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Here's what you missed
on Glee.

Nationals is in New York City
and everyone's really excited.

Jesse St. James is back in town
and he's starting a show choir
consulting business.

Two things
that I'm great at... show choir
and destroying the competition.

New Directions should hire him.
A, they really want to win,
and B, he's superhandsome.

Terri's back too, and Sue
wants the Honey Badger...

to take out the Glee Club
before they can get to New York.

And that's what you missed
on Glee.

New Directions,

I would like to
introduce you to our new
show choir consultant,

Jesse St. James.

I don't trust this guy.

He's gonna trick us
into doing something stupid
so his alma mater wins.

I don't need to do
much tricking to get you
to do something stupid, Finn.

Guys, Jesse
is just a consultant.
I still make all the calls.

I have all the confidence
in the world in you guys.

I just think we could use
all the help we can get
because... this is it.

We've been working so hard
for two years for this moment,
and that moment is finally here.

I was talking with Jesse
and he agreed we should continue
with our successful trend...

of doing original songs
for the competition.

I was thinking of doing
one group number
and one duet.

Rachel and I should sing a duet.
We killed it last year
at regionals with "Faithfully."

Yeah. It killed us.
We lost.

May I?
Uh, yeah.

I agree that Rachel should sing lead,
but, Finn, I think it's
best if you sit this one out.

The fact is, most of
the other guys in here
are better singers,

and Mike Chang,
who can't even sing,
can at least dance.

You kind of sing and dance
like a zombie who has to poop.

You see what I'm talking about?
This guy's a jerk!

Maybe you could be a little
gentler with your advice.
Gentle?

Yes.
I'm sorry.

I didn't realize we were
training for the "Good Try"
ribbon at nationals.

I thought we were in it to win
the whole thing, and there's
only one way we can do that.

- Poison darts?
- The Vocal Adrenaline strategy
is simple.

Identify your best performer
and build the entire
performance around them.

- So what does everyone else do?
- And who's our star performer?

We're gonna
have auditions
to find out.

I'm gonna post
a sign-up sheet
later this afternoon.

Don't you think this is
kinda not our style?

Normally I'd agree with you,
but this is the big time.
I think we should listen to Jesse.

I just don't know
what you're so angry about.

Honey Badger, I am lactating with rage!

The Glee Club travels
to New York for nationals in one week.

They have purchased
airline tickets,

tickets that
I would like to screw up.

I asked you to recruit
an expert computer hacker,
and you bring me this.

Do I get
a super villain
nickname?

Your nickname
is Panda Express.

- But I'm not Chinese.
- Neither is the food
at Panda Express.

I'm on top of this.

All the official travel for the school goes
through the Lima Heights Travel Agency.

All we have to do is e-mail them
through Principal Figgins's e-mail account.

So what's the holdup?
We don't know
his password.

Principal Figgins is an idiot,
something America is chock full of.

What is the most common
password in America?

1-2-3-4?

- We're in.
- Outstanding.

The travel agency
sent an e-mail yesterday...

confirming an itinerary
with a layover in Chicago
before heading on to New York.

Compose an e-mail requesting
a flight that's routed through Tripoli.

Tripoli?
Wait, isn't that in Libya?

The second that plane
touches the tarmac,

they'll be swarmed
by armed militants...

Wait. Are we trying
to have the Glee Club killed?

Or kidnapped and killed.

Panda... make it so.

Someone really woke up on
the wrong side of the bed today.

You have no idea.

Mr. Schuester?

Oh, hey, Becky.
I'm Donna Jackson.
I'm Becky's mom.

I really need
to talk to you.

I wanna be in Glee Club.

Well, that's great, Becky.
Can you sing?

Not really. But neither
can most of the kids
in Glee Club.

- I thought you were having
such a good time in the Cheerios.
- Sue kicked her off.

Becky,
you're off the Cheerios.

I don't want
to see you anymore.
Is that understood?

Did I do something wrong,
Coach?

You heard what I said.
I want your pom-poms on my desk
by the end of the day.

I... I-I don't know
what to say.

Becky's been totally depressed.
She hasn't been eating.

Can I please be
in Glee Club, Mr. Schue?

I just want to belong.

Becky...

we're a week away
from nationals.

I mean, the season
is almost over.

I would love for you
to join next year.

But for now...

I'm afraid there just
isn't a place for you.

Okay.
We understand.

Thank you
for your time.
Yeah.

I hate this school.

You are
a terrible person.

Becky was loyal to you, Sue.
Cheerios gave her
a sense of purpose.

- Then you just rip it away
from her for no reason.
- I'm going to be honest, Will.

I do have a reason.
She reminds me of my sister.

What does that have to do
with anything?
You love your sister.

I do, William,
and she died yesterday.

What?

When we were younger,
people always told me Jean
wouldn't live very long.

Used to be that
people with Down's
didn't live past 30.

But then
she turned 35...

and then 40,

and when she turned 50
I thought somehow...

we might grow old
together.

Last week
she got pneumonia.

Doctor said it wasn't bad.
They put her on antibiotics.

I was there with her.

I wanted
to stay the night,

and she told me
to go home.

At 2:00 a.m.
I got the call that she had
passed away in her sleep.

Sue, I am so sorry.

Would you leave me alone,
please?

To think, two short years ago...

I was marching down this hall to
sign up for Glee Club auditions,
and now look at me.

Look at us. Nationals.
So much has changed.

I didn't have my bangs,
I'd never had a boyfriend,

and I still had
a tiny layer of baby fat.

But there's one thing
that hasn't changed... my dreams.
I'm still going to be a star.

Which means I would kill
to get this solo.

Hey, you haven't signed up
to be the lead vocalist
at nationals.

Santana, Mercedes
and Kurt have.

Hey, you're the male lead
of this group. Everybody
looks to you for guidance.

I don't need nationals
to feel better about myself.

We've been working towards
this moment for two years now.

And I've been busting my ass
to be a better singer
and dancer for two years,

and that Jesse kid comes in
and wipes out all that hard work
in 10 seconds.

My confidence is shot.
No, you're really good.

You have to believe me.

Yeah, I'm... I'm Lima good.

Not New York City good.

Rachel, I'm sorry.
I'm not auditioning.

Wow, Will,
that's a lot of vests.

Um, okay, let's get started.

So, I've got one box
for going with you,

one box for storage
and one box for giving away.

I'm not going away
forever, Emma.

Rehearsals for April's show
start two days after nationals.
Opening night is 3 weeks later.

I'm guessing
we close that night,
then I'm back on a bus,

back to my vest
the next day.

Will you stop with all that?
You're too afraid to admit that
you're leaving, but you are.

That's why you asked me
to help pack up your apartment.

That's why we're going
through your vests.

Do the kids know?

No way. Can't let
anything distract them
from the task at hand.

Besides, by the time
they get back from summer break,
I'll be home.

You are so organized.

Thank you.

Whoa!
That one's a keeper.

I wore this
the first week
of Glee Club.

Mmm. Right.

What about, um...
What about this one?

Did you wear this the first time
you tried the new coffee machine
in the teachers' lounge?

That's the one I was wearing
the first time I met you.

Well, you know what?
You have to let it all go.

You're following
your dreams.

Coach Sylvester?

We brought you
some flowers and stuff.

We're sorry
for your loss.

Put 'em over there
with the rest.

There were more arrangements,
but I had to throw some out.
I'm allergic to pansies.

And I don't mean that
as a swipe
at either of you.

So...

why'd you bother
doing this,

buying me flowers,
comforting me...

after I've actively
made your life
a living hell...

and enjoyed doing it?

We both know what it's like
to lose someone
really close to you.

I sort of do. My dad died
when I was a baby.

Yeah. His dad's dead,
and my mom's dead.

So how do you think you can
help me? Are you here to tell me
how to deal with this?

- Not at all.
- 'Cause if I was being
honest with you,

Eddie Munster
and Herman Munster,

I don't know
how to deal with this.

I can't go back into that nursing home
and start sorting through Jean's things.

And I won't plan a funeral.

Have you told
your mother yet?

As far as I'm concerned,
she said her good-byes
to us years ago.

If you boys would
really like to help me,

you might start by
explaining why it was
her time and not mine.

She's the sweetest person
I ever met.

And as both of you can attest,
I'm probably the meanest.

So how come I'm the one
still standing here
talking to you?

We need to help her.
She's overwhelmed,
and she needs us to help her.

Seriously? I'd like to put
the "fun" back in "funeral"
just as much as the next girl.

But why would the Glee Club
help Coach Sylvester plan a service?

We're not doing it for Sue.
We're doing it for her sister.

Jean is just like us, guys.
She's been an outsider
and an underdog all of her life.

- We, of all people,
should celebrate that.
- Can I say something?

When someone dies,
yes, it's a tragedy.

But it's also a part of life,
and you can't let death
put your life on hold.

Now, I don't mean to be blunt,
but I don't think you should be
planning a funeral...

the same week
you should be focusing on
the set list for nationals.

Seriously?
Y-You're serious?

Actually, yes, I am.

Do you know
what Vocal Adrenaline
is doing right now?

They're in their third week
of 24-hour-a-day rehearsals.

They're on an I.V. Drip.
That's how hard
they're working.

Do you know what happens
in Vocal Adrenaline
if someone dies during a number?

They use them as a prop,
like Weekend at Bernie's.

No.

Thanks for your input, Jesse,
but we're helping Sue
with the service for her sister.

Rachel, you said I needed to be
more of a leader of this club.
Well, here goes.

I'm making the call.
We're doing this.

Sue.
Hold on a second.

Finn and Kurt told me that you
agreed to let the Glee Club help out
with your sister's funeral.

And I... I just wanted to say
that we're honored.

It takes a big person
to reach out like that
and ask for help.

I didn't ask for help.
They volunteered.

And I only agreed on the
condition that Frankenteen
and Lady Trousers...

help me clean out
Jean's room
at the nursing home.

They look like they
could use the exercise,

and I like the idea
of using your Glee Club
as unpaid labor.

Sue, I know you're going through
a hard time right now,
and despite our differences...

I just- I just want you to know
that you can lean on me
if you need to.

Oh, William,
I wouldn't dare
lean on you.

So much grease in your hair,
I'd probably slide right off.

I'm not convinced this is the best idea.
I don't want the kids
to feel like they're losers.

But that's a crucial part
of the process.

I took a class at UCLA
in judging for reality TV shows,

so I'm totally ready
to give feedback that's both
blistering and unhelpful.

It was a really good class.
I learned a lot.

We're ready
for the first contestant.

My name is Santana Lopez,
and I will be singing Amy Winehouse's
"Back to Black."

He left no time
to regret

Kept his lips wet

With his same old safe bet

Me

And my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy

And I tread

A troubled track

My odds are stacked

I go back to black

We only said good-bye
with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go

Back to

Black

I go back to

We only said good-bye
with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go

Back to

Black

Fantastic, Santana.

Thanks so much
for coming in.

That's all you have to say?
You spent the entire performance
scribbling notes.

Well, if you really must know,
I was simply writing down...

that I don't think your performance
went very deep into
the emotional truth of the song.

Oh. Is that so?

- Well, I happen to have
some feedback for you.
- Thanks. That's all we'll need.

- I'm about to go
all Lima Heights.
- Th-Thank you.

Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel,
and I'll be singing
"Some People" from Gypsy.

Ah, great selection, Kurt.
Hit it.

Some people can get a thrill

Knitting sweaters
and sitting still

That's okay

For some people

Who don't know
they're alive

Some people
can thrive and bloom

Living life
in the living room

That's perfect for some people

Of one hundred and five

But I

At least gotta try

When I think of all the sights
that I gotta see

And all the places
I gotta play

All the things
that I gotta be at

Come on, Papa,
what do you say?

Some people
can be content

Playing bingo

And paying rent

That's peachy

For some people

For some

Humdrum people

To be

But some people

Ain't me

I had a dream

A wonderful dream, Papa

Good-bye

To blueberry pie

Good riddance to all the socials
I had to go to

All the lodges
I had to play

All the Shriners I said hello to

Hey, L.A., I'm coming your way

Some people

Sit on their butts

Got the dream, yeah,
but not the guts

That's living

For some people

For some

Humdrum people

I suppose

Well, they can stay and rot

But not Rose

All right.
Good job, buddy.

Kurt, you do know...

that song was
meant to be sung
by a woman, right?

Yes, I'm aware. The Glee Club
dealt with that whole boys
singing songs meant for girls.

- Oh.
- It's kind of old news.

Then you must know
that that song was done
to great fanfare...

by such Broadway legends
as Merman, LuPone, Bernadette.

Those are some awfully big heels
to fill, and I'm just not
quite sure that you nailed it.

Usually, at this point,
the reality show
would go to commercial.

Then we would take a five-minute
break to regroup and get
touch-ups done on our makeup.

So I'm gonna hit
the little boys' room.
You're doing a great job.

I really think that
you should comment more.
Don't be shy.

Jesse St. James
totally Jesse St. Sucks.

He said I shouldn't
be singing girl songs.
I make my living singing girl songs.

I think the winner of four
show choir championships...

might be able to give us all
some valuable insight.

We know you're in love
with him, Rachel, but do you
have to be so obvious?

Don't use the fact that Jesse and I
once had feelings for each other...

as an excuse
for my inevitable win.

Correction. You had feelings for him.
He made breakfast on your head.

Look, Jesse and I
both appreciate the integrity
of show choir too much...

to soil the competition.

He's just gonna vote
for whoever is best.
That would be me.

You can fight over who's second
all you want, because I kicked
that song square in the balls.

- I'm so gonna win this thing.
- No bother warming up, Rachel.

I'm about to go out there
and wrap this thing up
like a Christmas present.

Oh, she may get weary

Them young girls,
they do get wearied

Wearing

That same old shaggy dress

Y eah

But when she gets weary

Try a little

Tenderness

Oh, baby, mmm

You won't regret it, no

Young girls,
they don't forget it

Love is their whole

Happiness,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

But it's all so easy

All you got to do is try

Try a little tenderness

Yeah, all you got
to do is, man

Hold her where you want her,
squeeze her

Don't tease her,
never leave her

Get to her, got to try

Try a little tenderness

Wow!

Oh, yeah

Squeeze her,
don't tease her

Never leave her

Try, try, try, yeah, yeah

Tenderness

Oh, yeah

You got to,
you got to, yeah, yeah

Rub her gentle, man

Don't bruise her, no, no

You got to love her,
tease her, squeeze her, yeah

Try a little tenderness

Whoo! Wow, Mercedes!
Just... Wow!

Seeing you up there brought me
back to the first time
you auditioned for Glee Club.

You were great back then,
but you were just amazing now.

Thank you for singing that,
and thank you for reminding me
where we started.

And where we're going to now:
Nationals.

Thank you, Mr. Schue.
I couldn't have done it
without you.

You're not a star.
You're just a girl
who can really sing.

- Ex-Excuse me?
- I don't think you want this
badly enough, Mercedes.

- How many times
did you practice that song?
- Practice?

No, I feel my material,
and I sing with emotion.

I'm in the moment, Mr. St. James.
I don't need to practice.

Actually, you do.

And how long did you work
on that choreography?
Oh, wait. There was none.

You're lazy, Mercedes.

Not too lazy to come up there
and let you taste my fist!

Whoever gets this solo
is gonna have to work on it
day and night.

Do you think
you're ready for that?
I do.

I don't.

I hate him.

- Hi.

My name is Rachel Berry,
and I'll be singing the most
difficult song I've ever sung.

- Great. What song?
- Barbra's closing number to
my favorite movie, Funny Girl.

Rachel, in your head,
are you singing
to anyone in particular?

Not really.

Oh.

Oh, my man,
I love him so

He'll never know

All my life
is just despair

But I don't care

When he takes me
in his arms

The world

Is bright

All right

What's the difference if I say

I'll go away

When I know I'll come back

On my knees someday?

For whatever my man is

I am his

Forevermore

Oh, my man, I love him so

He'll never know

All my life is just despair

But I don't care

When he takes me
in his arms

The world is bright

All right

What's the difference if I say

I'll go away

When I know I'll come back

On my knees someday?

For whatever my man is

I am his

Forever

More

She may be difficult,
but boy, can she sing.

Bravo!

I have to be honest.

That was brilliant.
I have nothing but the tip of my hat.

- Garbage. This whole thing is rigged.
- Hold on, Santana.

- Like I said before,
I make the final call here.
- Well, then make it.

Out of respect
to you all,

I'm going to take a couple days
and consider all the results.

Now, I will let you all
know by Friday.

Great job, everyone.

We sorted Jean's stuff
into piles.

Over there are some
old magazines and newspapers
that you can just toss out.

This is stuff you're definitely
going to want to keep...
photos and stuffed animals.

And this third pile is
stuff that we don't really
know what to do with. Um...

- Pom-pom.
- Toss it.

- It's not worth anything.
- Are you sure?

Willy Wonka
and the Chocolate Factory.
Oh, I love that movie.

Then you take it.
It's probably worn out.

She watched it
at least three times a week.

- Just toss it all out.
- What?

You heard me.
It's all junk.

I'll take
this stuffed animal.

Jean's had this
since she was six.

Everything else, just toss it out.
I don't need it.

- But there are memories here.
- I'm not short on memories
of my sister, so...

I know what it's like
to lose someone.

When someone dies,
it hurts.

Very astute, Porcelain.

That's a little nugget of wisdom
I'd really like to jot down.

- We're just trying to help.
- You know what, Cottage Cheese?

You're not helping.
You're actually
making things worse.

So do me a favor and take
all this stuff to the Dumpster
on your way to the rehearsal...

for whatever treacly ballad
you're planning on using
to ruin my sister's funeral.

Why did you agree
to this then?

If you hate us so much,
then why are you letting
the Glee Club plan the service?

I was afraid
no one would come.

Jean didn't know
a lot of people.

I figured, with
the Glee Club there at least
she'd have a full house.

Hey, Sue.

You look nice.
Thank you
for coming.

Jean always
stood up for you...

when I told her stories
about how evil
your hair was.

Did anyone come?

It's a full house,
actually.

Workers from the home,
other residents,
their families.

Your sister touched
a lot of people.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What do you think,
Coach Sylvester?

You told us that Willy Wonka
was Jean's favorite movie.

The way you described Jean
made her sound so special,

so we wanted her funeral
to be special also.

Something to capture and express
the joy of her life...

rather than the sadness
of her death.

It's lovely.

Let's sit.

Welcome to
the most unusual funeral...

that I have ever attended.

Which makes sense,
because Jean was
the most unusual person...

that I ever had the pleasure
to spend every Sunday
for the last 30 years with.

I think that Jean's
sister Sue...

would like
to say a few words.

"I miss my sister.

Every night, at 10:00 or so,

she used to call me
on the phone,

and when I asked her why,

she'd tell me
that her body told her...

she wanted to hear my voice."

I'll read it.

"I miss my sister...

the smell of her shampoo,

the way she could
always convince me to
read her another book.

When you love someone
like I loved her,

they're a part of you.

It's like you're attached by
this invisible tether, and no
matter how far away you are...

you can always
feel them.

And now, every time
I reach for that tether...

I know there's no one on
the other end, and I feel like
I'm falling into nothingness.

Then I remember Jean.

I remember a life
led with no enemies,
no resentments, no regrets,

and I'm inspired...

to get up out of bed
and go on.

I miss my sister so much.

It feels like a piece of me
has been ripped off.

Just one more time
I want to hold her.

Ten more seconds.
Is that too much to ask?

For 10 more seconds to hold her?

But I can't...

and I won't,

and the only thing keeping me
from being swallowed whole
by sadness...

is that Jean
would kill me if I did.

So for now...

I'm just gonna miss her.

I love you, Jeanie.

Rest in peace."

This was Jean's
favorite song.

Hold your breath.
Make a wish. Count to three.

Come with me

And you'll be

In a world

Of pure imagination

Take a look

And you'll see

Into your imagination

We'll begin

With a spin

Traveling in the world
of my creation

What we'll see

Will defy

Explanation

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around
and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to change the world

There's nothing to it

There is no

Life I know

To compare

With pure imagination

Living there

You'll be free

If you truly

Wish to be

Thank you.

Sorry.
Long line in the restroom.

Everyone was fixing
their mascara.

Mmm.

You did such a great job
with the funeral.
I'm so proud of you.

Why are you crying?

Because I'm
breaking up with you.

Because of Rachel?

'Cause you still love her?

I shouldn't have
done this with you.

I thought that I could fix
everything from last year, but I...

I can't.

I just can't.
And...

that feeling that Sue
was talking about in there...

of being tethered
to someone, I... I just...

I don't feel that way about you.

But you do with her?

No.

We're not breaking up.

I can handle
your confusion with Rachel
until you get over it.

We're gonna stay together,
and next year we'll be
prom king and queen and...

Just stop it. Okay?
I don't want that life.

Don't you feel
anything anymore?

This is real.
This is happening.

Are you happy now?

Is this me
feeling enough for you?

- Quinn, I'm sorry. I still love you.
- Just don't touch me!

Action.
It was a tough competition,
but here's the dope.

Santana? Too mean.
Kurt? Too controversial.

Mercedes... I said it twice,
and I'll say it again. Lazy B-O-N-E-S.

Rachel is the clear winner.

I'm really not comfortable
having this conversation taped.

Well, I can't practice
reality show judging
without a camera.

It's like practicing skiing
without skis.

I've totally done that.
Okay, turn that thing off.

The off switch is right there.
Yeah, I know how to
turn it off. Thanks.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Jesse, maybe you can
come on Fondue for Two
and judge my cat.

- Rock and roll.
- To be honest, Jesse,
the more we talk about this,

the more uncomfortable
I feel about all of it.

It just feels like I'm
telling one of my children
that they're my favorite.

That's what my parents told me
in front of my siblings.

Some might say that it led to
my brother's whippit addiction
and my sister's bulimia,

but my parents owed them
the truth.

You really think picking Rachel
means we'd beat Vocal Adrenaline?

It's in the bag.

- Coach, can I come in?
- Hello, Becky.

I'm turning in
my pom-poms...

and the megaphone
that you got me.

I'll miss our time together.

I'm gonna stop you
right there, Becky.

Have you ever heard
of menopause?

Well, I fired you
in a hormonal fury
I like to call "womb rage,"

and I apologize.

Now I'd like you to
pick up those pom-poms
and that megaphone.

You know why?
Next year, you're captain
of the Cheerios.

Oh, my gosh!
Thanks, Coach!

- Gotta call my mom!
- Uh, hold it right there.

I'm not finished.
I want you
to give me a hug.

Come here.

That seat taken?
No.

William, I have
to say something.

In the history of our relationship,
I've said many things to you,

but there's one thing
I've never said... good luck.

You know, I spent
all this time hating you
and hating that Glee Club.

I do this thing where
I sort of alternate which one
of those kids I hate the most.

Right now,
it's the dancing Asian.

But after what you did
for my sister, I just
can't do it anymore.

You have something
Jean had...

that I do not have.

A pure heart.

You're a very good friend, William,
and I have not been that to you.

Yeah, you really haven't.
So it's time
for a change.

Starting today,
I will no longer be
going after the Glee Club.

Frankly, I have
bigger fish to fry.

I'm running for the United States
House of Representatives.

I'm... I'm sorry.
What did you say?

In the last year of her life,
Jean faced ballooning
health care costs and...

cuts to her disability payments.

Well, the Sue Sylvester
American Liberty Party...

thinks that's a load of phooey.

There is one slight problem.

In a fit of pique,

I rerouted
the Glee Club's plane
to Libya.

Wait, what?

It took some effort.
It was a long fit of pique.

I had some help.
Panda Express really
came through for me.

- So we're not going to New York?
- I can explain that.

Will, I'm gonna
leave you two alone,

as this just became
superawkward.

These are
first-class tickets
on American Airlines.

How did you
afford them?

Do you know that if you
complain to the airline about
contracting monkey pox...

in the bathroom
on the plane,

you can get the president
of the airline on the phone
within an hour?

But you didn't.
No, of course not.

Have you been
on their planes?
They're immaculate.

No, it turns out that
one of the vice presidents
of American Airlines...

is a big supporter of the arts
or something,

so when I told him
your Glee Club's sob story,

he gladly came up
with the tickets for you guys
to make it happen.

This is amazing, Terri.

Wait.

What's the catch?

I'm moving to Miami.

Sheets 'N' Things is opening
a new branch down there,

and they have asked me
to manage it.

Like, full-on manager?
The assistant title
is officially dropped.

Look, Will, I know
that I made your life...

challenging sometimes,
but...

it was only because
I loved you so much.

I loved you too.
We just weren't right.

No regrets though.
No. Not one.

Just try to relax a little bit
while you're down there, okay?
Oh. Yeah.

I mean, you deserve
to enjoy yourself.
Okay.

Okay.

I'll see you around,
Will.

Hey.
Hey.

Is everything okay
with Terri?

Yeah. Finally.
It is.

Is... Are you wearing
one of my old vests?

Yeah, I didn't have
the heart to throw it away.

Emma,
this isn't forever.
I hope it is.

Really, Will.
You deserve this.

You've given so much
for so long,

and now it's your turn.

But, um,
don't be a stranger, okay?

Thank you.

Jesse?
That's sweet.

You remember
the masculine click
of my designer boots.

Why did you ask me to meet you
right before the list goes up?
Is this good news, or is it bad?

Rachel, I did wrong by you
last year,

and I came back
to make that wrong right.

And I came here to tell you...

that you're going to be
the featured soloist
at nationals in New York.

Wait. How do you know?
Did Mr. Schuester tell you?

Let it suffice to say
that I was very involved
in the decision.

But I-I-I feel bad.
Everyone else
worked so hard.

Now they're just
gonna hate me.

They sort of already do.

And you know as well as I
that sometimes
that's the price of fame.

I used to think that fame
was the only thing
that mattered.

And now I realize
that there's something
that matters to me more.

What?
You.

Come on.
I think the list is posted.

This doesn't make
any sense.

Guys, it was a tough decision,
but it's for the good
of the club.

Although this is
deeply personal, try not
to take it personally.

Um, you guys
might want to read
what the list says.

What? Wh-Why?

Oh, Mr. Schue, thank God
you're here to put these trolls
out of their misery.

Can you just announce my win
so that I can get on
with teasing the losers?

I heard your performance, Santana.
This is mine, and you know it.

See, Jesse? This is the kind
of infighting and "me first"
attitudes I wanted to avoid.

What you call infighting, I call motivation.
And this is just the beginning.

Once we get to nationals,
I'll have them willing to
kill each other for that solo.

No.

I've changed my mind.

We're going back to what
got us here... original songs
sung by the entire club.

We're a team, and we're best
when we work as one.

- You're going to lose.
- Whatever we do,
we're gonna do it together.

Actually, Santana,
you sounded pretty good.

Thanks. You guys were
all pretty dope too.
Even Rachel.

I wish I could sound like you do, Santana.
How do you get that raspiness?

So nice.
I smoke cigars.

Time to get to work.
I want two hit songs by the time
the wheels touch down at JFK.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Hey.

Thanks.
For what?

I know you're hurting right now,
but it's really cool
you didn't quit Glee Club.

If I quit Glee Club,
my big plans for New York
would have been ruined.

What plans?
You'll see.

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