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McKinley High was silent at the waking of the morning, its halls absent of the youth that passed through during the day, the only indication that the school was open was the light filtering from the choir room, the home of McKinley's glee club New Directions. Will Schuester sighed as he headed toward his classroom. He couldn't believe that after nearly four years of hard work, of sectional, regional, and even a national win that his club still could not get a break. They'd done the impossible last year, winning the National Show Choir competition, and yet the school and school board still did not respect the club. Once again no one thought they would make it to the Nationals again, especially after losing so many members last year to graduation. The loss of Mike, Santana, Brittany, Sam, Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Kurt, Finn, and Rachel was great, but the new recruits lead by the veterans Tina, Sugar, Artie, and Blaine had proved that the fire and desire to win was still alive and well in the New Directions. They'd come together effortlessly and were a true team, just like the previous team, though without as much drama. But now Will had to tell his students that they couldn't go to Nationals in Florida, that there was not enough money in the school's budget.

The team was already sitting in the choir room even though school didn't start for another hour and a half. Will had already told them about the financial issues but had said he'd do all he could to get them all to the competition, but he'd failed, the school board wouldn't budge. "We are in a recession Mr. Schuester, we can't be spending our money on silly arts competitions. There are more important matters to attend to that require that money."

"So any luck?" Blaine asked as Will entered the room. Will stopped and met each of his student's eyes; he saw hope and he was about to crush it with is words. "I'm so sorry guys, but the school board refuses to pay for the trip."

Silence filled the normally loud and energized room. No one cried out in protest, they all just slumped into their seats. Broken. Will turned to place his books and music sheets on the piano as well as to gather his emotions when he noticed an envelope with his name on the instrument. "What's this?" He asked his distort students. He only got shrugs as an answer. Interested in how the envelope got into the choir room if none of the kids brought it, will opened it. His eyes grew wide at the contents, his breath held.

"What is it Mr. Shue?' Tina asked standing a little to see if she could see.

Will shook his head attempting to clear it, "A check, covering the cost of the entire trip to Nationals."

"What!"

"No way."

"Yes" screams filled the air as the kids rushed Will to see for themselves. Sugar tore the letter that came with the check from Will's hand and began to read it.

"Dear New Directions. I heard that you were having difficulty raising the money to go to the National Show Choir Competition. As a fan of the arts, I couldn't allow you to miss your chance to make a repeat win. Enclosed is check that should cover both airfare and hotel accommodations for the competition. Good luck. Anonymous."

Will took the letter back from Sugar, "Anonymous?" He wanted to see if he could recognize the handwriting but found the letter was typed. A smile slowly crossed his face; they were going to Nationals after all.

"Looks like we have a lot of work to do, seats please and lets start thinking of a set list for Nationals." The room filled with cheers and Will couldn't be more grateful to their anonymous benefactor.

Sam Evan's stood in his parent's living room in complete shock of what he was hearing. "You're joking right?" His mother half laughed half cried, "No." A smile slowly spread across Sam's face.

It was known facts that despite Mr. Evans getting a new job, the Evans were still struggling to get by. Sam had received a modest scholarship to play football at a small Division 3 school in Kentucky; though the rest of his college was being paid through loans, loans he was sure he'd be paying off until he was old and grey. When he wasn't at practice or classes, Sam worked and sent all his money home, but it only help a little.

The area of Haverville that his family lived in was what many would call 'the wrong side of the tracks', the bad area of town, and it was only getting worse with each passing year. Sam wished nothing more than to be able to earn enough money to help his parents move to a different area of town; an area where his mom and dad didn't have to worry about being mugged on the way home, or Stevie and Stacy getting in the middle of a drug deal. What Sam wanted most was to be able to send Stevie and Stacy to Braxton Prep, the best school in the area. Their current school, Haverville Elementary was a poor excuse for a school. No more than a dilapidated old building and four mobile trailers. There was no way Stacy and Stevie were getting an adequate education. Sam was even considering dropping out of his last year of college and taking up a job at the local factory, but maybe now he wouldn't have to.

Sam ran a hand through is long shaggy blonde hair, "So let me get this straight, you received a check that will cover both Stacy and Stevie's tuition at Braxton Prep through eighth grade?" Sam's father just nodded and handed Sam the letter that came with the rather larger check.

"Dear Evans Family. Enclosed please find a check that should cover your youngest children's attendance at Braxton Prep through and including their eighth grade year. Please accept my contribution to their education and do not think of it as charity, for it isn't. I have learned that you are a decent family who have been victims of the past recession and have tried valiantly to get back on your feet. It has also come to my attention that though you have little, you always give as much as you can to charity and donate your time at the local homeless shelter. You are clearly an admirable family and helping to send your children to a school where they will gain the education that will open so may door for them in the future is the least I can do. Continue to be the amazing people you are. Sincerely, Anonymous."

Something about the letter sounded familiar to Sam but he couldn't put his finger on what. His mind was still stunned that a complete stranger would spend thousands on Stevie and Stacy's education. Sam lifted his head from the letter to his parents. "What are you going to do? Will you accept it."

"It's not like we can send it back, there was no return address," said Sam's father. He was smiling for the first time in ages. Sam's felt a weight fall from his shoulders and for the first time he truly felt like everything was going to be alright, that his family was going to make it through this. Sam suddenly started to laugh and soon was joined by his parents, the threesome hugging in relief. Sam sent up a quick pray thanking God for their Anonymous benefactor.