Based on Season Five...
Can Glee Clubbers win nationals and prevent Glee from disbanding...? All they gotta do is win nationals.
New Directions are back in action and taking on their biggest assignment yet: the Beatles! Prom Queen brings out the bes...
Back at school, Ashleigh finds Artie at his locker...
"Artie, you and I have been friends for a long time, so I'm gonna ask you once and only once... where the hell have you all been? I was waiting in the choir room like an idiot for over an hour."
"Uh, nowhere. Uh, Mr. Schue wanted us to go into the library." He said.
"Uh, whatever. Have you seen Blaine?"
"Uh, not sure. Not for a while." He said.
She walked away, signing softly.
A few seconds later, Tina walked over to Artie...
"Are you and Kitty an item?" She asked.
"What? No. I mean, yes. Maybe. I'm unclear. It's sort of this secret affair we're not really supposed to talk about."
"Yes. I knew it! Why can't you?" She asked.
"Lower your voice, Tina. Because Kitty's uncomfortable with people knowing she's dating..."
"Someone who wears glasses? Who's in a wheelchair? Who's in Glee Club? Where's your self-respect?"
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"Tina. I know you're trying to help; at least I think you are. I'm gonna say thank you, but butt the hells out."
Back with Rachel, she placed some food on a table...
She grabbed her phone, seeing a text from Blaine.
"Oh, God, you're not gonna believe this text, Santana, that I've just gotten off Blaine." Rachel says, smiling widely.
"You're not gonna believe who's sitting in my section."
"I'll take this. Okay, we have one Roxie and one Velma with a side of Billy Flynns. Yes, it's me, and yes, it's awkward. I don't care because I'm a professional, even when people call me too young or green, which, for your information, I'm not. I am..." She tells them.
"A star." Rupert tells her.
"Yes, I am a star." She says.
"Rachel, look. It's not personal."
"Everyone thinks they're stars, even when they're not. Look around. They all want to be on Broadway. I'm not saying you're not a star, Rachel. I'm not sure just yet." Rupert tells her.
"I understand." She says, nodding her head slowly. "I suppose I'll just have to prove it to you then."
She looked over at Santana, nodding her head, and Santana pushed a button.
