appeared miserable.

Her solemn facial expressions, and her usual gothic & unique clothes had seemingly disappeared. Tugging her hands into her pockets, avoiding the gazes of peers who would usually have gossiped and whispered over her appearance never paid her a second thought.

As Tina walked over to her, evading looking at her, Dorothea nearly gasped. "What are you wearing?" She asked.

"Don't talk about it. Please." Tina pleaded, "Can we just go to Glee?"

Dorothea bit her lip hesitantly, before she sighed, "All I'm saying is I thought you looked good as a goth, it totally suited you! Not that this doesn't suit you — you look great no matter what Tina, you can pull off anything! Being goth was your thing, yknow!—"

"I get what you mean, don't worry, Thea," Tina awkwardly petted her head as she groaned and leaned it against the grimy locker.

"I sound like an idiot."

Tina weakly laughed, "No. You just remind me of a nicer Finn." Tina surveyed people in the hallway, "I feel like I'm being stared at. Please, can we just go to Glee now?" She pleaded.

"Of course, let's go," Dorothea took her by the hand, leading her off and away down the hallway, her only goal at that moment was to get to the choir room without Tina feeling more in despair.

***

The brunette sat beside Tina, as the club surrounding them peered over at Tina's unwanted "new look."

"This so isn't you," Finn flatly told Tina, as he stared at her.

Tina groaned, "I feel like an Asian Branch Davidian."

Schuester sat in front of the club, sitting on a stool as he watched Tina in despair, constantly glancing at her outfit & tugging on the sleeves. "Arent there any other looks for you to try?" He unhelpfully suggested.

"I will let you raid my wardrobe?" Dorothea asked, crossing her arms.

"Biker chick?" Santana asked. Tina responded with a thumbs down, which Santana definitely wouldn't have been able to spot from where she sat.

"Cowgirl?" Asked Finn.

Mercedes suggested the next style, "Hood rat."

Quinn leaned over, "Computer programmer?" She cheerfully imputed.

Brittany twirled a strand of her hair with her finger, "Cross-country skier?"

"Catholic schoolgirl," Puckerman added.

Brittany moved on to playing around with one of her earrings, "A happy meal, no onions. Or a chicken."

Tina let out an exasperated sigh, giving them all a gigantic thumbs down. "Look, I appreciate it, guys, but it just isn't me. I know who I am and I'm not allowed to show it, it's like communism!" Dorothea rubbed a hand on Tina's shoulder.

"If you want, I can try and get money from my dad and start a 'Tina revival' type of thing to try and get you a new style?" Dorothea asked as Tina shook her head.

"Don't... I'd never find a way to repay you," Tina responded, as Rachel barged into the choir room, her hair bouncing as she stampeded in.

Her presence demanded the club's attention, "Guys, we have a serious problem. You know how I've been doing some deep background on Vocal Adrenaline?"

Dorothea shared a confused look with Artie, "Isn't that against the rules?" He pondered, as Rachel shook off his concern.

"I hope not. What I figured out, I rooted through the dumpsters behind the Carmel High auditorium and I found eighteen empty boxes of Christmas lights!" Rachel panicked told them, her tone screaming in despair, as Kurt and many other members of the club shared equally panicked looks. "This lead me to Joelle fabrics, I asked them about red Chantilly lace, and they were sold out!"

Kurt clutched onto the sides of his chair, "They're doing Gaga."

"It's over!" Mercedes gasped, tipping her hat.

"We should have guessed it! They're going for full-out theatricality!" Kurt told them, "They knew it was the easiest way to beat us!"

Puckerman scoffed, "What's up with this Gaga dude? He dresses weirdly, right? Like Bowie?"

Dorothea snapped around to face him, "Leave David Bowie alone. You butcher his name by even saying it," She bit at Puckerman. "Plus, I know you've never felt the touch of a woman, but Lady Gaga is a woman."

"You may shut your mouth, or I swear—"

Quinn caught Dorothea's eye, "Puck. Leave her alone," Quinn softly, though firm, told him, as he rolled his eyes and shut up.

"It makes sense that Vocal Adrenaline would pay homage... it's a brilliant move. She's perfect for them." Artie informed a bewildered Schuester, as he sat observing whatever was going on in the club.

Unlike him and his ex-wife, something finally clicked in Schuester's head: "Hold on. We might be able to kill two birds with one stone. We can help Tina find a new look, and find a competitive number for regionals. This week, your assignment... Gaga."

***

"Little monsters, take a bow!"

Despite feeling ridiculous in the Gaga outfit, a homemade version of Gaga's dress from the A Star is Born premiere, Dorothea ignored the dizzy feeling from when she stood up too fast, flicking her hair from where it lay on her shoulders to the back, not sure on what to do so copying Tina with the 'rawr' hands.

Schuester & the boys who didn't take part clapped for them, as Schue chuckled and signalled for them to sit down. "Ladies, Kurt, I am really, really impressed. Do you know what the best part is? Each one of your costumes shows a different aspect of your personalities," Schuester praised.

"Wait... where's Rachel?" Puckerman asked, scanning around the club for the Diva, "I only noticed cause five minutes have gone by without her saying something completely obnoxious,"

Dorothea leaned over to Tina, whispering to her, trying to avoid touching the fragile bubbles on her dress, "Awk, look at him using big words, so proud!" She sarcastically whispered.

Tina giggled quietly, before playfully pushing her away. "Rachel kind of got some intense news yesterday," Mercedes told the club, as she looked at Quinn to carry on.

"We were spying on Vocal Adrenaline—"

"Guys, that's not fair!" Schuester exclaimed, "You have to stop doing that! But uh... what'd you find out?" He invasively wondered, checking the doors for any signs that Rachel lurked around.

"Okay, y'all ready for it..? Miss Corcoran, their coach, she's Rachel's mom!" Mercedes told them.

Dorothea urged herself not to say anything or start anything, though, would she want the rest of the club finding out about something private like that? She'd made up her mind. "Why on Earth would you tell us? That's Rachel's business to tell us, not you," Dorothea scoffed at Mercedes.

"We all deserve to know, it's good for the club! She'd tell us anyways," Mercedes sniped back.

"Yeah, she'd tell us in her own time. Are you 100% sure Rachel would want us to know right now..?"

Speak of the Devil, Rachel shuffled in. Her dress ridiculously has stuffed animals plastered over it as an attempt of recreating Gaga's Kermit dress. The poor stuffed animals clinging to within an inch of their lives like Mufasa in the Lion King, as Rachel stood in front of the club. "Thank you, for jumping to my defence even though I think we've mutually established that we don't like each other, Dorothea. I think I like it better than Mercedes told them, though." Rachel took a look around at the members, "I'm still processing the news, but, I can confirm I will be staying at McKinley, but my dads are having to move my therapist to our spare room later this afternoon."

"You look terrible. I look awesome," Brittany commented, as Santana laughed beside her.

Mercedes squinted looking at Rachel, who in true Rachel fashion, placed her hands on her hips, "I think it's the Kermit the frog look..?" Like that, a frog fell off the dress and flew away from Rachel.

"And we have a jumper!" Kurt exclaimed, watching the stuffed frog on the floor.

"My dads can't sew so these are just stapled on," Rachel told the club.

"Guys!" Schuester collected the clubs' attention, "Why don't we worry about this later and try to focus on the song?"

As Schuster placed a hand on Rachel's arm, she beamed, "Couldn't agree more! Hit it!"

In true Gaga fashion, the ones in Glee club who were dressed up in Gaga attire out a performance of Bad Romance in the auditorium, as the guys watched in the seats, and shockingly clapped afterwards, Schuester being the most enthusiastic.

***

"Sorry, I'm late! My mom made it!" Rachel told them the next day, as she walked into the auditorium, giving them a twirl. Her outfit was jaw-dropping, despite their performance being over.

The glee girls and Kurt practically sang Rachel praises over the outfit.

"Lima Ohio, are you ready to rock & roll?!" Artie's voice boomed, as the boys, excluding Kurt, started their performance of Shout It Out Loud. They all dressed up as different Kiss members, the quality outstanding, the outfits jaw-dropping and even wearing makeup; despite that in normal circumstances, the number of complaints would put the most patient person's head away.

As the performance ended, alongside the rest of the people beside her, Dorothea cheered and clapped for the boys. "Alright, guys! Very impressive, very loud!" Schuester chuckled, clapping for the boys as well. "But uh, what does that performance express? And what do the costumes illustrate?" He questioned, as the boys took turns to reply.

"We did our research, Mr Schue!" Mike started.

Puck pointed at Finn by the drums behind him, "Yeah, Finn's demon look is because Gene SI'mmons liked comic books as a kid, and they called Paul Stanley the Star Child because he was romantic or something. But, uh, that doesn't really explain my whore lips," Puck told them, pouting his lips, posing with his hand on his guitar.

"And uh, Ace Frehley is supposed to be a spaceman from another planet, Mike's iconic Catman was because Peter Criss claimed to have nine lives," Artie explained, his words rushed as Mike made a 'rawr' movement with his hands as the girls did previously in the Glee club.

For once, Matt spoke, "And I'm dressed as the guy who replaced Artie whenever he quit. "

"Well, congratulations, guys, give it up for the boys!"

***

As the lively chatter of the people who weren't in clubs began to die down in the corridors as people began to leave the school — Dorthea was finally alone in the Glee club before it was due to start in ten minutes.

Nobody else was currently there, not even any members from the band had shown up to set up yet, strangely. Dorothea took a seat on the piano bench, trying to recall notes from songs she knew. Not playing the piano for a while had her fearing she'd become rusty in a short period of time.

The brunette recalled the chord and part of the melody to Carmen by Lana Del Rey in her head before she began. She pulled out her phone loosely beside the copy of My Year of Relax and Relaxation in her bag, googling the sheet music quickly, the song coming to her, trying her best to read the blurry chords and lyrics from her phone, her head spinning slightly reading them. Her head was spinning all day relentlessly regardless; no matter how much water she drank, which usually fixed it.

When the song finished, everything was quiet like before, aside from the sound of footsteps rushing away, and the quick flash of blonde and pink disappeared, and it certainly wasn't Brittany S Pierce.

Dorothea closed the piano lid, though as she stood up, the feeling of cold hit her like a ton of bricks, the fatigue still creeping up. The brunette shook off of all of the horrible feelings she was prolonged to, the piano looking untouched, as she sat in the choir room. Alone.

Slowly people started pouring in gradually, sitting beside Tina once again, Kurt spun around to face the two. "You look like you should be in orbit," He commented, looking at all of the balls on Tina's dress.

"My balls keep falling off," Tina told them, as Dorothea snickered from beside her, trying to conceal her amusement.

"I've been there," Kurt said, turning back around as Finn whispered something inaudible to him, though Kurt huffed and left Finn sitting there.

Schuester clapped, "Alright! Let's get things started!"

Just with that, Puckerman walked into the room, his head ducked and his hands nervously in his jeans pockets. "Mr Schue, I have something I want to say to Quinn," Quinn turned around to face him, cutting her conversation with Santana behind her short. "And I want everyone to hear it," Puckerman swayed on his feet, "At first, I didn't get this theatrical assignment, being larger than life and putting it all out there cause... I'm kind of like that all the time. That's how my dad was too. He was too crazy being all rock and roll to be there for his kid, and you know what? I didn't care that my dad was a badass. I just wanted him to be there, and he never was. Then I learned all of this Kiss stuff, and while Jackie Daniels is a great name for a powerboat or something, it... not right for a baby girl. So, if my Kiss-mates will help me out, I've got a better idea."

With that, Puck grabbed a stool from the side of the room by Schuester's office. The rest of the guys who were involved in the Kiss performance followed suit, grabbing stools as well. The guys set off in their performance of Beth, all singing it, though Puck and Finn took turns with a solo verse each.

Quinn sat teary-eyed, as Puck approached, "I know you're giving her up... but before you do, I think you should name her Beth. If you let me, I'd really like to be there when she was born... I'd really like to meet her."

With a sniffle, Quinn nodded. "As long as I can pick the middle name," She told him, her voice choked up, tears streaking her face in the light.

Dorothea huffed and tried to block out the moment between the two from her head.

***

In Glee club on Friday afternoon, Quinn sat next to her, though there was a free seat next to Puck in the back row.

"Woah! Guys, why are you all still dressed in your theatricality costumes?" Schuester questioned, as he walked into the room.

Artie confusedly replied, "It's the end of the week? We were kind of hoping to know what the lesson of the assignment was."

Schuester gaped, coming up with words, as he admitted to them, "Well, you guys had some great numbers, but, I'm not sure I know either,"

Just then, Tina walked into the room, the confidence beaming off of her as she was dressed as she preferred to be. In her goth outfit; perfect as ever. "I know what it was. I refuse to dress like someone I'm not, to be someone I'm not. And I learned that it's good to be a little theatrical." Tina then, through bursts of small laughter, described to the Glee club how she scared principal Figgins with a story about vampires. Whilst she was met with applause, Tina took a dramatic though deserted bow.

"Wait... where's Kurt?" Artie queried, met with no answer. "And, where's Finn?"

Puck had a thought for once in his life, as he heard the commotion down the hall from the choir room, and ushered the Glee club out in a frenzy. Finn was wearing a red, shiny red dress uniquely made from a shower curtain, as he stood behind Azimio and Karofsky, who had Kurt, in his theatricality costume, back off and shaking, his fingers gripping the wall.

"Yeah?" Puck challenged, hearing the end of Karofsky and Azimio's threats to Finn and Kurt, "But can you take on all of us?" He motioned towards the Glee club, who struck on their brave faces.

"Okay, I get it. I took biology, and yknow what Karofsky? We have done disturbed a freak hive," Azimio told Karofsky, nudging him roughly on the shoulder. "The worker freaks are trying to protect the queen freak."

Karofsky jerked his head to the side slightly, "Next time, we'll bring some friends too." The two sauntered away with their empty threat.

Rachel groaned, "I'm tired of everyone calling us freaks!"

"Rachel, look at us, we are literally freaks," Dorothea laughed hesitantly, as she took a look at all of their costumes. "I'd make fun of us too,"

Finn turned around, "But we're all freaks together, and we shouldn't have to hide it."