The New Star

the better group

Now Ryan rolled his eyes. "That was Shelby Corcoran, coach of Vocal Adrenaline. The Vocal Adrenaline. As in National Show Choir Champions for the past three years Vocal Adrenaline. Our competition for Regionals!"

Kurt blinked. "Oh."

"Yes, oh! She's the best show choir director in the country!"

"Well, be careful then. She might try to spy on us," Kurt said. He wasn't stupid. This Ms. Corcoran may just be trying to get information on the New Directions. Then he glanced at his watch, noticing that he needed to leave to meet Mercedes and Tina soon for their shopping trip. "I have to go."

Ryan paused. "Thank you for your concern, but it'll be fine. I won't tell her anything that pertains to glee." He walked outside to get the Range Rover.

Shelby read over the receipt Burt Hummel gave her and quickly signed it. Burt told her she could wait in the small lounge next to the office, or go outside and watch the two boys (mostly Ryan though) work on her car. She thanked him and entered the small air-conditioned room furnished with a couch and a coffee table. Only then did she allow herself to process what had just happened.

Ryan was here. Her son was here. She had just met her son, the baby she had given up over fifteen years ago. And he knew about her, he knew her name, knew what she did for a living. He knew she was one of the best show choir directors in the country. She saw the awe on his face when he recognized her, and it felt amazing. But he didn't know the most important thing about her. And she couldn't let him know.