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...
The next morning, Rachel was sitting in the back of the car, and the chauffeur drove her...
He looked in the mirror, staring at Rachel.
"Ms. Berry, no worries about the garment bags in the back. I make sure they lie flat." He said.
"Okay, great. Thank you."
Rachel's Voice-Over: "Look at me. I'm sealed up in this mini popemobile, glassed off from the masses. I feel nothing in here. The only air I breathe smells like pine tree air freshener and Mennen Speed Stick. The only danger and risk in here is a paper cut on the trades in my seat-back pocket. Ashleigh's right. I am isolated. Rapunzeled away and barely out of my teens. Fanny Brice's father was a bartender down here on the Bowery, and I still haven't schlepped to an opening at the New Museum."
"Dmitrl, where are we right now?"
"We're now crossing into Chinatown." He tells her.
Rachel's Voice-Over: "What am I doing? Who am I turning into? I'm losing my authenticity. How am I gonna be one of the great Broadway actors, which was my lifelong dream, if I don't have any real-life experiences to pull from?"
"Stop the car. Sorry, I'm actually just gonna get out right here."
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She then climbed out of the car, closing the door and exhaling sharply.
Back with Blaine, he was at the apartment putting tape across the floor...
Sam walked into the apartment, staring around.
"Is... okay, is that one of those outlines that the police use? Did somebody die in here? Where's Ashleigh?!" Sam asked, shouting loudly and spinning around.
"Sam, this in no way resembles the shape of a person."
"So?" Sam asked, frowning at Blaine softly.
"So no, no one died in here. What did you do to your hair?"
"Oh, well, thanks to Ash, I... I got it cut. And then, bursting with my newfound New York City confidence, I went out and booked my first modelling job." Sam says.
"What? That's amazing, Sam."
"Yeah, I know." Said Sam.
"Congratulations, man."
Blaine hugged Sam.
"What's it for?"
"Bubble. Booty-contouring underneath for men. Thanks to Bubble, men can now have that sexy, round onion booty that they've always dreamed of." Sam tells him.
"I didn't even know there was a market for that, but that's great."
"And I got you a free pair." Sam said, tossing him some booty pants.
"Oh, uh, thank you. I, um... can't wait to show them to Ash."
"Good news keeps coming, brother." Sam muttered, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. "I... am moving out."
