of Sue dancing was miles funnier than the video of Rachel falling off stage.

Sue Sylvester dancing to Physical by Oliva Newton-John was a sight that was not on her bucket list to witness that year, though, many things even from even the months previously had not been on a mental bucket list. As Kurt replayed a specific bit of the video, sending the four laughing even more.

Finn soon took the seat beside Dorothea after he walked in, looking at the laptop in front of them. "What's so funny?" The boy asked.

"You aren't watching me fall off stage at my first tiny tots' pageant, are you?!" Rachel gasped, swiftly coming into the room, Jesse hand-in-in barrelling in behind her.

Kurt snickered, "That was carrot-top funny compared to this comedic tour de force."

From beside Rachel, Jesse spoke up, "Olivia Newton-John's 'Physical'. It was a groundbreaking subject matter at the time considering its depiction of fluid sexuality." Jesse informed them, as Finn slightly leaned over Dorothea to see the screen.

"That's not Olivia Newton-John, that's Sue Sylvester!" The tall boy gasped. "Where did you get that?!"

Finn leaned back as Kurt turned around to him, "I can tell you that I did not steal it from her locked file cabinet when she sent me back to her office to get her hormone replacement injection during Cheerios practice." Kurt snorted.

"What on Earth is she doing?" Dorothea giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, her words slightly muffled.

A light bulb popped into Finn's head as he stretched over to grab the laptop from the stool it was propped up on, "I'm posting this on YouTube,"

Dorothea moved his arm away before he could grab it fully, "Sue will torture you, Finn, don't risk yourself to that. She'll kill us all!" She warned as Finn shrugged.

"She deserves it! After everything she's put us through!"

"I'm with Finn," Jesse agreed, nodding at him, "You guys need to be less asses and more badasses."

"Ten bucks it's viral by lunch." Finn took the laptop, turning it up slightly louder as he began uploading it.

***

Dorothea peered away from the man guiltily, though lacking any reason why to have said guilt. From beside her, Tina put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Who did it?" Schuester asked, "This is serious! Principal Figgins is threatening to disband the club."

Santana stopped filing her nails, as she looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, "Why are we playing this game? It was obviously Puck."

"Back off! I didn't do squat." Puck scoffed, flinching back.

Dorothea bit her lip, "Then why is Quinn, who we all know you were into since you did knock her up, first on the Glist?"

"And, isn't she your girlfriend?" Tina asked, twisting to look at Puck.

Dorothea ignored the pang in her chest along with the low though gradually building hunger pains, as she focused her attention back onto the Glist, and nothing but the Glist.

Puck turned around to Dorothea, looking from the third row, "Yeah? And why would you be fifth? You're kinda smokin' depending on the day but I'd obviously not be into you." Puck turned his attention to Tina, "I wouldn't put Quinn first, you goth, as far as I know, I'm number one,"

"Okay, enough!" Schuester shouted, flailing his arms up. "No one is excusing anybody! But seriously, Puck, did you do it?"

"I didn't do it! I'm a delinquent, for sure, I like setting stuff on fire and beating up people I don't know, but I own that! I'm not a liar, though, I didn't make that list."

Schuester sighed heavily, as he set the list down on the piano, "Alright, here's the important point, between this and posting Coach Sylvester's personal video on YouTube, you guys are getting a pretty bad reputation."

"Is that really a bad thing?" Artie meekly asked, "Maybe if we seem more dangerous people will stop flushing my glasses down the toilet?"

"Look, I know things are hard right now, you're under a lot of stress and pressure with regionals coming up, and winning sectionals hasn't had the most positive effect on your popularity of which you thought it would, but becoming what you despise is not the solution." Schuester told them, as he lifted a stack of sheet music and handed it out to the club.

Dorothea frowned as she received her copy, Ice Ice Baby, showing Tina beside her, "Sir, are you sure you should be singing this with us? It doesn't seem that appropriate."

"Man, this song is wack!" Mercedes groaned.

Schuester somberly, though quickly, spun round to face Mercedes, as he went on a tangent, putting them in misery before the terrible song even started. "No, Mercedes. It's a terrific song on a long list of top hits that because of time or bad press has become a joke, and, like you guys, it's time to rehabilitate its bad reputation. The assignment for the week is to find songs like this, and mine them for what works! Then, make them great again, then hopefully this musical lesson can apply to your own lives."

"This song should be arrested for the crimes of sucking." Jesse firmly told them, throwing his arm around Rachel, and stifling a giggle from most of the club.

"You wanna bet?" Schuester challenged, "Hit it!"

Schuester performed Ice Ice, Baby, and the only semi-fun bit was whenever the Glee club was called up to dance, and by Dorothea's standards, the club was miles better than Schuester himself.

***

Kurt gathered up the members who didn't make the list & Dorothea was by the piano, taking the list from where it lay since Schuester abandoned it. "Fellow Glee clubbers," Kurt spoke, "I called this meeting because are free-falling reps reached terminal velocity. We are at DEFCON 1."

"Were such zeroes they didn't even bother putting us on the Glist," Mercedes murmured, turning Dorothea. "But how were you up there?"

The brunette looked over at Mercedes, not fidgeting with the Glist on the table. "I don't know." She mumbled, "Maybe it's because I'm a Cheerio?" Dorothea suggested, swaying on her feet idly.

"Hm. Well, what does a C-lister do when their tiny star is about to fall off Perez Hilton's radar screen?" Kurt questioned, to overbearing silence from the rest of the club. "Well — they cause a scandal so big that they can no longer be ignored."

Artie raised his hand slowly, "Uhm, excuse me. Why is Brittany here?"

Brittany was staring ahead of her, though her sight seemed to lead her to nowhere. "I've been here since the first period. I had a cold. Then, I took all my antibiotics at the same time, and now... I can't remember how to leave... But, I also don't know how I was only fourth on the Glist. I've made out with like... everybody in this school, girls, boys, Mr Kidney the janitor, I need to do something to get into the top three..." Brittany sighed longingly, her sight still straight ahead of her.

"Fine, you're in," Kurt puffed out.

"In what? We don't have a plan," Mercedes told Kurt as he tutted.

"What is the worst thing a student could do at this school?" Kurt asked them, studying their facial expressions.

A light bulb popped into Dorothea's head, "Being distruptful in the library?" She queried, Kurt snapped his fingers in her direction.

"Dorothea, you prove to be the smartest yet again. Being disruptive in the library, and I'm not talking about trying to check out a reference book. Uh-uh. Im talking full-on chaos, including getting your Glee on in the stacks."

Dorothea gasped, as Artie mumbled a simple word.

"Genius."

***

The outfit was ridiculous.

If you put all of the people engaging in the stunt beside each other, you'd get a rainbow, or if you think in another way, a bunch of clowns as of how ridiculous they looked.

Finding out about this, Sue Sylvester would either not care at all or kick her off the Cheerios in shame. The latter was the better option.

Mercedes glanced through the library, peering through the bookshelves, which were collecting dust. "Looks like we got a full house, y'all."

"If I get kicked out of the library or banned — if that's possible, I will be suing you, Kurt." Dorothea sternly told the boy, as he nodded.

Artie wheeled over to them, "I'm kind of getting cold feet here."

"Can you even feel your feet?" Brittany asked, honestly, standing behind the boy.

"Shh!" The librarian bit at the group, her finger up to her lips.

Kurt sent the librarian a piercing glare, as he huddled them, "Listen up, team. If we pull this off, we will be legends at this school!" He said, hushed, "We'll rocket up the Glist, we'll be top six, easy. Artie, pump up the jam, it's about to go down."

They performed the song U Can't Touch This, and the further the song went on, gathering more people's attention, Dorothea felt miles more embarrassed, sticking by either Tina or Brittany for most of the number.

The librarian's previously horrified expression turned into joy as she clapped gently, "That was very cute!"

Tina's jaw dropped from beside Dorothea, "Cute?" She asked, horrified.

"I am gonna talk to my pastor and see if I can get you kids to perform that for our Sunday service!" The librarian told them before she waddled off towards the phone on the desk.

"You have got to be kidding me." Kurt deadpanned.

***

"Did you make the Glist?!"

"No."

Sitting with her arms crossed firmly, glaring Schuester in his eyes as he slammed his fists down on the table. "Stop lying! Did you do it?!" He yelled.

Dorothea flinched back, avoiding being in trouble was an active hobby for her, prioritising it so nothing went on her permanent record. "Stop yelling at me! I'm an innocent child here."

"Dorothea. I just need to know who did it."

The brunette frowned at the man, giving him an extra dramatic sigh as she replied, "I can't go and analyse all of their brains and figure out who did it, you're the adult here. Go do your job, no offence, sir. Your interrogation method is so stereotypical, plus, if I did make the Glist, I wouldn't have put myself at five. So if you shout at me again, I will be telling my dad, and I will be pressing charges."

Schuester furrowed the eyebrows on his face, which more resembled squirrels, "What would you even press charges about?"

"Emotional distress. I'm practically a child, I can't handle being shouted at."

Schuester fell back into his 80s supervillain-esque, brown, leather chair. "Right." As the bell overpowered his voice. The girl left the office, meeting up with the rest of the people determined to get at least on the Glist.

"We're as menacing as muppet babies. Which means our squeaky clean reputations are still very much intact." Kurt told them, standing in front of the others.

"We have to do something we've been dreading, something more terrifying than Rachel's personality." Artie grumbled, solemnly meeting Kurt's eye. "We have to go to Sylvester and admit that we posted the video."

Tina's eyes darted nervously from left to right, "but we'll get suspended?"

"I'm not getting suspended. I tried to stop Finn. Won't it go on our permanent records? My dad will literally burn me at the stake like Im some sort of witch! He barely talks to me as it is," Dorothea scoffed, crossing her arms.

Kurt met her eyes firmly, "Stop thinking about yourself. It'll be worth it, for all of us. Finally, the entire student body will see us... as badasses."

***

Dorothea was clutching Tina's hand so tight it must've lost circulation by then. "If she hits you, don't scream like a woman," Artie advised a staggered Kurt, his eyes widened far more open than usual.

"You're so brave, Kurt," Mercedes told him.

He refused to look up at her, focused on Artie still, "I know."

"Oh my God," Mercedes muttered.

Kurt shot up, his expression not moving, and still refusing to properly blink. He stiffly walked over to where Sue was approaching, his posture more resembling a ruler. The group leaned over trying to listen in more intently, as Kurt was thanked.

The six made their way to an empty classroom, and Kurt took out the same laptop the video was posted from. "Why wasn't she mad?" Dorothea questioned, as Kurt quickly searched up the original Physical video.

"Maybe the comments have gotten so mean that people have started feeling sorry for her?" Tina suggested from behind her, peering at the laptop. "She's finally getting some sympathy and so is in a forgiving mood..?"

"Take a look at this," Kurt told them, pressing play on the video link.

A properly produced video came on, as the one and only Olivia Newton-John appeared on the screen, singing alongside Sue. Dorothea was shell-shocked, but yes, it was iconic.

***

Watching Rachel's Run Joey Run video, her shock grew as Rachel's love interest switched after every few lyrics. By the end, her hand was cupped over her mouth.

"Oh my God," Dorothea muttered in deafening silence to a stunned Artie. The boy nodded quickly, as Rachel was the only one clapping for her video.

Rachel stood in front of the projector after the video was finished. "Well, why don't we just take a moment to absorb what we just watched?" She queried.

"This is garbage!" Finn yelled.

"Finn—" Schuester warned, passing him a stern look.

"—No! He's first. First of all, I need to trust my instincts more, 'cause I had a feeling when we were shooting that it wouldn't be good!" Puck told Rachel, as her expression deflated, her mouth forming a stiff line as Jesse took his turn to shout at Rachel.

"Why didn't you tell me they were in this too?!" Jesse shouted, his arm extended to point at Finn and Puck, "I thought you and I were going out! Being triple cast with two other guys to play opposite your girlfriend?! It's mortifying!"

"It was an artistic statement!" Rachel justified.

"No, it wasn't. It was you trying to be cool and act like you had guys fighting over you so you'd stop looking like such an outcast and be seen as some hot, slutty girl singer!" Finn called her out, as he stood up, charging over. "How could you do this to me?" He meekly asked, his whispers not effective. "To all of us guys. Is your stupid reputation more important than your relationships?"

Finn stormed out. Though, leaving every chair intact on his way out. Jesse followed suit, his shoes clicking as he left, as Puck went out the other door.

Dorothea nearly let out a laugh at it.

***

It dawned on her, as she was nearly shoved into a locker at least two times, despite the cheerleading uniform that was meant to serve as a Sue Sylvester-shaped bulletproof protection, she wasn't on the Glist because she had any form of popularity.

As Dorothea made her way through the corridors, she found her, she watched as Schuester called Quinn into the choir room. She lurked outside the choir room, waiting for a second to speak to the blonde.

After a while, as Figgins quickly entered the room and then soon left, Schuester left the choir room soon after.

As he left, Schuester nodded at the brunette, as she entered the choir room. "Quinn." She said, going over to the girl.

"Dorothea."

The brunette took in a deep breath, fidgeting with a tiny scrap piece of paper in her pocket, trying to put off the shaking of her hands. "I know you made the Glist," Dorothea firmly told her, not meeting her eye.

"You're right. I did," Quinn admitted, her breath shaky, the silence overtaking, aligning with the tension between the two.

"At least you're honest... Why would you make that, Q?" the brunette asked, leaning back & forward on her heels, swaying.

Quinn sat down on the piano bench, moving swiftly and quietly, "Sit?" Quinn insisted.

"I'd rather not."

The blonde's mouth formed into a tight line, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Okay." Quinn pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "I don't have anything going for me because of this child. You don't understand, Thea."

"Don't call me that." She bit, "You have a lot going for you Quinn. You have actual loyal friends, a group of people that have and will support you, you're beautiful, that gives you a hand up in life, after you give that child a good home with a loving family, you can get everything back, you're... amazing," She was gnawing internally, not thinking before she said the words, "A boyfriend who is dedicated to bullying people and occasionally you."

Quinn scoffed, "Dorothea, you're being mean. Puck's nice enough to me."

She couldn't help but laugh, "Are you sure? Quinn, you can do so, so, so much better. You're so much better than him."

"We're friends, just friends. Don't talk as if you're jealous, I want my old life back. I'm trying my best."

"If you know what you're doing Quinn, then I trust you. I just... I still care about you, Quinn," Dorothea admitted, taking a step back from Quinn.

The blonde stood up, going over to her. Quinn 'attempted to hug the brunette, as Dorothea stiffened up. Biting down harshly on her lower lip, Dorothea pushed her back. "Don't. Please. I don't want anything that can count as romantic with you."

The blonde nodded. "Okay." She dishearteningly said, "Just... will we ever be properly okay?"

"Yes."