Will pulled into the school parking lot in his car, the license plate proudly reading "GLEE." As he stepped out and headed toward the school, Rachel approached with a bright smile and determination in her step.

"Mr. Schuester!" she called.
Will glanced at her, amused. "Yeah?"
"I went to the library and I got some sheet music, and I wanted to run some songs by you that feature me heavily on lead vocal."
He gave her an apologetic smile. "Thanks, Rach, but I already got one picked out."
Finn appeared beside Rachel, reaching to wheel her schoolbag for her. Will fell behind as they continued walking.
"Let me help you with that," Finn offered.
Rachel beamed. "Thanks, Finn. You're so chivalrous."
Finn looked confused but pleased. "Thanks. That's a good thing, right?"
Will moved up to walk alongside Mercedes, Artie, and Tina.
"Morning, guys," he greeted.
Mercedes grinned. "Hey, Mr. Schue. We're just learning some runs."
"Oh yeah?" Will raised a brow.
Mercedes began vocalizing, and Will, Tina, and Artie joined in enthusiastically.
"With the finger, huh?" Will teased.
Mercedes smirked. "Pretty fly for a white guy."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," Will laughed. "Hey, don't be late for rehearsal this afternoon."
"Okay," Mercedes called as he continued on.
Further ahead, Puck had his arm draped around Kurt as he and five other letterman-clad students stood by a dumpster. Will nodded at them as he passed.
"Morning, Kurt."
Puck smirked. "Buenos nachos, Mr. Schue."

Will chuckled. "Hey! Let's go Titans."
"Yeah. Come on," Puck said to Kurt.
"Wait," Kurt said, throwing his bag into the arms of a jock. "One day, you will all work for me."
Without hesitation, Puck and another jock lifted him and tossed him into the dumpster.
Just as they turned to walk away, Elena strolled up in her Cheerio uniform, hands on her hips.
"Really? Again with the dumpster?" she asked, unimpressed. "You guys want another round of me kicking your asses? 'Cause I'm real tempted."
The jocks tensed, exchanging looks. No one wanted to mess with Elena Williams again after the last time. Of course, they didn't know that was just an alias—her real name, known only to a select few, was Svetlana Romanoff-Barnes.
"Let him go next time, or I swear, your footballs won't be the only things getting kicked," she added, voice sharp with warning.
Puck mumbled something incoherent, clearly annoyed but backing down. Elena raised an eyebrow, her voice low and dangerous. "What was that, Puck? You wanna repeat that for me? Maybe with fewer teeth?" She stepped toward him, and he immediately threw up his hands in surrender, muttering an apology. Elena rolled her eyes and offered a hand to help Kurt out of the dumpster.
"You okay?"
Kurt brushed off a banana peel. "I will be. Thanks."
—
Later in the hallway, Will smiled as he passed a student.
"Diana, thank you so much for that apple. It was very, very nice of you."
Around the corner, Emma rounded the stairwell, looking down at her watch. She walked right into Will.
"Oh!" Will exclaimed.
"Oh, Will! Oh, gosh," Emma gasped.
"Hey, Emma," Will said, steadying her.
"Hi."
"Hey. I wanted to thank you so much for the advice you gave me the other day. I mean, teaching here and coaching Glee Club – it's where I belong."
Emma blushed. "Oh, it's no problem. I mean, it's what I do. You know, I give counsel and give guidance. I'm a guidance counselor."
Will chuckled. "Yeah, you are."
Emma noticed their matching tones. "Oh, look. We match. Periwinkle."
"Yeah," Will agreed.
Santana and Quinn passed at the top of the stairs, eyeing the two.
"Get a room," Santana muttered sarcastically.
Quinn added, "Ms. Sylvester wants to see you in her office, Mr. Shue. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"You got it," Will said with a nervous chuckle.
—
In Sue's office, Will stepped in as the school bell rang.
"Hey, Sue. You want to see me?"
Sue, climbing off her elliptical, wiped her face with a towel. "Hey, buddy. Come on in."
She groaned. "I just blasted my hammies."
"Oh," Will said awkwardly.
Sue laughed and tossed him a bottle of pills. "Iron tablet? Keeps your strength up while you're menstruating."
Will blinked. "Uh – I don't menstruate."
"Yeah? Neither do I. So, I had a little chat with Principal Figgins, and he said that if your group doesn't place at regionals, he's cutting the program. Ouch."
"You don't have to worry about Glee Club," Will replied. "We're gonna be fine."
Sue strolled to her desk and held up a book. "Really? 'Cause I was at the local library, where I read Cheerleading Today aloud to blind geriatrics, and I came across this little page-turner. Show Choir Rule Book. Turns out, you need 12 kids to qualify for regionals. Last time I looked, you only had five and a half. Here."
She handed him the book and a slip of paper.
"Cripple in the wheelchair," she clarified. "I also took the liberty of highlighting some special ed classes for you. Maybe you could find some recruits."
She lifted hand weights and continued. "'Cause I'm not sure there's anybody else who's gonna wanna swim over to your island of misfit toys."
Will frowned. "Are you threatening me, Sue?"
"Threatening you? Oh, no, no, no. Presenting you with an opportunity to compromise yourself? You betcha."
Sue set the weights down.
"Let's break it down. You want to be creative. You want to be in the spotlight. Face it. You want to be me."
Will held back a laugh.
"So here's the deal. You do with your depressing little group of kids what I did with my wealthy, elderly mother. Euthanize it. It's time. And then I'll be happy to offer you a job as my second assistant on Cheerios. You can fetch me Gatorade and launder my soiled delicates. It'll be very rewarding work for you."
Will stood his ground. "You know what, Sue? I politely decline your offer. Glee Club is here to stay. I believe in my kids. I know you're used to being the cock of the walk around here."
"Offensive," Sue snapped.
"But it looks like your Cheerios are gonna have some competition. We're gonna show at regionals. You have my word on that."
He tossed the pill bottle back and opened the door.
"Have a good day."
Sue watched him go with a bemused smile.
—
Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Elena leaned against her locker, rubbing her temple. Something felt off—her body out of sync in a way she couldn't explain. A flicker of pain, nausea, and then it was gone.
She quickly texted Val: Still laying low. But something feels weird. Let me know if there's a mission soon. Could use the distraction.
The response came quickly: Might have one for you. Stay sharp, Williams.
Elena pocketed her phone just in time to see Santana and Quinn strutting through the hall like queens. They were all Cheerios now, technically friends, but Quinn and Santana made sure to act like nothing more than friendly teammates when others were around. It was confusing as hell. Elena didn't know the rules of this game. Brittany, on the other hand, was always warm, always touching her arm or smiling her way like nothing had changed.
She shook her head. "Bipolar Barbie behavior," Elena muttered under her breath.
Last night they were pressed up against her, touching, moaning.
Now? Nothing. Cold glances. Casual avoidance.
She blinked, baffled. "What the hell kind of girl code is this?" she muttered.
Cheerio life was gonna be... complicated.
—
CUT TO: INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY
[Bell rings. QUINN and FINN are having a conversation as FINN retrieves books from his locker. RACHEL is at her own locker a few feet from them, facing away. She angles a small mirror in her hand to watch the exchange behind her.]
"We are in line to be the most popular kids in the school over the next couple years," Quinn said.
"Yeah, I know," Finn replied.
"Prom king and queen. Homecoming court royalty. I am not giving up those shiny crowns just so you can express yourself."
"Look, you're making too big a deal out of this."
[RACHEL closed her mirror and settled for listening intently.]
"Okay. Let's compromise. If you quit the club, I'll let you touch my breast," Quinn offered.
"Under the shirt?"
"Over the bra."
[Finn paused, momentarily conflicted.]
"No. No, I can't."
[Quinn scoffed.]
"I want to do Glee. I'm really happy when I'm performing."
"People think you're gay now, Finn. And you know what that makes me? Your big gay beard."
"Look. I—I gotta go to class. Okay? Just relax. Everything's gonna work out."
[Finn closed his locker and exited.]
Quinn turned to Rachel. "Eavesdrop much? Time for some girl talk, man hands. You can dance with him. You can sing with him. But you will never have him."
"I understand why you'd be threatened," Rachel answered coolly. "Finn and I have made a connection. But I'm an honorable person. I don't need to steal your man. I have plenty of suitors of my own. Every day Glee's status is going up, and yours is going down. Deal with it."
[Rachel turned to walk away and two slushies were promptly thrown in her face. PUCK and another JOCK, the culprits, high-fived each other as they walked away.]

"Awesome," Puck grinned.
"Holla!" the jock shouted.
[Bell rings.]
From around the corner, Elena had seen the entire exchange. As Rachel wiped the slushie from her eyes, Elena slipped away silently. Her green eyes narrowed, glinting faintly with a soft purple glow as she exhaled slowly through her nose. Moments later, Puck let out a sharp yelp off-screen as he was yanked off his feet by unseen force—Elena's webs slinging out from her wrists and wrapping around his ankles. With an effortless tug, she slammed him into a locker, dazing him, before dragging him down the hall. Her eyes briefly flickered with a faint purple shimmer as a glamour spell washed over the area, obscuring any security cameras. The next instant, she vanished around the corner with him in tow.
[Cut to: The back of the school.]
PUCK was groaning from inside a dumpster, now wearing nothing but a men's pink tutu onesie. Elena walked away from the scene with a satisfied smirk, brushing off her Cheerios uniform.
"That's what you get for slushie-ing people, dumbass," Elena muttered to herself.
She lingered nearby, leaning casually against the wall with her arms crossed, waiting for Puck to eventually crawl out of the dumpster. When he did, groggy and humiliated, he stumbled past her, unaware that Elena had snapped a series of pictures of him in the pink tutu onesie.
By the time the next bell rang, printouts of the photos were already pinned to several bulletin boards around the school, taped to bathroom stalls, and even slipped into lockers. The reaction was instant—students burst into laughter in every hallway, some even reenacting Puck's new look with makeshift tutus. Elena smirked knowingly, enjoying the chaos from a distance. Across the hallway, Santana, Quinn, and Brittany exchanged glances. Brittany giggled, clearly entertained. Quinn raised a brow, biting back a grin, while Santana was looking smug. Though they had no proof, all three of them suspected Elena was behind Puck's humiliation. And honestly? They kind of respected it.