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

EIGHTY EIGHT

Season 4, Episode 22:  All or Nothing

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

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Will smiles as he claps his hands. "All right, guys. It's finally here. Regionals." He cheers.

"Yeah!" Blaine says.

"That's right!" Tina hollers.

"We just found out, because of safety concerns related to late-season tornados, Indianapolis has declined to host the competition. So! As defending champions, we're having regionals here, in our auditorium." Angie announces.

"Did you hear that?" Jake asks.

"Yes!" Tina exclaims.

"Home court advantage, yo!" Artie cheers.

"Now, because of a sexting scandal at Our Lady of Perpetual Loneliness, their glee club, the Nun-touchables, has been excommunicated by the new pope. They've been replaced by the world-famous boys of Ziegler Prep, the Waffle-toots." Will informs.

"Like cake farts?" Sam asks.

"They're very good. The Hoosierdaddies are still the odds-on favorite. I mean, their lead vocalist, Frida Romero, is a tiny juggernaut of talent. We are in for the fight of our lives. So... let's get real. There comes a moment in every performer's life that defines him or her, sometimes for the rest of their career. This is our moment. We've struggled, we've endured, and now we must triumph. And speaking of that, I want us all to just take a moment to send some positive energy to one of our very own. She has her final callback for Funny Girl today. So, let's all give a big round of applause to Rachel, wherever she is." Angie tells the students.

Everyone cheers for Rachel.

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The next day, Will smiles at his students.

"Guys, I have finalized our set list. We are going with "I Love It" by Icona Pop... "Hall of Fame" by The Script and will.i.am. And Marley and Angie's original song 'All or Nothing.'" Will says.

"Hey, Mr. Shue, Angie, what about my original song? Do you remember?" Brittany asks. She and Artie start singing a few lines from 'My Cup.'

"'My Cup' is one of a kind, but we're going with Marley and Angie's song." Will insists.

"Oh, come on, boo. Two thumbs down. The only way to polish that turd of a song is with my angelic alto voice." Brittany remarks.

"Whoa." Angie says.

"So I demand to sing it as a solo. And I demand to sing all the good songs as solos. Everyone can snap their fingers and march around behind me. Tina, please make an exact replica of Jennifer Lawrence's Oscar dress." Brittany demands.

"Um, no." Tina answers.

"Um... yes. Let me break it down. No one in this musty choir room compares to my megawatt star power. Blaine, you're shorter than your average lawn gnome. Joe, you look like a Yucatán spider monkey. Tina is... you know, she's... Tina." Brittany rants.

"Wait, baby. Baby, I love you, but you're really out of line, here. And would you stop texting? I'm trying to talk to you, it's really rude. Did you seriously just break up with me? By a text?" Sam asks incredulously.

Brittany nods. "Yeah. As fascinated as I am by your down-filled, pillow-soft lips that are ten times too big for your face, I really miss my sweet, sweet lady kisses. Sorry/not sorry. Moving on, I repeat: I require all the solos. That's just the way it's gonna be."