[Cue to McKinley hallway, Will is putting up posters]
SUE: Hey, buddy, see you on Saturday.
WILL: Wait. What?
SUE: At Regionals. Didn't you hear? I'm one of the judges.
"OH HELL NO!" Those how didn't know yelled with wide eyes.
[Cue to Figgin's office]
WILL: You cannot allow this to happen!
FIGGINS: It's out of my hands, William. I have no control over what the Show Choir Governing Board says or does.
SUE: Let me break it down for you, Will. It's been decided that this year's Regionals will be judged by celebrities. And I'm a celebrity now, William. Now I realize my cultural ascendance only serves to illuminate your own banality, but face it. I'm a legend. It's happened.
WILL: Do you have any idea how hard my kids have been working, Sue?
SUE: I have to be honest, Will. I'm having a really difficult time hearing anything you have to say today because your hair looks like a briar patch. [Will rolls his eyes so hard his body jerks] I keep expecting racist animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing songs about living on the bayou.
WILL: Principal Figgins, I am begging you. Do not let her do this to those kids.
SUE: William, I resent the implication that I don't play by the rules.
"You don't!" The former Cheerios all yelled, baffled.
WILL: You leaked our set list at Sectionals, Sue.
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Why does that not surprise me?"
SUE: I have no memory of that.
WILL: I will not let you do this. We have worked ourselves to the bone to get where we are.
FIGGINS: I'm sorry, Will, but our arrangement stands. You must win or place at Regionals, or I'm disbanding the club. If I were you, I would spend less time complaining to me and more time convincing Judge Sylvester here that your New Directions have got the goods!
SUE: Good luck with that, Will.
[She nods and pats his shoulder]
[Flashback- Quinn's bedroom]
QUINN: I can't do this.
PUCK: Yes, you can. Have another wine cooler.
QUINN: I'm president of the Celibacy Club. I took a vow.
PUCK: So did Santana and Brittany, and I did them.
QUINN: What about Finn? He's your best friend.
PUCK: Come on. We're in high school. You think either one of us is going to give a damn about Finn in three years? Life's just a bunch of experiences, you know? You don't get a medal at the finish line for being good. You just get dead.
Everyone sighed as Quinn ran a hand over her face with a sigh.
QUINN: Okay, but you can't tell anybody. I can't lose my rep.
PUCK: Our secret, baby.
QUINN: What about protection?
PUCK: I got it, trust me. This isn't just another hookup for me.
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