❝You love him.❞
❝He doesn't exist to me.❞
Cassidy has gone through some ups and downs, but this high school experience is going on the ride of his life. Optimistic teacher Will Schuester heads up McKinley High School's glee club -- New Direction...
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Will in the faculty lounge Sue comes right along.
"Hey, fella. So unless my recent write-up here in splits magazine naming me cheerleading coach of the decade has me driven completely insane, I'm pretty sure you and I had an agreement that you were going to show me your glee club set list for Sectionals." Sue said looking away from his magazine.
"Sorry, sue. I didn't think you were all that interested in glee club anymore." Will said.
"Not interested? Well, I'm the fine arts administrator or something." Sue laughed.
"Um...Well, I will make sure you get a copy." Will nodded.
"That'd be fantastic. I'd hate to have to go to Figgins about this." Sue said with a proud smile on his face. Will walks away. "Hey, Will."
"Yes?" Will asked.
"I'd like my magazine back, please." Will nods, handing it back to her. "Thank you," Sue said, rolling her eyes.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Will's only issue. "Here's the problem with Sue Sylvester. You never quite know where you stand. I knew she was up to something." WILL and New Directions in the choir room. "Five, six, seven, eight. Step ball change, step, step, unh and seven, eight. Step ball change, step, step, unh, You guys go. Step ball..."
Brittany raised her hand.
"Brittany?" Will asked.
"Coach Sylvester didn't tell me to do this," Brittany informed him. CASSIE smirks holding back her smile. WILL walk in the hall; Enter SUE.
"It kept getting worse." Will sighs.
"Hey there, pal. Would you remind me once again the names of the schools you'll be competing against at sectionals?" Sue said.
"Jane Addams Academy and Haverbrook School for the Deaf," Will said.
"Got it. What are their zip codes?" Sue asked.
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Ronnie sat at her desk, staring at the glaring red "F" scrawled across the top of her Spanish test. Her heart sank. It wasn't just a bad grade—it felt like a betrayal. Her family had always prided themselves on their Spanish heritage, and failing Spanish felt like she had let them all down.
As she tried to stuff the paper into her backpack, Cole, her cousin, caught a glimpse of it.
"Failed your Spanish test, Ronnie?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wow, way to dishonor the whole family."
Ronnie clenched her fists, the shame washing over her in waves. It wasn't just Cole's teasing—his words hit deeper. She couldn't shake the feeling that this failure wasn't just hers; it felt like she was failing a piece of her own identity.
