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THERE WERE NOW CHEERIOS in Glee Club.

Ever since the Unholy Trinity joined the group, the club were like new dogs sniffing each other out.

Mr. Schuester was stood in front of the Glee Club, running through the new choreography, the club following him.

"Five, six, seven, eight. Step and step. Step and step. And turn it around. Down and up. And hit, hit down hit."

Rachel paused her movements, "Can we stop, please?"

"You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go." Mr. Schue told the girl.

"It's not my bladder," Rachel shook her head, "It's the choreography."

Mr. Schue sighed, "Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?"

Rachel shrugged, "It sucks."

Martha shared a look with Kurt, "Ouch."

"We can't compete with vocal adrenaline with these steps," Rachel continued, "You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Schue, But you're not a a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley."

Mr. Schue sighed as Rachel went on about how Dakota Stanley was the understudy to Lumiere in Beauty and the Beast.

"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed."

Quinn Fabray cocked her head, hands on her hips, walking forwards, "Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester?" She egged him on, "After high school. Did you even try?"

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The Glee Club stood around the choir room, waiting to see if Rachel could get Mr. Schuester to come back to the club, when Rachel walked in with her 'I'm sorry' cookies, her face glum.

"He's not coming." Rachel frowned.

"What happened?" Finn asked, prompting Rachel to describe the conversation between her and Mr. Schue, "Of course he doesn't want Anything to do with us after you kicked him in the nads." Finn scoffed.

Rachel cocked her head, "Then why did he thank me?"

"Oh my God." Martha groaned, leaning her head on Tina's shoulder.

Santana Lopez then spoke up, "The goal is to win. And now that Mr. Schuester has agreed to let us hire Dakota Stanley, we can."

"But he doesn't want us to," Finn tried to persuade them all otherwise, "He just doesn't have The confidence to coach us anymore. Guys are real sensitive when it comes to this kind of stuff." He shrugged as Martha walked over to Rachel and tried one of her cookies.

"And that's my fault?" Rachel asked.

"Do you see anyone else in here With a plate of 'I'm sorry' cookies?" Finn shook his head, "I don't. Just you."

"And, by the way, Rachel," Martha spoke up, putting what was left of her cookie in the trash, "The cookies suck."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm bored. All those in favor of hiring Dakota Stanley?" She asked, making the whole Glee Club, except Finn raise their hands.

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"I seriously think that we should just not get involved." Martha repeated for the umpteenth time as she, Tina and Rachel walked over to Mercedes - who was standing at her locker.

"Shush," Rachel quietened her as they reached their friend, "We need to have a gay-vention," Rachel blurted out to Mercedes, "That's a gay intervention."

"Way to ease her in." Martha muttered, covering up her hands with her hoodie.

"It's K-K-Kurt," Tina stuttered out, "He's lady fabulous."

"It's obvious you like him. We just don't want you to get hurt by feelings he can't reciprocate." Rachel said.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Look, just because he wears nice clothes, doesn't mean he's on the down-low."

"He wore a corset to second period today." Rachel whisper-yelled.

"That is true." Martha spoke up with a nod.

"You can do better, Mercedes." Tina told her.

"Really?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow, "Well, what if I can't? There's not a lot of guys around here knocking down my door for a date. Or yours, for that matter. Nobody notices us. Hello? We're in glee club," She stressed, "And I'm tired of being lonely. Aren't you? But Kurt... Kurt is sweet to me, and he likes who I am, And I like how I feel when I'm with him. And he's in our group, he understands what I'm going through. Now, maybe that's not enough for you guys, but it's enough for me." She told them, before storming away.

"This is only going to end badly." Martha shook her head before walking away.

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"Remind me why I'm paying you guys to clean my car if I'm doing most of the work." Hallie sighed.

Martha and Addie looked up from the book that they were looking at between the two of them.

"Right." Addie nodded.

"Sorry," Martha frowned, putting the book back in her bag before picking up a sponge, "Thank you both again for helping out with this. And I'm sorry that you're paying to wash your own car, Halls."

The soccer player shook her head with a small chuckle, "It's fine."

"I don't even know why we want Dakota Stanley to choreograph for us," Martha admitted with a shrug, "The guy's like a cheesy villain from a low budget Bond film." She said, making her friends laugh.

"Remind me again why the Cheerios are in bikini tops?" Addie said, glancing over at the cheerleaders.

"I have no idea," Martha shrugged, "But it's sure getting the jocks here."

The three girls watched as all of the jocks that attended to have their cars washed were shamelessly ogling the cheerleaders.

"And my mother is actually pestering me to find one them." Hallie hummed, making her two friends chuckle and nod in agreement.

There was then a loud shatter making everyone turn to see that Mercedes had thrown a brick through the windscreen of Kurt's car, the screaming at her for busting his window.

"Well you busted my heart," Mercedes glared at the boy, "Hm."

"Well that's one way to deal with rejection." Addie muttered.

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The club had raised enough money to hire Dakota Stanley, but they were soon to find out that they were in for more than they had bargained for.

"Okay, please examine your personalized menus," The short choreographer said, handing them each folders, "This is what you're going to be eating for the next six months."

Curiously, Martha opened hers up, "Gum?" She whispered to herself.

"Um, mine just says coffee." Mercedes spoke up.

Dakota nodded, not understanding the issue, "Mm-hmm."

"What's smelt?" Rachel asked.

"A pungent, low-carb freshwater fish," Dakota answered, "Okay, let's start with today's business. Artie, you're cut. You're not trying hard enough."

Martha raised an eyebrow at the man as her twin asked, "At what?"

Dakota rolled his eyes, "At walking. We can't be wheeling you around during every number. It throws off the whole dynamic, and it's depressing."

"So, you're kicking him out?" Mercedes scoffed.

"Mm-hmm. Also you," He nodded, "Youse got to go, Effie. No, no, no. Yeah."

"You can't kick people out of glee club because you don't like the way they look." Kurt told him.

"Uh, why don't you shut your face-gash," Dakota said, "And stay away from aerosol cans because You could burst into flames at any second?" He then turned to Martha, "And you. Lose the baby fat, ditch the giant hoodie and buy yourself a tight dress, then maybe we could get somewhere."

Martha looked down at the ground with a frown as her brother sat up in his chair, "What the actual hell?"

Dakota went down the line to the Cheerios, "You three– you're great. You're perfect. Seriously. Don't change a thing. Uh, you– ew, nose job."

"Now just hold on a second." Finn spoke up.

"What?" Dakota snapped his head to the tall boy, "What was that, Frankenteen? Why don't you, uh, wipe that dopey look off your face and get some lotion for those knuckles you've been dragging on the ground?"

Finn squinted his eyes as the man, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Dakota raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall. I feel like a woodland Creature. Um, am I hurting your feelings? Did I say something wrong? Because I thought you wanted somebody who respected you enough to tell you the truth. But maybe you don't have the confidence to hear it, hmm? Maybe you need somebody who's going to lie to you and tell you things like, 'you got what it takes'. But you know what? As far as I can see, you don't. So, why don't you just take a little second, take a breather, And ask yourself, 'Do I want to be a winner or not'?" He finished with a laugh.

"Screw this. I quit." Finn scoffed, chucking his folder to the ground, walking towards the door.

"Me t-t-t-too," Tina followed his actions, "Let's roll, Artie." She said, starting to wheel the boy away as Kurt took an upset Martha's hand and lead her to the door.

"No. Great, great," Dakota laughed with a scoff, "You know, Separate the wheat from the chaff; that's perfect."

"Wait," Rachel called out, making them all stop and slowly turn to her, "Barbra Streisand. When Barbra was a young ingénue, everyone told her in order to be a star, she'd have to get a nose job. Thankfully, she refused."

Dakota crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Where's this going, Yentl?"

"Where it's going is that we don't need you," Rachel retorted, before turning back to the others, "Let's face it, we're never going to be as good of dancers as Vocal Adrenaline. We're gonna win because we're different. And that's what makes us special."

Mercedes smirked, "They told J. Lo her booty was too big." She said, her and Kurt walking back to the group, bringing Martha with them.

"Curtis Mayfield was more successful after he became paralyzed." Artie joined them, too, Tina following.

"Jim Abbott." Finn spoke up, joining them.

"I have no idea who that is." Kurt shook his head.

"He was a one-armed pitcher for the Yankees," Finn explained, "Pitched a no-hitter."

"Okay, so, yeah. Misfits and spaz-heads and cripples can make it, too. That's great," Dakota rolled his eyes, "What's your point?"

"Our point is that you're fired," Dakota smirked, crossing her arms and walking forward so that she was toe to toe with the little man, "And I'm taller than you."

The man glared at her, "Barely."

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Mr. Schuester had returned to Glee Club and everyone was on a high as they were going through the choreography.

"Uh, uh, step, ball change and head. Step, ball change and head. Low and up. Low and high!" Mr. Schue said, going through the choreography with the Glee Club, before turning back to them, "What do you guys think?"

"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel spoke up.

The man sighed, "Yes, Rachel?"

Rachel sent him a smile, "It was really good."

Everyone let out a sigh and chuckle.

"Thank you," Mr. Schue grinned, "Thank you. Okay. From the top!"