(Haley's voiceover as she's walking through the hallway. We hear her voice close to tears):

"This morning was hard. Honestly, it started like any other day. My mom completely ignored my presence, and my dad attacked me, yelling profanities at me for not emptying the dishwasher. Okay so, I've forgotten twice. He always yells at me over the small things. He even threatened to throw my phone out the window and take away my Glee club privileges. Like I even know what that means. I actually manage to pay for my school costs and my supplies, and everything with help from Burt and Carol. They are really like second parents to me, and have actually been there for me. If that helps explain my close relationship to Finn and Kurt . I don't know what I would do without them."

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Haley sat in the choir room a little zone out, and not feeling her best due to her stress and anxiety level that week.

"Alright, guys, um...Time to start thinking about song selections." Mr. Schue said as he wrote on the white board, moving to reveal that he had written Sectionals on the board.

No one seemed to be as attentive as usual, it was a rather slow week. Clearly he was sick or must've zone out as he heard Santana speak.

"Lookin' good, Puckerman. Someone's been eating their wheaties."

"These guns are fully loaded." Puck responded, with a smirk.

"Mr. Schue?" Rachel was next to speak. "I, for one, think we should use our set list for sectionals to start exploring the oeuvre of one Bernadette Peters."

"Someday, I'm gonna go to Paris and visit the oeuvre." Brittany commented as Haley leaned in towards her. "It's the Louvre, sweetie, not the oeuvre." Haley went on to speak a few sentences out loud in French.

"I just want to dance." Mike sighed.

"Mr. Schuester, are you okay?" asked Mercedes. "You look a little green."

"Um...I think I'm gonna go see the nurse. But first I feel like I should get you guys a sitter."

"Did he really just say that?" asked Haley, rhetorically.

Rachel jumped at her chance to take over the lesson. Walking over to the whiteboard, she erased Sectionals and wrote ME on the board.

"Class, in Mr. Schuester's absence, I'd like to go around and ask everyone what solos they'd like to hear me sing at sectionals." she announced.

This got both Santana and Haley annoyed that Sam and Finn had to hold both of the girls back from going to attack Rachel. "iTu eres loca!" Santana yelled and Haley was quick to disapprove of Rachel as well. "Vous êtes une chienne!" Haley yelled. Rachel stood and screamed in complete horror. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at the girls' sudden angry outbursts.

"Ça va être un cours amusant." Haley mumbled sarcastically, continuing to speak in French.

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Later on, Kurt, Haley and Mercedes were standing in line for food.

"I can't stress it enough. I was shaking." Kurt said to the two of them. "Its either from low blood sugar or simply rage."

"If I must be honest, I knew that Rachel would attempt to take over Glee Club sooner or later." Haley said as she shrugged her shoulders.

"We'll forget all about this during our hangout tonight." Mercedes reassured them as Haley grinned.

Kurt interjected. "I can't,'' he sent them an apologetic look. "Blaine actually asked me to hang out with him." He said. Both girls frowned and turned to look at him.

"Are you two you know, a thing?" Haley asked cautiously, but she was genuinely curious.

"What? No, no. I don't want another Jessie-Rachel traitor situation to occur." He tried to cover up his crush, but the girls could see right through him.

"Come on Kurt, we would genuinely be happy for you." Haley added, hiding the fact that she was a little envious.

"We know how lonely you've been." Mercedes agreed.

Trying to finish the conversation Kurt said. "Alright, we just hang out. Nothing like Glee Club is ever mentioned." He assured them.

Mercedes moved ahead in the line, leaving Kurt and Haley to discuss some things. Just then they saw her filling up on tots. They frowned as they watched her plate continue to be filled with tots.

"I will never understand why she loves them tots...Anyways, we need a substitute for Glee." Haley whispered to Kurt. Who nodded.

"I believe I found one. She's the new Spanish teacher." he said with a wink.

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Finn walked into the choir room to see Puck rubbing butter on the floor. "Dude. What are you doing?"

"Kurt got us a substitute, so I'm buttering the floor." He responded.

"Honestly I don't think that's necessary or mature." Haley added, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, Gigantor." Artie called out to Finn. "We're all gonna swap names, yo." he laughed along with Mercedes, and Tina.

This gave Haley an idea. She tapped Brittany on the shoulder. "Britt check this out." Brittany turned to watch her. Haley sat up and made Brittany's well known emotionless face, and said. "Hi I'm Brittany. I'm trying to get my cat to get rid of his ecstasy problem." Brittany laughed at this, as did the rest of the group.

"That's genius." Brittany responded. Brittany took a turn and impersonated her in return, causing them to laugh.

"Um, did I hear something about a substitute?" Rachel asked walking in, clearly unaware of the buttery floor. She slipped and fell. Haley snickered.

"Yes! It works!" Puck said excitedly.

"Well, at least I didn't fall and break my talent." Rachel said as she got up, and smoothed out her clothing before taking a seat. "I'm fine." There was no response.. Everyone was already in their own groups, too busy to hear her.

They heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor and looked toward the door as they expected the substitute teacher to slip. She surprised them by sliding across the floor.

"Flawless." Haley said, clapping.

"Oh, what the hell?" Artie said, as he widened his eyes in surprise.

"Hola, clase." She smirked. "Nothing says bienvenidos quite like a buttered floor."

"Let's start with some introductions. My name is Holly Holiday. What's yours? Go."

"I'm Finn Hudson." Puck said, pulling Finn's face. "I'm the quarterback of the football team."

"I'm Rachel Berry, his loud, loud girlfriend." Santana added, clearly not bothering with the impersonation.

"I'm Mike Chang." Brittany said.

"Those aren't your names. You know why I know that?" Ms. Holiday said, knowingly.

"You're psychic?" asked Brittany.

"I know this because I recently watched a video of you guys performing at Regionals, where you came in last. Maybe it's because the songs were about 30 years old but..."

"Those songs are classics." Finn said defensively.

:Those songs are amazing." She agreed. "But they sounded like somebody else's favorite songs. Not yours. Just sayin'."

"She speaks the truth." Haley and Brittany said in unison.

"I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill substitute teacher." She smiled, continuing. "I want you guys to do things that you want to do. I want you to have fun in our fabulous fleeting time together. What do you say we have class outside today?"

"It's raining outside." Mercedes said.

"Well, then let's take a field trip to Taco Bell."

Everyone cheered as Brittany smiled. "Yeah!"

"Should we take up some medical-grade marijuana? I wish."

"Okay, no." We can't just goof off all day. WE have to write a set list for sectionals." Rachel said annoyed, but still demanding that they remain in the choir room.

"Someone doesn't want to pick her bitchy ass off the chair and have fun." Haley said loud enough for Rachel to glare at her. Santana smirked.

"You're right. What songs would you like to do?" Ms. Holiday asked.

"Oh. Don't get asked this question much, do we?" She asked teasingly, seeing the shocked and stunned faces.

"Ms. Holiday is right." Kurt said. "Mr. Schuester's setlist sometimes seems like he hasn't listened to the radio since the 80s."

"He never listens to what I have to say. Totally blew off my Cee-Lo idea." Puck shrugged.

"It's a song you want to do, right?" she asked. Puck nodded in response.

At this, she got up and snapped her fingers. "Hit it!"

{FORGET YOU-SUNG BY HOLLY HOLIDAY/NEW DIRECTIONS]

By the time the song was finished, everyone except Rachel, had gotten up and jammed to the music, while singing along.

"Let's go get some tacos!." Ms. Holiday cheered, as the group left the room.

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After the final week's performance of Umbrella/Singing in the Rain, Haley was the only one left in the auditorium. She casually splashed around, not minding the silence. Suddenly she heard the door open. She turned to see Sam approaching her.

"Hey." she wandered over to him.

"Hey.. We haven't talked in awhile." He replied.

"I know, I've- I've been busy." she lied. "Just going through some stuff right now."

"Oh. If you ever need to talk, I'm here." he offered.

She forcefully smiled, feeling her heart break a little knowing that he would probably never like her as more than a friend.

"Thanks, Sam. I really appreciate it." She looked at her feet and away trying to get the tears about to fall. She silently scolded herself for suddenly feeling safe, exposed, and vulnerable. "I--I have to go... she said."

He saw her breaking, and walked after her, gently grabbing her wrist. "Hey are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

She turned to him, wiping her tears away. "Yeah, totally." she said, her voice cracking.

"Clearly, you aren't." He replied, not believing her. He tried to bring her into a hug.

As he was doing so, she suddenly got away, before turning to him. "I'm sorry, I just can't right now." she said, taking off out of the auditorium sobbing, leaving him standing on the stage, wondering what was going on.

"I'm going to make sure I'm there for her more than ever." He said to himself, knowing that she wasn't okay, he wandered off the other direction.

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