Main Pairing: G!P Santana Lopez X G!P Quinn Fabray X Brittany Pierce X Female OC
2023 Glee Fanfiction Award Winner for Best Book with a Poly Ship
Side Pairings:
Rachel Berry X Fem OC
Mercedes Jones X Fem OC
Artie Abrams X Male OC
Tina Cohen-Chang X...
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Sue Sylvester was over joyed to hear she was needed in the front office with William Schuester, hoping her plan to send him off to broadway had worked so she could take over the show choir world with The Ghoul Kids and continue her progress towards creating the perfect Cheerio.
"I have some bad news." Principal Figgins began the moment he open the door for Will and Sue. He waved them inside, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Will Schuester is leaving Mckinley to go to Broadway just like he did when he found out he was going to be a father." Sue smirked, walking inside the office with her hands behind her back. "Oh, William, I'm devastated — positively horny with grief. As a going-away present here's a spray bottle of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. Keep that head merkin looking buttery fresh." She handed the man a bow decorated spray bottle of butter from Walmart. "Pleased to see that my little grandson has luscious curls of his own and not...grease monkey perms. Was a little worried I'd have to shave him till they straightened out."
"Not your grandson." Will reminded the woman, taking the spray bottle and rolling his eyes.
"No, no." Figgins shook his head, not wanting to get into the logistics of how the school's former hybrid was related to Will and adopted by Sue legally. "Junior prom is in one week and my favorite band cancelled!"
"What band?" Will asked, confused.
"Air Supply, William." Figgins replied, as if it was a catastrophe that the man didn't know of their previous entertainment. "So I'm inviting my next favorite group: The New Directions."
"Nope. No way." Sue protested. "That's against my excessed rights of peace as a competing show choir coach."
"Um...I agree. I mean, normally we would jump at the chance to perform, but...I mean, we've got Nationals in three weeks, which means that we have a lot of rehearsals and a lot of taffy to sell, just so we can afford the trip." Will explained, shaking his head.
"William, this glass is half-full of dreams for all of us!" Figgins grinned. "I have decided to give all the money to the Glee Club that I was going to pay Air Supply! So that's $400 right there for you."
"Nope. Nope. I won't allow it." Sue scoffed at the idea. "I'm prom coordinator, and I was not consulted. Each year I honor the prom with a bowl of my family's secret punch recipe, made all the more meaningful to me because it's the punch bowl my grandmother drowned in."
William and Figgins exchanged a conflicted look.
"And, each year, that punch bowl is spiked." Sue continued. "Such lawlessness will only be encouraged when being screeched at by that Glee Club!"
