee Club today." He sounds accusing.

"Is that still happening?" Fi asks slowly.

"I've taken over," Richard assures her. Fiona smiles and nods. His enthusiasm is actually charming. "I'm interim director, but I expect the position will become permanent."

"Hi, Fi, Diane Torr," a chipper voice says. It's Quentin. His football buddies, Santiago Lopez and Brett Pierce are on either side of him. Fi jerks her chin up in greeting. "What are you doing talking to him?" Quentin's a little possessive, so maybe he does think Fi's a slut. Fiona looks to Richard for an answer.

"Science project; we're partners," the shorter boy explains.

"Christ Crusaders, tonight at five. My house."

"Sounds great." The blonde takes his friends and walks off. Fi turns back to Richard. "Look, I should go. I can't do Glee anymore; it conflicts with -"

"Your reputation?" Richard supplies. "You've really got something, Fiona, and you're throwing it away."

"I'm gonna be late..."

"You can't keep worrying about what people think of it. You're better than all of them." He walks away.

It's just the right thing to say at the right time. Fi likes Glee, and she likes the people there. She doesn't like the way Norah and her soccer friends ambushed her on Saturday.

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"What do you want me to do, apologize?" Norah ridicules. "That isn't me, dude." She wipes at her mohawk. "Look, if I joined the flag team, you'd be all over me for that. I just don't understand why you did it."

"Schuester told me it would give me enough extra credit to pass Spanish! If I failed another class, no sports. It doesn't matter now because he's leaving, okay? I quit." Fi rolls her eyes and follows Norah out back.

"Don't be such a loser," Norah says, elbowing Fiona.

"Don't you get it? We're all losers. Everyone in this school – heck, everyone in this town. Out of all the kids who graduate, maybe half will go onto college and two will leave the state to do it." She shakes her head. "I'm not afraid of being called a loser 'cause I can accept that that's who I am, but I am afraid of turning my back on something that actually made my proud for the first time in my sad life."

"So, what? You're quitting soccer to be a fag hag and date Mercer and Richard?"

"I can do both," Fiona states. "You can't win without me and neither can they."

Walking away from Norah and off the field, Fiona sees some kid jamming to Don't Stop Believin'. That's where she gets her first idea, so she rushes to the choir room. Richard is, of course, bossing the other around.

"These steps aren't hard, guys; I've been doing them since preschool."

"I'm sorry," Kate says sweetly, "did I miss the election for president? 'Cause I didn't vote for you, Dick."

"I know what I'm talking about! I won my first dance competition when I was three months old!" Mercer tosses him another one of his looks. Then they see Fiona.

"This is a closed rehearsal," Katie informs her.

"I owe you guys an apology," Fiona tells them. "I never should've quit. I don't want to be that bitch that drives around egging people."

"That was you?" Richard asks, wide-eyed.

"Your friends spread vicious rumors about me," Katie says. She's not buy Fi's apology.

"I know..."

"You guys snuck into my locker room and stole my clothes during PE so that I had to wear my gross, sweaty uniform all day. Do you know how disgusting that is? You stole my deodorant, too."

"I didn't actually do that one, but I'm really sorry. Listen, that isn't who I am, and I'm tired of it. This is what I wanna be doing – with you guys! I used to think that this was like the stupidest thing on Earth, and maybe it is, but we're all here for the same reason. We all wanna be good at something." They nod, and Fiona lets go of her nervousness. "Missy, you play guitar, right? Think you could recruit the Jazz band?"

"I do have some pull there," Missy answers, using a gloved hand to push up her glasses.

"Alright. Mercer, Katie – we need costumes, and they have got to look good."

"Don't you see how good we look?" Mercer says, and Katie adds a snap for emphasis.

"Richard, you can do choreography." Richard beams up at Fiona. "Tony, what are you good at?"

"I-"

"We'll figure something out!"

Don't interrupt me, bitch, Tony thinks.

"What are you bringing to the table, Britney Spears?" Mercer asks.

"I got the music."

Fi's actually excited for rehearsal the next day. They're going through Don't Stop Believin', when they hear applause. It's Mr. Schue.

"Good guys. It's a nine! We need a ten. Richard, you need to hit the ones and the fives. Fiona, I think if you worked on it, you could hit a high B."

"So does this mean you're staying?" Fi asks hopefully.

"It would kill me to see you win Nationals without me," he says. "From the top."