CUT TO: INT. RESTAURANT IN LIMA.
Will and Finn stood at the salad bar, Finn moving with an anxious stiffness as he grabbed lettuce.
"Thanks a lot for this, Mr. Schue," Finn muttered. "Couldn't talk to my mom, you know?"
Will glanced at him, keeping his voice gentle. "So... how far along is Elena? And is Quinn, your girlfriend, okay with this?"
Finn shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know. Uh, a couple weeks, maybe? It's pretty recent, I guess. Quinn's upset, but she told me she wants me to help take care of Elena. Her and Elena are friends, so... she's trying to be supportive."
They carried their trays to a table.
"Well, what do you need me to do?" Will asked. "You want me to set you up with Planned Parenthood?"
Finn's head shook quickly. "No. No, it's not even a conversation. She's keeping it."
They sat, the weight of Finn's words hanging between them.
"I've seen the guys around town who had kids in high school," Finn admitted. "They work here, at the supermarket, pumping gas... or worse. They're stuck. No future. I can't become one of those dudes! Mr. Schue, I gotta go to college, but we don't have any money. I need a football scholarship, and the only way I'm gonna get one is if we start winning."
"I'm not a football coach," Will reminded him.
"Remember when we were doing that Acafellas stuff, and you helped me and Puck with the dancing?"
"Yeah."
"You loosened us up," Finn said with conviction. "That's the football team's problem! I figured it out, watching Kurt kick those field goals."
He pulled out a worn copy of Never Die Easy: The Autobiography of Walter Payton.
"Check this out. Got it from the school library. Did you know you can borrow books? All of them—except encyclopedias. Anyway, Walter Payton was a great dancer. He won competitions on Soul Train, took ballet lessons, and even got the whole Bears team to take them the year they won the Super Bowl. That's how they came up with the Super Bowl Shuffle."
Will raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to teach the football team how to dance? I don't think Ken's gonna go for that."
"We'll talk him into it. You said you needed guys for Glee Club, right? If you can help us win one game, they'll start to trust you. Some might even join. Win-win."
Behind them, a young boy sat eating dinner with his dad. Will glanced toward them, then looked back at Finn. "Eat up."
CUT TO: INT. SCHUESTER APARTMENT.
Will and Terri brushed their teeth at the bathroom mirror, the faint buzz of the electric toothbrush filling the silence. Will had just finished telling her about the situation.
"How far along is she?" Terri asked.
"A few weeks," Will said quietly. "It breaks my heart. They're scared to death, Ter. They're just kids. They can't raise a baby."
Terri froze mid-brush, her eyes narrowing slightly before she resumed. Will kept talking, unaware.
"This poor girl's so ashamed. She feels like she can't tell anybody. Can you imagine? Having to hide something like that?"
Again, Terri stopped brushing, her mind obviously turning over the possibilities. She resumed slower this time.
"All that effort, covering it up," Will went on.
Terri tilted her head. "What did you say her name was? Elena?"
"Elena Williams," Will confirmed. "And here's the kicker—she's a member of the Celibacy Club."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead before walking out. Terri lowered her toothbrush, a sly grin spreading across her face. Now she knew exactly where she'd get her baby.
CUT TO: INT. WMHS BOYS' LOCKER ROOM.
The entire football team, Ken, and Will were in the locker room when Puck slammed his locker door shut. "This is garbage! What the hell does Beyoncé have to do with football?" he demanded.
Finn shot back, "Why don't you ask Kurt? He seems to be the only one who can score on this team, even in practice."
"So we're taking coaching advice from Lance Bass now?" Puck sneered. Kurt frowned at the jab.
"Guys, guys!" Will stepped in. "Athletes are performers, just like singers and dancers. Think about Jim Brown, Dick Butkus—"
"OJ," Finn added.
"OJ. Right," Will agreed. "All pretty tough guys, and all of them had big careers as performers. You're not losing because you lack talent—you're losing because you don't have the right attitude."
"Oh, I get it," Puck said. "We have to think more like Amazonian black women."
"If you can sing and dance in front of people, everything else becomes easier," Will countered.
"Coach, please, step in here," Puck appealed.
"I'm down with it," Ken replied. "Heck, what do we have to lose? We gave up our pride when we lost to that school for the deaf."
"Sun Tzu says in The Art of War to never let the enemy know you," Kurt chimed in. "The element of surprise could be our greatest weapon. Imagine the other team's faces if we started busting a move on the field."
Ken blew his whistle. "Too much talking, not enough stretching. Choir Room, full pads, five minutes. Let's go!"
CUT TO: INT. WMHS CHOIR ROOM.
The football team, in full uniform, stood in the choir room under Ken and Will's supervision. Will clapped out a rhythm. "Five, six, seven, eight—step ball change, up!"
The team's attempts were clumsy. "Your hips are still too tight. Stay low—it's all about lateral movement," Will instructed. "Watch Kurt."
Kurt demonstrated with exaggerated flair. "Hand, hand, point to the finger, hip, head. Sneak attack, back to the ring. Comb through the hair. Slap the butt."
Ken blew the whistle loudly. "That's enough for today. Hit the showers."
"Coach, I think we should end with a show circle," Kurt suggested.
CUT TO: INT. WMHS HALLWAY.
Puck and Finn walked out of rehearsal. Finn's shoulders were tense.
"What's your problem?" Puck asked.
"Nothing. Just got a lot on my mind," Finn replied.
"Seriously, dude. I'm your best friend. Talk to me."
"It's personal."
Puck smirked. "Let me guess—you're in love with Kurt."
Finn hesitated, then shook his head. "It's... Elena. She's pregnant."
Puck froze. "You're kidding."
"Quinn says it's mine," Finn said quietly. "And she's keeping the baby."
Finn walked off quickly, leaving Puck rooted to the spot, eyes wide with shock.
CUT TO: INT. WMHS HALLWAY.
Elena walked down the hallway clutching her books, her face tight with worry. Quinn stepped out from a side corridor. "Hey, I know you're mad at me, but can we talk?"
"Leave me alone," Elena said sharply, not slowing her pace.
Quinn hurried after her. "No, we need to talk. I know you didn't want me to say it was Finn's, but this was the only way to keep people from knowing the baby could be mine, Santana's, or Brittany's. No one will question our involvement now."
"How can you be so sure? I told you not to lie," Elena shot back. "Eventually, people will find out the truth. Until then, I'm just the slut who slept with your boyfriend."
"I'd take care of it, you know," Quinn said quietly. "And you. You're not a slut, Elena, no matter what people might say. "
Elena let out a bitter laugh. "Maybe not to you, but that's exactly what everyone will think, your boyfriend cheated on you and now I am suddenly carrying his supposed baby? Yeah, that's how they'll see me."
"My dad's horrible," Quinn continued softly, "but I want to be better."
Elena's glare was ice-cold. "You think being a better parent than your dad means pretending this baby isn't even yours?"
Quinn reached out, grabbing Elena's arm and pulling her into a quieter corner. "Please, Elena. I'm trying to be there for you, so are Santana and Brittany."
"We live in Ohio," Elena said bitterly. "I slept with you three because you made me feel something for the first time in forever, but it was a mistake. You're too scared to claim this baby, and so is Santana. I don't need you, Santana, or Brittany. I can do this alone. And when the truth comes out, I'll tell everyone that lying was your idea."
Overcome with emotion, Elena pulled away and ran down the hallway.
CUT TO: EXT. WMHS PARKING LOT / ELENA'S CAR.
Rain poured down in sheets as Elena sprinted to her car. She yanked the door open, collapsed into the driver's seat, and let the sobs come—until a voice startled her.
"How many weeks are you? No more than five or six, I'd guess. I assume you haven't told your parents yet. I mean, how could you? You can't raise this baby, Elena."
Elena's head snapped toward the passenger seat, her hand instinctively reaching under her seat to brush the cold metal of the Glock she kept hidden for emergencies. A woman sat there, and Elena's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"I'm just somebody who wants to help," the woman replied smoothly.
"I don't need your help! Get the hell out of my car!"
"Really? What kind of prenatal vitamins are you taking?" the woman pressed.
Elena stayed silent. The woman rummaged through her purse and produced a bottle. "Here. Three times a day, or your baby will be ugly."
"I don't understand. What do you want from me?" Elena asked, her voice shaking.
CUT TO: EXT. WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD.
That night, the football team took the field. The cheerleaders—Quinn, Santana, Elena, and Brittany among them—chanted on the sidelines. In the stands, Emma sat in the crowded bleachers, methodically wiping down the seat beside her with a moist towelette. Will approached.
"Anyone sitting here?"
"Um, no. Here, you can..." Emma gestured.
Will smiled as he sat down. "Well, at least I know it's clean."
Emma returned the smile. "Yeah."
The national anthem began to play over the intercom.
CUT TO: INT. WMHS BOYS' LOCKER ROOM.
Ken opened a case of whistles, eyed them for a moment, then picked one and rubbed it between his hands to warm it up.
CUT TO: EXT. WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD – CONTINUOUS.
The team—Puck, Finn, Kurt, and Nick among them—stood on the sidelines, helmets in hand, gearing up for the game.
Finn tried to sound confident. "I think we really came together this week as a team."
Puck snorted. "Yeah, a gay team. A big gay team of dancing gays."
Kurt stiffened, glaring at him.
Nick muttered to Finn, "Seriously, man. Practice was fine, but we can't do that out here in front of everybody. We'll be even more of a joke."
Kurt's eyes flicked to Finn, silently urging him to say something, but before Finn could, the team was called to the field. The crowd roared from the stands, with Will and Emma cheering.
Finn barked, "Divert right. Eighty-seven on one. Break!"
"Break!" the team echoed.
The referee blew the whistle, and the rude chatter started immediately.
A player from the other team called out to Finn, "Yo, QB! Your momma's so fat, the back of her neck looks like a pack of hot dogs!"
Finn ignored him. "Down, set, hut!"
The play collapsed. Ken groaned, shaking his head.
Another play. Another failure. Ken yelled, "Come on!"
Up in the stands, Burt Hummel made his way to his seat. Kurt spotted him and shouted, "Dad! I told you!" Burt gave a small wave.
The scoreboard ticked down—twelve seconds left. Finn scanned the field, his gaze landing on the cheer squad. Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Elena were front and center, cheering loudly. Elena caught Finn's eye for a moment, then quickly looked away, jaw tight.
"Time out!" Finn called, hurrying to Puck. "Dude, we gotta do it."
Puck looked at him like he was crazy. "We'll be jokes forever."
"We're already jokes! I don't wanna be a Lima loser for the rest of my life."
Puck glanced toward the cheerleaders again. Quinn was beaming. Brittany was clapping. Santana looked skeptical. Elena stood stiffly, arms crossed between cheers, clearly not sharing the same excitement.
A player from the other team jeered at Puck, "Yo, left tackle! Your momma's so fat, her cereal has a lifeguard!"
Puck smirked. "Yeah? I had sex with your mom. In your bed. Nice Star Wars sheets, by the way." The other player froze, speechless.
Puck turned back to Finn. "Let's do it, Captain."
Finn rallied the team. "Come on, huddle up! 'Ring On It' on three. One, two, three—break!"
The cheerleaders—Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and Elena—watched in surprise as "Single Ladies" blasted over the intercom and the team launched into the choreography. Brittany whooped, but Elena's forced smile didn't last.
Finn hiked the ball, passed to Puck, and the crowd exploded as Puck scored.
Ken called to Kurt, "You're up, kid. Make this and you're a legend."
Kurt strutted to the center, danced for a beat, then nailed the kick.
The ref's whistle blew. Titans win. Burt shouted, "That's my son! That's my boy!"
Elena clapped once, almost relieved—until she turned and caught sight of Quinn pulling Finn into a kiss. Her expression hardened instantly. Brittany called after her, Santana reached for her arm, but Elena shook them both off and walked off the field without a word.
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