"Quinn Fabray, look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that you don't love me! Tell me that you don't love me right now so I can leave you the hell alone and never bother you ever again!"
"I...I can't."
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(Beau's Outfit)
chapter forty one; welcome back quinn! B E A U
"Alright, New Directions! Big news. As you all know, Vocal Adrenaline came in second last year at Nationals." Mr. Shue started. "The only good thing to come out of that lost weekend." Rachel stated.
"Besides us getting back together." Finn smiled. "Well, the boosters at Carmel don't donate tens of thousands of dollars every year to come in second. So they fired Dustin Goolsby--" Mr. Schuester continued. "So handsome." Brittany interrupted.
"And they're having trouble finding a new coach. Seems that no one wants to take on that pressure cooker. That means they're vulnerable. And if we work hard enough, we can beat them." He smiled.
"Which is why I've realized that um...I can't direct the musical this year." Rachel whined. "But, Mr. Shue, you can't cancel the musical. My New York dreams depend on it." She added.
"I'm not canceling it, I'm just not directing it. My sole focus has to be in here. Nationals, Nationals, Nationals. And it's not just me that's going to have to focus harder this year. I've been too easy on you." Our teacher told us.
"So everyday after choir practice I'm instituting a mandatory Booty Camp so that we can work on our dancing. Now, it's not for all of you--just the people that I think need help. Like...Finn." Mr. Shue said bluntly.
"How did you know?" Finn asked. "You broke your girlfriend's nose last year." I pointed out. "And Puckerman, Hummel." Mr. Shue added. "I must protest." My stepbrother responded.
"You kind of have one move, Kurt. It's like this sashay, and it's super distracting." Mike chimed in. "Jones." Mr. Shue continued. "What? Hell to the nizzy-no." Mercedes said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"You told me once you were Beyonce. You don't think she spends extra time in the dance studio? Mike Chang has offered to be my assistant. And we start tomorrow and yes, Puckerman, it is mandatory." Mr. Shue announced.
"Okay, Mr. Shue, I'm glad that you're so concerned with our special needs members, but what about me?" Rachel asked. "And...here she goes." I sighed annoyedly and Finn gave me a look.
"Don't look at me like that. We were all thinking it." I told my brother seriously. "Who's going to direct the musical?" Rachel questioned.
"Ladies and gentleman, your co-musical directors, Ms. Pillsbury and Coach Beiste." Mr. Shue announced.
"Now, Ms. Pillsbury did such a good job helping me out with Rocky Horror last year that I knew she could handle the job." Our glee club instructor smiled.
