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A/A/N: Song featured is a mash-up of Mike Posner's "Please Don't Go" and Matchbox Twenty's "How Far We've Come" arranged by illih93 in the YouTube video www. youtube watch?v=PiHwyvcDLfI

Stassi walked into the Music Room, as per requested via text on her SmartPhone. She glanced around curiously at her fellow Cheerios seated in a group wearing defeated expressions.

"What's going on?" she asked cautiously.

"It's Friday, Stassi," Nina told her somberly, looking very out of place in jeans and a flowery blouse. The junior noted the Bulgarian girl's hands were placed protectively over a flat box. "It's too late. I told them everything—they deserve to know."

Stassi pursed her lips in displeasure, but Annie spoke up, "How could you not tell us what was going on? And now you guys are getting kicked off the team?"

Michelle nodded. "We could have helped," she added.

"Yeah, because we've seen what your kind of help does for the team," Annie retorted angrily.

"That was an accident," the freshman insisted, though her face ducked down as she blushed deeply in chagrin. "I didn't know—"

"What kind of idiot doesn't check their intel before projecting it out to the world?" the sophomore snapped. "Poor Katie; she was mortified."

"Both of you; shut up," Stassi interjected. "The reason we didn't involve you was because you both suck at keeping secrets and this required stealth." She frowned at Nina. "You probably should have stayed in the dark."

"It doesn't matter anymore Stase," Nina argued. "We didn't get Caroline on the team, so we're done. Coach made herself perfectly clear."

"But that's not fair," Annie argued. "Nikki's been making it impossible to make Cheerio's inviting—what were you supposed to do?"

Nina sighed. "I'm not sure," she replied. "But now that we're done, it's probably going to fall to you two to take care of her, since I'm not sure how well our popularity will hold without these uniforms." She patted the white cardboard on her lap sadly.

"And what can we do that you guys didn't?" Michelle squeaked in a panic. "We're just going to get slushied and kicked off the team too! Ohhh—"

"Everyone zip it," Stassi commanded, and the three girls' heads snapped back to the still-standing Cheerio. "First off—Nina, get your butt back in uniform; we are not finished here. Last time I checked, it was Friday morning, and school doesn't end for another seven hours. Secondly, I am done with all of this lame-ass whining. We are the best that McKinley has to offer, and I am not letting an elaborate catfight between an arrogant sociopath and a newbie with a Napoleon Complex take us out of the game."

Her teammates straightened up, seemingly taking back some of their confidence. "But what about Care?" Michelle asked timidly.

"I will take care of it," Stassi asserted. "I don't care if I have to shove that uniform onto her lifeless corpse—Mini Fabray will be a Cheerio by the end of the day."

Dalton made his way to his locker, festering in the quiet. He'd originally just been avoiding Wally, pissed as hell about the guy snatching Roxie out from under him; however, since Roxie didn't know why he was pissed at Wally (and apparently the two were an item), she was hanging around the punk. And eventually Stassi, Coby, and Ashwin, who were trying to split time between the two, had gotten tired of the boy's grumbling: he was pretty sure the Cheerio's exact words were "you ball-less pansy; suck it up and deal with the fact that you have the game of a slug."

So now he was alone, walking down the hall with a surly look to him.

His expression changed from pouting to livid as he spotted a very tiny freshman with a shy smile leaning against her locker while a cocky sophomore seemed to be chatting her up. Wally said something with a laugh, and Dalton watched as the brunette blushed and grinned.

The bell rang and Wally told the girl goodbye before she walked off toward her Homeroom class. The sophomore made it a half-dozen steps before noticing the other boy glaring at him.

"Hey D," he said casually, resuming his lazy gait. "Long time, no see."

Dalton continued fixing the boy with an icy stare.

"…Is there a problem?" Wally asked in faux naiveté.

The animosity the ash blonde had been building up over the last few days finally spilled over.

"Well, let's see," he retorted angrily. "You made a game out of hooking up with every girl in this school, including my sister, only to casually dump their ass and leave guys like me to clean up the mess left over—"

"Didn't peg you as being overly concerned with your sister's bad choices," the brunette remarked.

"—and then you join my club under the front of supporting me, but instead swoop in and snatch up probably the only girl worth liking in this school of superficial phonies." He continued without missing a beat, exhaling loudly and throwing his hands outward in frustration. "How could you do that to me man?"

Wally watched his friend regain his composure, then waited another moment. "Feel better?" he asked.

Dalton scoffed, then chuckled as he leaned against the lockers in the now-empty hallways. "A little bit, yeah," he admitted.

The brunette nodded and smiled tentatively. "Okay," he said. "So, Roxie then?"

The other nodded, tilting his head up so he wouldn't see how much he looked like a complete idiot while talking to his friend "I just never got a chance," he told the boy.

"You mean, in the last month and a half you've known her, I've stolen every minute, every opportunity to ask her out?" Wally asked in surprise.

Dalton felt himself turning red. "Of course not," he replied. "I've just been waiting for a good time—"

Wally snickered. "I don't think the apocalypse is really the best time for coffee," he told his friend. "And at the rate you're moving, that's when you were going to make your move."

The blonde boy groaned. "I guess," he said, running a hand through his hair. "So you and her, huh? I mean, you guys are teammates, so you aren't going to, you know?"

"What are you talking about?"

Dalton looked over at his friend. "You know, since we're on the same team, now that you two are a thing, you won't treat her like the others?"

Wally gave the boy a look. "I never said we were a thing," he told him.

"Come on man; don't be like that with her," Dalton retorted.

"I'm serious," the brunette countered. "We hung out the other day, sure; but I never said we were dating or anything." He smirked. "She seemed a little preoccupied for my taste."

His friend looked at Wally seriously. "You two aren't dating?" he said, to which the other shrugged. "Then why were you jerking me around this entire week?"

"Two reasons, really," the boy replied with a devious glint in his eye. "One; you're just fun to mess with, man. And two; for a guy so hung up on some chick, you really need to get the lead out."

Dalton scoffed in disbelief before clasping his friend on the shoulder. "You know," he said. "I don't know if I should punch you or hug you, man."

"That's pretty much my goal," Wally said with a wink. "I figure so long as one of us is treading that line between observant and arrogant, we should be able to stay ahead of the curve." When Dalton remained staring at him incredulously, the boy finally continued, "Well, what are you still doing here man? Go find your silent songbird."

And with that Dalton grinned and took off down the hall.

"Hiding in the library?"

Katie looked up from the small barricade in the corner desk she'd made for herself to see Dylan walking up to her.

"Well it's not like I can ever go out into the halls again," she replied in irritation, sliding some books off of a chair so her friend and teammate could sit. "Thanks to Michelle, everyone now thinks I'm one of Carter Macy's ex-booty calls. You should see what they're drawing in the bathroom now."

"You never seemed like one to back down and let those guys win," he told her.

The blonde sighed and shrugged, "It's never been this intense before." She slid her fingers up to the bridge of her nose, pinching it to relieve the tension. "With Caroline and the club and everything, I just don't know how we're going to survive all of it."

The shaggy-haired freshman hesitantly put out a hand and rested it on the girl's shoulder. "Because we're strong," he told her. "And just think—the next thing we have to get past is going to be small potatoes compared to this week." She smiled at him softly. "So just keep your chin up, alright?"

Katie's blue eyes glittered a little as she watched him focus on her like they were alone, as opposed to surrounded by a school of snakes and mongooses.

"You know what would help?" she asked him with a smile. "Really show everyone that Carter Macy is a big nothing in my world?"

Dylan smiled. "What?" he asked.

"We should go to BreadstiX tonight," she suggested. "In plain sight, for everyone to see. We should just go to dinner and show them that Carter Macy is a big liar and there are far better people worthy of my time."

Dylan's eyes widened in surprise. "You want to go to BreadstiX?" he repeated. "With me?"

"Do you have to watch your brothers?" she asked. Dylan shook his head—every one of his siblings knew better than to come home on a Friday night. "Then yeah; you and me. Unless you've suddenly developed a distaste for noodles—"she watched him hopefully.

"No, no," he quickly rebutted. "I'm a big pasta fan." He tried unsuccessfully to hide his elation. "So, six then?"

"Sounds like a plan," the other agreed. "And this time, if you can't make it, call me."

Dylan blushed slightly, but Katie merely nudged his shoulder with a smile, so he just returned the expression.

Caroline walked into an empty Chemistry classroom, eyeing the junior that sat alone, back facing her as she finished her lab report. "You are a Megabitch," she spat. "Do you know that?"

"I think I may have heard it on occasion," Stassi replied casually, not looking up from her notebook.

"I don't want to play by your rules anymore, so you sabotage me to make sure I can't win?" the freshman accused angrily. "Do you hate me that much?"

The Cheerio sighed, spinning in her seat to face the girl. "You seem to think awfully highly of yourself to believe I'd stress enough about you to waste time and energy hating you," she replied. "When really it's an unnecessary drain on my day."

"So why interfere with my work?" The small girl demanded.

"Because your work is stupid and ill-thought out," the junior told her critically. "Because you are hurting the people supporting you with these wild stabs at the hierarchy more than you are your target. And, while I could care less about you, I don't particularly enjoy watching fellow Cheerios being humiliated."

"Cheerios like Medusa?"

"Cheerios like Nina, Annie, Michelle," Stassi listed, irked to the point of standing. "Those girls put their necks on the line following you to the Cool-less Corral. They joined your little band of misfits thinking you had some sort of 'it' factor that would make you rise above all of this, and so far you've done nothing short of jack." She glared hard at the freshman. "Or have you managed to forget them in your Eurotrash Private School Righteous Anger Riff?"

Caroline matched the older girl's stare. "I'm trying to make a difference," she asserted. "To change things for the better around here. To not let girls like Nikki Hardy walk all over the rest of us simply because she can, and Jocks like Carter Macy humiliate girls like Katie."

"Katie should have known she was walking into a bear trap the instant she got into bed with Carter, for whatever reason," the Armenian girl dismissed. "And you think you're changing things?" She arched an eyebrow incredulously at her teammate. "How? By throwing around a couple slushies? Starting a fire or two? Do you really think that's going to make any difference? You need gasoline to make a good show. When you first came in here with the name Fabray, that turned some heads; it got you noticed. But since then you've done nothing but act like a little girl playing dress-up. You want to change the line-up? Step up and make yourself count."

The smaller brunette scoffed. "And what exactly do you think is going to make that happen?"

"Get some clout," the junior supplied. "You've shown you've got your sister's bravado, but that means nothing if you've got no fire power supporting you. If you want to take on Hardy, you need to sweep her feet out from under her."

"How?"

Stassi smirked, picking up her bag and strutting past the other girl, her skirt swishing as she made for the door. "You're a smart girl—you'll figure something out."

Liam watched the crowd coursing through the hallways, ebbing and flowing as they stopped and veered through doorways and around corners. He adjusted the focus on his lens, wasting time as he waited for Andrew to finish his class and catch up.

In his peripheral vision, he watched as a pair of black ankle boots clicked quickly past him, their owner completely caught up in her conversation.

"I really am sorry Jeremy, I didn't mean to lead you on," Emma apologized as she stopped by her locker. "No; I'm really not looking to date anyone right now…Well, I just got out of a pretty serious relationship, and I think I need to take some time for myself." She paused and spun the combination idly, rolling her eyes at the words buzzing into her earpiece. "In that case, I'm sure you and Stephanie will have a lot of fun at the convention. Make sure she stops by the ethical writing workshop sign-up booth…Nothing, I just meant—fine, well, have fun. Goodbye."

"I take it your date for this weekend sort of fizzled out?" the lean boy asked from behind her door, causing her to start a little.

She sighed in resignation upon noticing him. "I just don't think I want to start over by dating someone whose work I can barely tolerate," the brunette replied, shifting the contents of her locker back and forth as she exchanged books and binders. "I can think of better things to do than associate with Jeremy Upchurch at a no-talent convention for my weekend."

"Like?"

"Well," the girl said thoughtfully. "Ashwin invited me to his brother's soccer game, and his mother will probably be making chicken tikka masala afterwards—"

"No," Liam deadpanned, looking severely at the girl.

"No?" she repeated quizzically.

"You can't go to your ex's brother's soccer game and then over to his place for dinner," he told her. "That's just cruel."

"I'm not being cruel—he's my friend," Emma argued. "And I don't really think it's any of your business what I do or who I do it with."

The AV geek kept a somber gaze on her. "Emma, seriously? Who broke up with whom?"

"It was a mutual decision—"

Liam held up his hand to stop her. "It's never a completely even split. Somebody always makes the first move; so who was it for you two?"

The overachiever scuffed her toe into the linoleum as she shifted from one foot to the other. "Well, I guess I suggested it, but he agreed completely—"

"But you broke up with him," he asserted bluntly.

"Well yes; but we both agreed to be friends—it was his idea."

The boy's expression softened as he watched her gaze shift from defensive to evasive when she looked into his eyes and then away again.

"I know being on your own is scary," he told her gently, reaching out and resting his hand on the metal just next to hers. "I know you're used to the guy, and that he's kind of like this big brown security blanket you have right there to help you move forward. But really, you're just holding him back." She looked up at him with wide eyes. "If you go to the little brother's game and the family dinner I'll bet you a hundred bucks he cancels with Arianna. Ashwin's not going to want to date anybody if he thinks you might still need him, and he'll never going to find his own footing if he's always trying to follow yours." He shrugged. "You've got to let him go, Malley. Cut the cord."

Ashwin watched Emma as she stared blankly at the notebook in front of her. She'd been acting off since before lunch, which worried him. Poor girl had so much on her plate; the Teacher's Aide hated to think about what could possibly be weighing her mind down now.

"So," he asked, casually drifting toward her desk. "How is that telepathic writing skill coming along?"

"Great, thanks," the brunette replied distractedly. A beat went by, then she seemed to shake herself out as she turned to her ex. "Wait, what?"

"Are you okay?" the Indian boy asked. "You seem a little out of it." He didn't feel the need to elaborate that calling it a little was being kind.

Emma fidgeted in her seat. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Just a little preoccupied with this assignment."

"Yeah, those narrative comparisons can be tricky," Ashwin remarked without conviction. He graded the papers of everyone in the class, and the girl sitting next to him was running circles around the syllabus.

"Uh-huh…" she trailed off again. Even as she faked studying, her eyes kept flitting towards him as he watched her, and he could tell she was seriously considering something as she absently began to chew on her bottom lip.

After another minute, she sighed and faced him. "I called off my date with Jeremy," she confessed. "I told him I wasn't ready for it to be a date, and he said that Stephanie Mullen would, and so we're not going."

The tall boy looked at her sympathetically. "I'm so sorry Emms," he said softly, squatting down so he was eye-level and resting his hand on hers. "He's a jerk—you can do way better anyways." She nodded slowly, and he continued, "But hey, if you want, you can come to Kam's game, maybe catch some dinner with us?"

"What about your date with Arianna?" the brunette asked, getting a sinking feeling in her stomach.

The boy shrugged. "I didn't really want to go out with Rhi that much—it was more Wally's idea than mine."

He smiled at her encouragingly, and Emma wanted so badly to take him up on his offer: to just go watch a bunch of eight year-olds run around kicking a ball; eat some spicy homemade Indian food; just fall back on what she'd always known.

But—"You know, I don't think I should," she told him, heart aching as she watched his expression turned puzzled and hurt. "I mean, I have a lot of work to get done, and what with track season coming up, I should start training for that."

Ashwin frowned at her, wondering what was whirring through her head that she seemed to refuse to say out loud. "Oh," he conceded finally. "Well, if you change your mind, you're always welcome."

Emma gave a small smile and forced her gaze back to her notebook. However, after another moment of silence, she added, "And you shouldn't, you know—cancel on Rhi. She's an interesting girl, and…I just think you two would have a good time. You deserve that."

The brown boy met her eyes and finally seemed to catch a glance at the thought process flitting through them. She watched as his expression widened in surprise, then seemed to wilt slightly in sorrow before he masked it into a casual air and shrugged in consideration.

"Maybe you're right," he told her, and they both awkwardly fell into a focused silence for the rest of the period.

Roxie walked into the empty auditorium cautiously and curiously. Dalton had seemed to be studiously avoiding her ever since Monday, something she'd oddly been very aware of, and now he suddenly sent a note from the office during her Health period to meet him here.

And as she looked up to the stage, there he was: ashen hair tussled in a mess as he stared at his feet dancing in mid-air of the edge of the platform.

The tiny girl didn't say anything, but he seemed to know she was there anyways, as he looked up and gave a little half-smile upon meeting her gaze.

What I would give to know what's going on in that head of yours, she thought to herself as she smiled and shook her head at him in amusement.

The sophomore chuckled and shrugged. "Hey," he greeted, and she tilted her head upward to return the sentiment. "Sorry; I don't really have that great of a reason for pulling you out of class. I just kind of wanted to talk."

He patted the floor next to him, and she walked over and joined him on the stage. They sat silently, and she watched him in her peripheral vision as the boy gazed around the auditorium.

"In just a couple weeks it'll be Sectionals," he told her. "Imagine a stage like this, seats filled to capacity watching us, waiting to see what kind of mark we make."

Dalton turned his body toward her, placed his hand on her wrist and squeezed gently. "Sometimes I feel like that's the way it is everywhere, you know? Everybody's staring at me, wondering what I'm doing and why." He chuckled and leaned back. "Most of the time—like with Jennifer—I think they're all idiots, and I only give in because I figure it doesn't matter and I want them to shut up. But then there are times when they make me really take a look at what I'm doing and realize My God, I am an idiot."

Roxie was more than a little confused, to say the least, but she smiled encouragingly as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Roxanne Lovely, I like you," Dalton told her seriously. "I mean like you, like you. You're the shyest, quietest girl I've ever met, but you're by far the most interesting, and the prettiest, even when your face lights up like a stop light." He grinned as she blushed and ducked her head down. "I've been ignoring you all week because I thought you went out with Walt, and I was embarrassed that you turned me down. And I know you probably had your reasons—"

"Turned you down?" Roxie interrupted, surprising the sophomore as she looked up at him in genuine bewilderment. "Turned you down for what?"

Dalton looked at her incredulously. "Um, BreadstiX?" he told her. "Remember: I asked if you wanted to go—"

"To talk about the set list, right," the freshman nodded, completely clueless as she waited for him to fill in the blanks.

He brushed back his blonde locks and cleared his throat. "Okay, well, honestly Rox; that was supposed to be kind of a lame excuse for taking you out on a date." He watched as her eyes all but popped out of her head in surprise, and realized that maybe they'd both been getting their signals crossed.

He was asking me out on a date, Roxie's inner voice looped over and over in her head.

"Wow," Dalton said, smirking at the situation he now found himself in. He smiled more hopefully. "I guess I should have been clearer then, huh?"

The tiny freshman was still blushing brightly as she shrugged her shoulders in embarrassment.

He took a deep breath, and held the tiny girl's hand as he tipped her face toward him and looked into her stunned eyes. "Roxie Lovely, do you want to go to BreadstiX on a date with me sometime?"

"No," the girl said forcefully, and he was slightly taken back. However she blushed furiously and continued, "I mean: I hate BreadstiX—I don't want to go there."

Dalton was glad she was focusing intently on her feet, because he was really confused—the girl that ate Italian every day for lunch hated BreadstiX? What, was she on a weird fad diet or something? "But I like the other part though," he heard her just barely whisper, lifting her head to smile shyly at him.

Her teammate broke out into a grin. "Okay," he laughed in relief. "Okay." He jumped off of the stage and stood to face her. "I can work with that."

The freshman giggled as the boy danced a little in place to express his pleasure before walking back to her and sliding back into the seat beside hers.

"So while we're here," he began. "Do you want to waste class time talking about songs for the set list?"

Caroline walked into the library and spotted the person she was looking for, reading yet another of her oh-so-fascinating books on criminology as she barricaded herself slightly in the corner of the room. The brunette walked straight to the forensic-obsessed blonde and sat across from her.

"Hey there Care Bear," Katie greeted, without even glancing away from her book.

Caroline smiled, "Hey Kit-Kat…" she replied.

The blonde recognized the lilt in her best friend's voice and emphatically shut her tome, staring intently at the other girl. "What is it?" she asked critically.

There was a scoff of feigned hurt in reply. "Why do you think I want something? Can't your best friend stop by to say hello?"

Katie gave a dry chuckle, "I may be blonde, but I'm not stupid," she joked.

The brunette joined her, dipping her head in concession, "Okay, so maybe there is something…"she trailed off.

"Which would be?"

Caroline leaned forward toward the blonde, lowering her voice. "I've been thinking about Medusa and Carter and I think I have a way to finally get a leg up in this fight." She took a deep breath. "I think you and I should join the Cheerios."

Katie stared at the girl for a moment and then burst out laughing, causing her friend to arch an eyebrow up quizzically as she watched at the scene.

Which is when she realized the brunette wasn't joking and stopped laughing abruptly, "Wait, you were serious?"

Caroline nodded, "Well yeah, why not?"

Katie scoffed, trying to wrap her head around the thing. "Well, it's just, I thought you were never going to join—Sue asked you and you turned her down flat. The other girls in Glee suggested it and you said you hated the idea. You can't stand Captain Medusa; you can't stand The Jenns or Jennifer Johnson. We haven't even broached the idea in ages—why now?"

"I'll admit," the brunette replied. "This wasn't really my first choice. But, if I want to win this war with Medusa, I need to gain some power, you know? Find some weight to throw around. That way I can beat the living hell out of her."

"And how do I factor in?" the blonde asked, still skeptical as she gestured to her person. "I'm not exactly Cheerio material."

"Katie I've seen you dance and you are definitely just as good as anyone else out there. Plus," she gave a grin. "It could be fun! You, me, Annie, Nina, Michelle—and I suppose Stassi—would rule the school. And bring Medusa down," she repeated soundly.

"Do you even think Coach Sylvester's still interested?" Katie queried. "I mean, she hasn't said a word to you since you basically spat the offer back in her face. Not to mention this would only work if she was still willing to make you Captain."

"She will," the brunette insisted, though a little less confident. "I'm a Fabray, and that still means something."

"I just don't know if I want to be a Cheerio," her friend told her hesitantly. "It wasn't really on my list of high school activities I wanted to jump on the bandwagon for."

Caroline scooched her chair closer to the other's. "Katie," she told her somberly. "Do you seriously want to be stuck in Slushie Hell for the next 3 years? I cannot stand trying to wash Red Dye stains out of my clothes anymore. Think about it."

Katie remained silent, and the other freshman slid out of her chair to leave.

"I'll join," spoke up a voice behind her, and Caroline turned around to watch the blonde stand up and nod. "I'll join." She repeated firmly.

The youngest Fabray grinned and hugged her best friend, "Awesome! Okay, now come with me."

The boys stood with their backs facing the others, dressed dapperly in black and white, when out of nowhere Wally's voice echoed, Hello

Hello

Hello

Dalton spun around, stepping up front and center as he sang out, We'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked

Yeah, you got me begging, begging

The rest of the boys turned, joining him in the chorus, Baby, please don't go

Caroline grinned in enjoyment at Katie from her seat, and the girl returned her smile, squeezing Dylan's hand as she used her free one to smooth out the invisible lines in her new Cheerio uniform.

If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?

I don't know

If you feel the way I do
If you leave I'm gon' find you
Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't go, go, go, go

Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't, baby please don't

Hayley glanced around, watching the sea of red that had sprung up around her. She spent an extra second on the stone-faced junior sitting next to a happily blushing freshman. The rebel still didn't know if she could trust the girl, but Hayley could have sworn that watching her come into the classroom moments earlier, the tension in her body had eased infinitesimally and her eye glittered in approval as she watched first the new Cheerios, and then the crimson-streaked sophomore herself take a seat.

Baby please don't run away
From my bed and start another day, stay instead

Ashwin suddenly strode forward, taking the lead, I believe the world is burning to the ground

Oh well I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've
come he and Wally sang out together
Let's see how far we've come

Well I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come

Go, go, go, go, Dalton continued, reaching out and smiling at Roxie, who cast a timid smile back.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go

Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't, baby please don't

Baby please don't

I stay running from tomorrow,
I stay running from tomorrow

The petite girl watched as the blonde led his teammates in choreography. As flattered as she felt by his attention, and as much as she liked it, the brunette couldn't help but feel hesitant to take such a huge step with the sophomore. She felt like the entirety of McKinley stared at them as they walked together down the halls, and she wasn't sure she really understood being in love enough to reciprocate it with Dalton—or with anyone, really.

Well, I stay running from tomorrow
Said, I stay running from tomorrow

Ashwin stepped forward again,I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know
And I can't remember caring for an hour or so
Started crying and I couldn't stop myself
I started running but there's nowhere to run to

His impassioned tone caused Emma's heart to coil harshly in her chest. She watched as the boys weaved around each other, and felt his anguish as he intoned the lyrics.

The brunette couldn't help but notice Liam watching her from his place in the back, and the ache twisted a little more as she found herself taking comfort in his supportive glance.

I sat down on the street took a look at myself, the Indian boy sang, gesturing up and down his body.

Said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
His eyes pierced hers and she felt tears stinging just behind them, Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to

The brown boy stepped behind Dalton, Liam, and Andrew as they continued, Baby please don't go

(Please don't go)

Michelle glanced around her teammates; she didn't really feel like she belonged anywhere at the moment. Everett wouldn't even look at her for the last day, and while Nina had only been disappointed, Annie and Caroline were bristling while Katie had gone into hiding between classes. Even when the latter two had joined the Cheerios, the tiny freshman had been on the outskirts of the celebration. And during all of it, Lindsay had been too elated by the spike in status to do any more than spare an unconvincing expression of sympathy.

If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?

I don't know if you feel the way I do
If you leave I'm gon' find you

(I'm gon' find you)

Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't go, go, go, go
Baby please don't, baby please don't

I believe the world is burning to the ground, Ashwin's voice rang out from behind them

Oh well I guess we're gonna find out

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we've come

Stassi glanced around at the club as they smiled and enjoyed the performance. She felt snug and triumphant in her Cheerio uniform, though the deal had been struck so far into the eleventh hour that she hadn't been able to hold in her nerves or her lunch before it was all over.

She'd watched with the other girls as Caroline and Katie had made their way down the halls toward Glee, pressed and dressed in their new skirts. Coach had been impressed by the freshman's gall as she demanded a spot for her friend as well, and had seemingly made the new Fabray co-Captain instantly (though the lesser to Nikki's more experienced self). The brunette had strutted proud as a peacock, although she had taken a moment to acknowledge the Armenian girl gratefully as she preened with her adoring new teammates, who took individual moments to hold close to their own uni's, painfully aware of how close they'd come to losing them.

The junior had also watched the HBIC of McKinley's reaction to the news, as did likely the school's general population. The junior put up a proper level of hostility and distaste, but Stassi could see that there wasn't nearly enough surprise in her expression for such a change, and figured she guessed correctly about the Captain making her own backdoor deal when she gave her former other-half a sly wink as if to acknowledge the second half of the games that she wasn't sure Mini-Q knew were on the horizon.

Glee's resident mean girl glanced nonchalantly at Hurricane, who, for better or worse, was still at the school, and perhaps a little smarter for the older girl's words of advice. Stassi hoped that Nikki would drop the stick that she was beating that particular horse with, but as she watched the two glare at each other while they passed in the halls, she knew that it was merely wishful thinking.

Ashwin and Dalton spun toward each other, overlapping as they finished out the mash-up, Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end

Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,

(Baby please don't go)
Let's see how far we've come

(Don't go, go, go, go)
Let's see how far we've come

(Baby please don't, baby please don't)

And they all grinned as they finished, Baby please don't run away, and the room erupted into cheers.