Yes or no - Book 3 - S.E.

Britney 2.0

Emily kept the smile on her face as she was kept on top of the formation by her thighs, catching her breath after the big number. As usual, however, coach Sylvester didn't seem all that impressed.

"Well, that was just garbage." She said, as Emily and Brittany exchanged glances with each other. "Garbage wrapped in skin. Emily, my office... Now! You too Brittany!"

Emily sighed then, watching as coach Sylvester walked out of the gym.

"Catch." She mumbled, falling down as a few of the other girls caught her before she hit the floor, helping her back up on her feet as she looked at Brittany. "Practice is over, guys. Hit the showers."

And so they did, Kitty and one of her friends — Bree Emily thought she was called — sending her dirty looks before turning around to leave. Emily rolled her eyes then, walking beside Brittany as the two of them made their way to coach Sylvester's office, knocking slightly on the door before walking inside.

"Take a seat, girls." Coach Sylvester said, taking her glasses off as the two girls sat down in the chairs in front of her desk. As soon as they were settled, she looked at Brittany. "Brittany, I'm afraid it's time for a little tough love."

Emily frowned as she looked from her coach to Brittany and then back, as coach Sylvester held up a piece of paper in her hand.

"I hold in my hand the most recent algebra test of one Becky Jackson." She started. "Our plucky little Ewok waddled her way to a respectable C-plus. Now, your performance, very same exam, unearthed the hitherto undiscovered grade... F-minus. You answered every question with see other side, where you composed an elaborate crayon-scape entitled Happyville: The town where math was never invented."

"Oh, Britt..." Emily frowned a bit, sighing.

She should've known, to be honest... Brittany was never the brightest anyway. Even so, Emily never thought she'd go as far as this — after all, for such an elaborate drawing, she must have used all the time from the test to make it.

"Yeah, that's me, and that's Santana, and that's Kurt and Rachel in Heaven. And that's Emily and Quinn over there." Brittany started to explain innocently as she pointed out elements of her drawing and as much as she was touched she had made into her friend's drawing, she couldn't help but worry for her. And her sanity, somehow. "And, look, that's you, coach."

"Brittany, you're a terrible role model for the Cheerios!" Coach Sylvester shook her head, placing Brittany's test down. "And as much as you're not their captain, they look up to you for some reason. Last year, I was lost in a haze of pregnancy hormones, and I allowed your record breaking GPA to slide. The Cheerios grade point average has dropped three full points. Some of my girls no longer see academic achievement as a worthy goal, and yesterday I caught one of them trying to marry a squirrel."

"That's 'cause I believe in marriage equality for all land mammals." Brittany shrugged.

"Brittany, you're off the Cheerios." Coach Sylvester said, as Emily gasped. "I'm afraid you're going to have to lose the high pony."

"Tough love feels a lot like mean." Brittany frowned, before walking out of the office.

Emily sighed, looking back at coach Sylvester, who was already looking at her, expectantly.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Emily?" She asked, as the girl bit her lip nervously.

"I'll fix it." She promised. "I'll help Britt with her grades and get her back on track. If I do that, will you take her back? She's one of our best performers, we need her. I need her."

"How do you plan on helping her?" Coach Sylvester asked, as Emily got up from her seat, ready to make her way to Mr. Schue's office. She smirked at her coach, before nodding confidently.