EXT. WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD – DAY
The football team runs drills under Ken's sharp whistle. Several players trip and fumble.
Ken calls out in frustration, "This is not that difficult, gentlemen. Let's go!"
On the sidelines, Elena stands in her Cheerio uniform, water bottle in hand, watching with the rest of the cheer squad between their own routines.
Out on the field, Finn stretches in his jersey while Kurt, dressed in a red sweatshirt and a blue headband, holds his football helmet.
Finn reassures him, "Just relax, okay? Keep your eye on the ball... don't try to aim it. Helmet on."
Kurt protests, "It'll mess up my hair."
Finn insists, "Put your helmet on." He helps place it on Kurt's head. "That's good. Red's your color."
Kurt smiles slightly. "Thank you for helping me with this, Finn. You're really cool."
From the sidelines, Elena cups her hands and calls, "Yeah, Finn, be nice to him! He's braver than most of you out there!" A few football players glance her way, unimpressed. She glares right back.
Finn tells Kurt, "The more crossover between Glee and football, the easier my life's gonna be."
Kurt starts to walk away. "To get my music ready."
Finn panics. "You can't use that!"
Kurt explains about warming up like a rum chocolate soufflé. Finn shakes his head as Kurt heads off.
Puck approaches Finn. "So are you two an item now, or...? He doesn't belong here."
Elena, overhearing from the sideline, snaps, "Yeah? Well, neither do bad attitudes, but here you are." Puck shoots her a look and stalks off.
Ken blows his whistle. "Everybody take a knee!"
The team gathers. "Six games. Our kicker is zero for twelve. That sucks! Whoever can get the ball between those uprights gets the job."
Kurt steps forward. "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker."
Laughter erupts from the players. Elena crosses her arms and shouts, "Laugh now, losers—let's see you do better in skinny jeans!"
Kurt sets up with Finn holding the ball. He presses play on his stereo. "Single Ladies" fills the air as Kurt dances into the kick, sending the ball soaring through the uprights.
Elena jumps up from the sidelines, cheering loudly, "Yes, Kurt! Show them how it's done!"
Ken, stunned, says, "If you kick like that, you can wear a tutu for all I care!" He turns to the team. "Gentlemen, we have found ourselves a kicker!"
Kurt waves to the team. Elena smirks at the football guys still looking sour, then heads back to Cheerio practice, pride in her stride.
INT. SUE'S OFFICE – DAY
Sue is at her desk, autographing glossy photos of herself. A knock on the door precedes Mr. McClung, the WOHN news station owner, stepping in with a stack of envelopes.
McClung says, "More mail for you, Sue! Might be some hate mail mixed in after your editorial on littering."
Sue responds smugly, "Your station didn't hire me because I was yellow. Not everyone's got the walnuts to take a pro-littering stance, but I'll fight until this state is covered in garbage. It keeps garbagemen earning a living so they can buy tacos for their families."
McClung tries to steer the conversation. "Fantastic… but I'm concerned about your future at WOHN. My daughter goes here, and she says a lot of your top cheerleaders are defecting to show choir. Makes me wonder—if you're losing all that talent, how can you expect to win Nationals? Your segment's about being a champion. We need you to win."
From the corner chair where she's been waiting to talk to Sue about practice schedules, Elena tilts her head and says calmly, "Maybe if you didn't treat people like disposable pom-poms, they wouldn't be so quick to leave."
Sue narrows her eyes. "Careful, Williams, I've got a satellite feed and I'm not afraid to use it to ruin your life."
Elena just smirks. "You can try. But the Glee Club isn't losing to you or anyone else."
McClung glances between them, a little startled by the tension, before excusing himself.
Sue leaned back in her chair. "We need to win Nationals. I refuse to be represented on television by anything less than first place."
Elena lifted an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips, and said she could do the same to Sue if she ever slipped up.
Sue leaned forward, visibly entertained. "I'd like to see her try, Romanoff."
Elena tensed up, a flicker of unease crossing her face — no one should know her by that name. Growing defensive, she began to think quickly, then asked carefully, "Do you know Valentina?"
Sue's expression shifted only slightly as she replied, "I know a lot of people, Williams. Why do you ask?"
Elena's eyes narrowed as she leaned forward. "I was just wondering why Val would have me hide out in this crap town. It's because you're here, right? To watch me? Help me 'be normal'? How much do you really know about me, Sue Sylvester?"
Sue smirked faintly, unbothered. "More than you think, kid… and enough to know you're not exactly built for normal. And I'm guessing you're about to accuse me of watching you and reporting back to Val on your every move."
As her words landed, the overhead lights flickered slightly, reacting to the subtle surge of Elena's emotions and the way her powers began to stir.
Sue kept her gaze steady, voice lowering just enough to make it personal. "I don't need to report everything, Williams. But if Val asks, I tell her you're alive, kicking, and pissing people off in equal measure."
Elena drew in a slow breath, forcing her powers back under control before she could short out the lights again. Her tone softened, though her eyes stayed sharp, as she asked, "Sue… how much do you actually know about my past?"
Sue's expression turned calculating, her voice carrying a rare hint of gravity. "Enough to know what happened to you as a child, and where you were raised."
Elena's jaw tightened, unsure if that answer eased her mind or made it worse. But now, with Sue's blunt admission, she felt a shift—maybe she could trust Sue more than Val. Her voice trembled as she got serious, eyes welling up, and she admitted, "I've been told I might be pregnant."
Sue's gaze hardened with understanding; she knew exactly what the Red Room did to its girls, and the weight of that knowledge made her tone unusually gentle as she replied, "Then we deal with it, Williams. No one's going to decide your fate but you."
Elena's eyes brimmed with tears and her voice wavered. "They told me I went through the graduation ceremony," she confessed, her words catching in her throat. Sue's lips pressed into a firm line, the kind of look that said she knew exactly what that meant.
Before Elena could say more, Sue leaned in slightly, her voice low but steady. "I know what that means, Williams… and I know why you'd be scared."
Elena shook her head in a trembling denial. "No… I can't be pregnant. I can't."
Sue's eyes narrowed slightly, but her voice stayed calm as she said, "We're not guessing, Williams. We're finding out for sure." Without waiting for an argument, she stood, grabbed her keys, and told Elena they were going to get a pregnancy test right now. Soon after, Sue returned with the test and all but shoved it into Elena's hand, making her take it on the spot.
Minutes later, Elena emerged from the bathroom, staring down at the stick in her hand — and the two pink lines staring back. Uncharacteristically, she broke, sobbing hard as the reality hit her in full.
Sue rose from her chair without hesitation, crossing the room and placing a firm but steadying hand on Elena's shoulder. "Hey, breathe, Williams. It's not the end of the world. We'll figure this out. One step at a time."
Elena's voice cracked as she blurted out, "I'm a child assassin… a soldier in hiding. I don't know how to deal with this."
Sue's expression softened, though her tone stayed blunt as ever. "Then you let me help you figure it out, Williams. You've survived worse — this? We'll handle it."
They locked eyes in mutual, oddly supportive challenge — both aware the other meant every word, and respecting it all the same.
Sue tilted her head, her tone edged with pointed curiosity as she asked, "So, who's the father?"
Elena's jaw clenched instantly, eyes narrowing. "I'm not telling you that," she said flatly.
Sue studied her for a beat before nodding once, a rare sign of respect for the boundary. "Fair enough, for now," Sue replied evenly. "But if you think you're going to be running around on that cheer mat like nothing's changed, think again. You're my assistant from here on out — safer for you, and easier for me to keep an eye on you."
Elena frowned, her confusion mixing with suspicion. "Why aren't you just kicking me off the squad entirely?" she asked, studying Sue carefully.
Sue gave a small, almost sly smile. "Because, Williams, I don't toss away talent just because life throws a curveball. You've still got value to this team — just in a different role now. And maybe," she added, leaning back, "I think keeping you close might be better for both of us."
Elena's expression shifted, her tone losing its usual bite as she said, "Thank you, Sue. I mean that."
INT. EMPTY CLASSROOM – DAY
The door clicked shut behind Elena as she stood in front of Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. Her hands fidgeted, but her jaw was set with quiet determination.
Elena drew in a long, steadying breath before speaking. "I'm pregnant… and you were right. It's one of yours."
The words hit the room like a shockwave.
Quinn's face drained of color, Santana's eyes widened in disbelief, and Brittany tilted her head, blinking curiously.
Quinn stepped forward quickly, voice sharp but tinged with panic. "You can't say that in public, Elena. No one knows about us being intersex. My parents can't know, the school can't know. We can figure something out, but—"
Elena's expression shifted, hurt flashing in her eyes as she stepped back. "So, you want nothing to do with me or the baby… the baby that belongs to one of you."
Santana crossed her arms, speaking with guarded urgency. "That's not what we're saying. I just mean… maybe you make up a name for the dad. At least Quinn and I can't be the father in public."
Brittany smiled softly. "I don't see the problem. Babies are cute. I'm kinda excited."
Elena's throat tightened. "Fine. Go back to your boyfriends—Finn and Puck. You don't have to be involved."
Santana quickly stepped forward. "No, that's not what I meant."
Quinn's voice softened, guilt flickering in her tone. "We want to be part of it… if it's ours."
Quinn exchanged a look with Santana, then said, "We could say it's Finn's."
Santana added, "Or say it's Puck's."
Elena's eyes widened in horror. "You're both insane. Keep your boyfriends if you want, but I'm not lying and saying Finn or Puck is the father. If you want nothing to do with the baby, fine. But I'll just tell people the dad's a deadbeat and I'm not saying who it is."
The room fell silent under the weight of her words. Tears filled Elena's eyes as she spun toward the door. "Fuck you! I don't need this, and I don't need you!" she choked out before storming out, slamming the door behind her.
For a moment, none of them spoke. The tension was suffocating.
Quinn slumped into a chair, running her hands through her hair. "That… couldn't have gone worse. I'll tell Finn the baby is his. He's dumb enough to believe it, and it'll protect us."
Santana shot her a glare. "That's going against what she wanted, Q."
Quinn's eyes hardened. "It's about survival. If we admit the truth, we lose everything."
Brittany frowned, her voice small. "I just wanted to say I liked babies. I didn't think she'd get that mad."
Santana sighed, finally looking at her. "It's not you she's mad at, Britt. It's us."
Quinn rubbed her temples. "We handled that wrong. She thinks we don't want her or the baby."
Brittany's expression softened, concern replacing confusion. "So… how do we fix it?"
Santana's jaw tightened. "We'll be there in public as supportive friends. We can't go public — if we do, we lose everything. Our image, popularity, reputation, the Cheerios, our families."
Brittany's brows furrowed and her voice trembled. "But what if that means we lose Lena instead?"
The question hung in the air, heavier than any of them wanted to admit.