sat bewildered about what would happen with Sue having control of the club she obviously despised. She felt a presence sit beside her in a plaid skirt and seemingly ugly sweater. "I don't think you should be nervous about what Sue will do." Rachel turned to the girl.

Dorothea frowned, "I can't dictate my emotions like you dictate this club."

"Why are you so against me?"

"Hardly, Rachel," Dorothea said as she left Rachel sitting in the front row of chairs, making her way over to where Tina and Mercedes were.

"Ladies' choice. Heads." Sue chose as she flipped a conveniently placed coin from the piano.

Catching the coin, Schuester looked everlastingly disappointed as he bit his lip. "Heads."

"Awesome," Sue smirked, "All right! The following students have been selected for a special, elite Glee Club called Sue's kids."

Schuester interrupted Sue before she could dictate to her members, "Hold on, we agreed not to split up the group!"

Sue ignored the man, "Aw, come on, Will. Give me a chance to do things Sue Sylvester's way. Maybe my proven leadership abilities can help this pathetic group of mouth breathers places at sectionals."

"We can't even compete at sectionals if we divide up the club, Sue. It's against the rules."

"Really? You need to crack open a book, William. Here." She tossed a book to Schuester, aiming toward his face. "I have Show Choir Rule Book. Page 25. Provision 14. Second addendum. 'Twelve members must perform for each team, however, not all members must perform every song.'"

"Fine," Schuester sighed, "Just go ahead, take all the football players and your cheerios,"

Sue's face screamed triumphantly, "All right, everybody. Listen up! When you hear your name called, cross over to my side of this black, shiny thing."

"That's called a piano, Sue," Schue muttered.

"Santana! Wheels! Gay kid! Come on, move it!" Sue screamed as they crossed over to her in a panic "Asian! Other Asian! Aretha! And Shaft."

Dorothea frowned as all of her friends were moved away from her. She groaned internally as she realized she would be left with Rachel. She walked over beside Finn.

Finn grinned at her. "See Will?" Sue said, making her way beside her students, "I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the need of minority students."

"You have got to be kidding me?!" Schue shot up, in a hushed & shocked tone.

"I wouldn't kid about this, Will. And maybe that's your problem. Bigotry is no laughing matter."

Santana made her way to beside Sue, "and that's how Sue C's it." She made a C shape with her hand as Sue spun around towards her.

"Outstanding."

***

Quinn was alone with Dorothea in the choir room. Quinn's face screamed fury as her furrowed eyebrows and stiff posture were evident. "Thea. Wanna know what that dick Finn Hudson said to me?"

"What did he say? Idiotic like usual?"

"He wanted me to be 'more like Rachel'. What kind of person is he?!" The blonde scoffed as Dorothea sat beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder, confused about how to comfort Quinn.

"He's wrong. You become like Rachel and I'm cutting you off more quickly than Rachel can claim another solo."

"You wouldn't dare." Quinn teased, her mood still clearly negative.

Dorothea was finally the one so far to take the leap, closing the gap between her and Quinn, and kissing her softly. Cupping her delicate cheek with her hand, as Quinn leaned in closer.

Pulling apart as two voices were heard in the hallway, Dorothea couldnt manage to pull herself out from Quinn's diaphanous gaze. She was only out of her grip.

Finn stood like a rectangle, arms by his side in the door frame. "Uh... what;s going on here?"

Quinn looked over at Finn, cauldering up a half-assed excuse that he would believe. "Giving her the lipstick I bought the other day, looked dreadful on me. Suited her better."

Finn shrugged heavily as Puck followed in behind him. The rest of the club entered a little later, person by person.

The club was back together before regrouping to go back to Sue's Kids performing a quick snippet of Ride With Me, and they were all on the same page for once for a performance.

Dorothea sat in the silent choir room after the rest of the acctual interesting people of the club left. The awkward tension was at a high. Quinn broke it. "Rachel, you may not steal every single solo here."

"As if I do that." Rachel bit back to her.

"You do." Dorothea rolled her eyes as Schue walked in, his face was covered in disappointment watch Sue's Kids leave.

"We don't have the band or anything right now, but, I think we could sing No Air for sectionals-"

Dorothea scoffed, "and what? Let Finn and Rachel take lead as we all simply sway in the background like mumbling idiots?"

"I'm not an idiot. I know that the moon is made of cheese, only an idiot wouldn't know that." Brittany replied as Quinn shook her head and looked away from Brittany.

"We should do a group number. It's the obvious choice. So much for togetherness," Quinn spoke up, going beside Dorothea and raising her eyebrows at the brunette girl.

"I for one-" Rachel began as Puck grumbled. "Oh my Jewish-God be quiet, I wanna hear more people not just you."

Schuester sighed, disappointed, "We're doing No Air and I dont want any judgements."

Dorothea stood beside Quinn, as the blonde gave Rachel a death glare. "She may shut the fuck up." Quinn said to the girl.

No Air was alright. They finished practicing it in the auditorium, as Quinn shoved Finn and Rachel apart.

"Excuse me! What about us? You expect us to just sway back here like props!"

Schuester just shook his head, again. "You will all get your opportunity,"

Dorothea looked over to her left as Brittany made a judgemental face to Schuester. Dorothea went beside the left wing to grab her bag, the other's excluding Finn and Rachel doing the same.

"I think Sue's right. He clearly doesnt like minorities." Quinn said, walking off, as Dorothea glanced around to Puck and Brittany, who were obviously as bewildered as she was.

***

Sue Sylvester wanted to talk to Dorothea, Puck and Brittany. Alone.

"Can you imagine in this day and age being discriminated against?" Sue began in a somber tone. "My goodness. The pain you must be feeling." The woman turned to Puck, "so your last names Puckerman?"

"Shalom." The mohawked boy replied as Sue shrugged, "who knew?"

"The poor, poor French girl." Sue turned to Dorothea. "For being European, must feel like the English are gonna come and snatch your head right off of you. Schuester would have a re-French revolution to get those non-greasy, luscious locks of hair right off of you."

"Schuester seems like he would be English in the most offensive and derogatory way I can put that." The girl replied, as Sue simply nodded.

"And poor, sweet Brittany." Sue lifted a dumbbell ironically right before talking to Brittany. "I know the Dutch are famous for being cold people, but that's no excuse to be treating you like a half-priced hooker in Amsterdam's famous Red Light District."

"Well, all I can say is, if you're serious about leaving Schuester, Sue Sylvester's rainbow tent will gladly protect you from his storm of racism."

***

She was back for another time, strangely, that month, having dinner with her obnoxious father.

"Next week I want you to meet my girlfriend," He said, halfway through chewing a slabber of roast beef.

The girl stared down at the lumps of bland mashed potatoes. "What about the last one? What was her name? Louise?"

The older man shook his head, "Her name was Leanne."

Dorothea scrunched up her nose, "wanna know what appals me? Your gold-digging, ratty extension's wearing ex had my middle name as her first name. But, obviously, you're not that interested in mine or your other two kids' lives, not counting the most likely illegitimate ones you have."

"Enough of that behaviour, you are too much like your moth-"

"Don't you even finish that sentence."

He looked at her, fury beaming at her. "You're meeting her next week, and that's final."

***

Throughout the confusion of even being in Sue's Kids, Tina saved a seat beside her in the auditorium, even though she had to be left of Sue's irksome orange and white shoes. It was more preferable than beside Puckerman, though.

"We would just like to say, though we find ourselves on opposite sides, we hope you enjoy our number and we look forward to seeing-" Rachel said through the low-quality micro, though her voice probably didnt need it, as it would beam through the auditorium if she raised it slightly.

"Get on with it!" Sue yelled at the diva, turning everyone's attention to her. "Enough with the jibber-jabber, sing something!"

"Sue," Schuester began tiredly, "you cant talk to kid's that way."

Sue covered her mouth sarcastically with her palm, as Dorothea turned to Tina snickering.

Rachel began to sing, "tell me how im supposed to breathe with no air-"

Sue clicked her fingers, "That's it. Come on everybody, get up, she had her chance!"

Finn walked forward, "Im sorry? Is there a fire?" He said, sticking up for his illicit affair.

Sue just scoffed, "No. And that's the point. There is no fire." She stated obviously, over pronouncing the is. Schuester slammed down his pen onto his clipboard.

Sue casually walked down the stairs to where Schuester sat. "You know, it's sad enough that me Sue's kids are living in squalor and probably on food stamps,"

"My dad's a dentist," Mercedes confusedly said.

"Mines the literal state's attorney," Dorothea added.

The blonde woman ignored the two girls, "but to drag them and bore them to death? I won't stand for it. Come on kids, out! We're going for Coneys. My treat."

Schuester slammed his slipboard down aggressively, the unattached pen going flying. "All right, that's it!" He screamed.

"Really?" Sue said, jeeringly at him.

Mr Schue stood up. "You know, Sue? Youve been pretty honest about your feelings for me, so let me return the favour." He walked over towards the woman. "You're rude, Sue. You have no class, you are a terrible teacher!"

"I'll let you know, I have my PhD."

"You got it online, Sue!"

"You are a failed performer, Will!" She pointed at him. "You weren't good enough to make it in the real world, you're not even good enough to run this stupid little club that nobody cares about! Time after time, Will, you fail!"

Schuester got closer to her face, "You spend every waking moment of your life figuring out ways to terrify children to make you feel better about yourself, and that youre probably going to spend the rest of your life alone!"

Dorothea felt Mercedes' comforting hand on her shoulder, though it felt fizzling as her frozen body watched everything go down.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Sue screamed as Schuester got even inhumanely closer. Sexual tension was off of the table, and it was just tension.

"Dont you even-"

"Dont point your finger!-"

Their arguing increased, the club either sat or stood shocked as somebody finally came to the heroic rescue against these two immature adults who acted like inconcistant children.

"Enough!" Finn managed to yell ontop of them. "Im sorry, Mr Schue, Miss Sylvester, but if we wanted to hear mom and dad fight, those of us who still have two parents would just stay home,"

Mercedes continued, coming as a saviour as usual, "I agree. Glee Club is supposed to be fun. And furthermore, I dont like this 'minority' business, I may be a strong, proud black woman, but im a lot more than that! Im out."

"Me too." Tina got up.

"Relatable." Dorothea shot up beside the goth as they made their way out of the rows of seats.

Rachel stood beside Finn, crossing her arms, "Fellow Glee Clubbers! It would be an honour to show you how a real storm out is done. I encourage you to follow my lead." Rachel stormed out furiously.

The club did for once, everyone leaving.

***

It was Friday before Glee Club as Dorothea's locker shut with a bang, definetely contracting atleast half of the school's attention to her.

"What the fuck is going on between you and Quinn? Because she's not into you. She's pregnant and with Finn if you're not too stupid to tell." Puckerman threatened in a hushed tone.

"Nothing is going on between me and Quinn." She replied, a pinching feeling in her heart as she sighed. "You should be worried about spreading an STD through the myriad of girls you sleep with rather than mine or Quinn's love life."

"You close that mouth of yours before you're next in line for dumpster diving, you and Hummel can share the gay in there."

"You may move you're greasy face away from me before I kick you so hard in the dick you'll be able to find your balls."

"You have it coming. You cant sleep with anybody so you have to harass the straight cheer captain. She's either mine or Finn's, back the fuck off."

"Stop trying to act so possesive, just because your mother clearly wanted never to possess such a demon for a child doesnt mean you have the right to have some sort of creepy ownership over Quinn. There's a reason why you're fatherless and it's pretty clear to me," The girl finished before walking off as quickly as she could, making her way to Tina who was talking with Artie.

"Noah Puckerman is such a massive twat it's unbelivable." She groaned, looking back to her locker, making sure he wasnt stalking her like some predator and prey scenario.

Tina scrunched up her face, "i-isnt that usual?"

Tina closed her bottom locker with her foot, as the trio walked to Glee to close off their academic day. "Puck's the least decent a person could get," Artie shrugged, "We're all used to it."

Dorothea simply sighed as she continued with her friends to the choir room, trying to not get shoved in the hallways.

The trio were the last to get to the choir room, except Schue who was never on time. Eventually, he did show up as he tried to have some giant and impactful speech. Puck though, didn't show up.

"Sue was right to shine the fact that you're minorities. You're all minorities because you're in the Glee Club."

Dorothea could see from the side of her eye Mercedes mouth drop open, as most others were completely confused.

"Now, there are only 12 of you. And all you have are each other. So it doesnt matter that Rachel is Jewish. Or that Finn is-"

"-Unable to tell my rights from my lefts," He joked, stifling a laugh from the club.

"Or that Santana is Latina. Or that Quinn is-"

"-Pregnant." Sue finished off. Quinn's face dropped as the room turned to silence that even Rachel didnt break. "Sorry, Q. It'll be all over the blogosphere by this afternoon. Now, everybody knows. Including me." Sue left the room after that.

***

Dorothea was leaving the side doors, passing by Quinn's locker, who was huddled in Finn's embrace. The brunette made eye contact with Rachel who saw the pair. Dorothea tried her best to smile at the heartbroken Rachel.

She left the building, passing by the multitude of people getting into cars, as she felt a tug on her shoulder passing by the dumpsters.

"Said it would happen, didnt I?" Puck said as she was viciously grabbed by him and some other football player and thrown in like a ragdoll without a regard for her as a being.

Her body felt like hell, but her nose was throbbing at the smell of the trash, which drowned the cackles of the jocks.

They eventually fucked off as she was able to shamefully climb out.

"Are you okay?" Kurt surprisingly ran over.

"I uhm yeah." She ignored anything else he said as she felt as if the world could see her and was cackling at her.

She fucking hated this school.

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