Glee.

Sixteen: Feud. Part Two.

Back in the auditorium, Ashleigh was sitting on a chair, seeing Will and Finn standing on the stage...

Unique, Kitty, Brittany, and Marley sat behind her.

"In the '90s, the media pitted two of America's hottest music groups against one another in an epic clash for pop culture supremacy." Will says.

"The guys will be joining in on the performance because basically those guys are Switzerland, and we support both parties that are involved. Thank you. Okay, begin." Said Ashleigh.

The girls screamed, jumping up and down.

"Well, the love on the stage is obvious. You two bros need to just hug it out." Ashleigh says, standing up and walking onto the stage.

"I'm in." Finn says, stepping closer.

"What do you say, Mr. Schue?" Ashleigh asked, placing her hands between them.

Will exhaled.

"I want to, Finn; I really do; I just... I can't." Said Will.

"Then this was pointless." Ashleigh muttered. "Step back."

"Fine. Cool. There's nothing I can do or say to win back your trust. I get it. For whatever it's worth, thanks... for everything." Finn says, turning around.

"Finn... don't leave. Finn." Ashleigh says, whispering softly and staring at Will.

Later that night, Santana walked into the loft, seeing Rachel and Kurt...

"Guess who just got a job tending bar at the Coyote Ugly Saloon down on First Street." Santana says.

"Santana, if you could take a seat, please. Join us for a little family loft conversation." Rachel said.

"Creepy, but okay." Santana mumbled.

"We just got off the phone with Brody. Did you confront him at NYADA with a Paula Abdul song?" Kurt asked, staring at Santana.

"You can't just march in there and, like, act all crazy, okay? We go to school there." Rachel says.

"That was the best performance that place has seen in years." Santana tells them.

"We want you to move out." Kurt said.

"You're joking?" Asked Santana.

"We're not." Said Rachel.

"Let me tell you something: I have known you both for years, and I don't like either of you 90% of the time. In fact, your wide-eyed, Keane-painting approach to life makes my teeth hurt and my breasts ache with rage. You know what? I have love for you. You're my family, and I haven't lied to you in months. I'm smarter about other people than both of you. You have to trust me." Santana murmured.

"Santana, you're making Brody uncomfortable, okay? And he was here first, so either you lay off of it or you move out." Rachel tells her.

"You're gonna look like a mug, Rachel; when it comes out, I was right all along. Fine. Whatever. I don't mind going. I ran into Lena Dunham at Barney's, and she told me that I could crash with her if I ever needed to. That's cool because she has two Golden Globes. Oh, and another thing. I have what Access Hollywood calls street smarts. I'm right about Plastic Man, Rachel. Good luck." Said Santana.