I'll Stand By You (Finn Hudson x OC)

EIGHTY FOUR

Season 4, Episode 18:  Shooting Star

Ownership of Glee:  FOX, Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, Brad Falchuk

/ / /

Will, Angie and the New Directions are on the auditorium stage, sitting together. Will has an envelope in his hands.

"I hold in my hand, ladies and gentlemen, our competition for regionals. Drumroll, please. From... North Central High School in Indianapolis, the Hoosierdaddies." Will starts.

"That's very clever." Tina says.

Angie continues. "And from Our Lady of Perpetual Loneliness in Battle Creek, Michigan, the Nun-Touchables."

"Wait, is that a convent?" Blaine asks.

"Guys, I like our chances against both these squads, but we still got a lot of work to do." Will tells his students.

Brittany stands up. "Mr. Shue, Angie, please stop talking. I have an announcement. I regret to inform you a deadly asteroid is headed our way."

"Wait, didn't we just go through this at Christmas?" Blaine asks.

"Yeah, and is it true you and Sam got married?" Tina asks.

"Did that happen? I missed the Bram wedding." Angie states.

"I'm naming this comet Tubbington-Bopp, and it is headed straight for Lima." Brittany informs.

"Wait, so is it an asteroid or a comet?" Will asks.

"It's both." Brittany states.

"Wouldn't NASA know something about this?" Marley asks.

"We can't trust NASA. I mean, last month a meteor exactly like Tubbington-Bopp hit Russia with no warning at all." Brittany tells.

"Oh, so now it's a meteor." Artie says.

"That's right, Artie, and when this meteorite hits, I will not be spending my time in this room preparing for regionals. I will be spending my last hours making amends with somebody who I need to get right with. Someone who I love very much. Lord Tubbington. So go back to your homes and hide your wife, hide your kids and hide your wife. McKinley High, I salute you." Brittany says.

Angie looks at Sam. "How dare you didn't tell me you got married! I was supposed to be Brittany's maid of honor."

/ / /

Will sighs. "All right. Show of hands. Who's worried about. Brittany's meteor/asteroid/comet prediction?" He asks.

Sam and Unique's hands go up.

Will sighs. "Okay. Well, here's how I see it. There are two possible outcomes. First, the meteor misses us and we go to regionals and we kick butt, which will only happen if we prepare. Or... we only have a few days to live and if that's the case, we need to say everything we need to say to the people we love. I can tell you from those couple of weeks where I couldn't talk to Emma that there is nothing worse than unfinished business with the one you love."

Angie nods. "I agree."

Will nods. "And meteor or no meteor, any moment you have with those people might be your last one. Bruce Springsteen always says that he plays every show as if it's his last, and that is the kind of urgency we need at regionals this year. So this week, we're either gonna sing our last songs to each other or get in touch with what it feels like to do that. Okay, everyone. Let's make the most of it." Will tells his students.

/ / /

Angie stands before the glee club the following day. "I know this week's assignment is to get in touch with what it feels like to sing our last songs to each other, but I'm taking this assignment one step further. I'm dedicating this song to my husband, Finn Hudson. And I'm singing this with Rachel's permission."