sat on the bleachers, her face morphed between jealousy watching the Cheerios perfect routines, and pity for herself. Her sullen looks as she watched countless girl's step into the place, where she had previously been.

Dorothea sat quietly beside her. “You shouldn’t do this to yourself, Q.”

“Do what?” Quinn scoffed, looking ahead at a bleach-blonde girl doing a back handspring.

“It hurts being off of the team. You’re putting yourself through pain even by watching them. I don't want you hurting, Quinn.”

Quinn bit her lip. “I needed a good distraction.” Dorothea gave her a confused look as Quinn pulled out a letter which was already ripped open aggressively. “$685 for a sonogram. 1 singular sonogram. Finn needs to be a man and pay for these bills; this isn't even the start. There will be doctor’s visits, vitamins, new clothes for when I explode.”

Dorothea looked to the ground below her, "I have money. I could help you."

"Why would you help me?" Quinn pondered, as Dorothea couldn't conjure up a reasonable explanation in her head at all.

"Because Quinn, it's you. And just because your boyfriend is incredibly incompetent doesn't mean your quote-on-quote friends are."

Quinn bit her lip, flickering one side of her hair off of her shoulder. "You shouldn't even have to offer to do that, Thea. You shouldn't even have to think you should."

"No. We're something right, Q? I want to help. Even if it's just buying you clothes or vitamins. Think of it as some form of a loan."

Quinn stood up, holding a hand out to her. "Thank you. You were right, it does hurt too much." Dorothea took the girl's hand gracefully, going down the bleachers and ignoring JBI interviewing Sue.

***

Dorothea sat beside Mercedes, far enough away from Quinn, who was unmercifully berating Finn to get a job, to not look like she was somewhat stalking the girl, but close enough to hear what she was reprimanding him about. "What about Target?"

Finn sighed, "tried that, not hiring."

"Another doctor's bill came to my parent's house last night, Finn. You're lucky that I'm clever and intercepted it. But, we have to start paying these bills or they're going to go to a collections agency and find out I'm with child. Your child." She pointed at him, storming off, sitting next to Dorothea, sending passive-aggressive looks over to Finn. Dorothea watched as Puck sent looks to Quinn, as sympathetic as the bastard could.

Schuester walked into the room, balancing a countless amount of pages in his clammy hands, handing it out as soon as he got in.

"Alright, guys. We're doing a new number for sectionals. I know pop songs have been our signature pieces, but I did a little research on past winners, and it turns out that the judges like songs that are a little more accessible. The stuff they know," Schuester said as he look in Rachel's direction, "Uh, stuff like Broadway."

"I thought you were going to say to give other people a chance to sing but Broadway's alright. Praying for Legally Blonde," Dorothea crossed her fingers as Kurt and Rachel squealed, their tones on the same note.

"Wait…" Brittany said, as she twirled her hair in her hands, "it's illegal to be blonde?"

"No, BrittBritt. You're fine, don't worry." Santana said to Brittany putting her soothing hand on the non-illegal blonde's shoulder.

Kurt was still staring down towards his sheet music. "Defying Gravity?! I have a playlist dedicated exclusively to selections from Wicked. This is amazing!" Schuester smiled at him, setting down the dried-out whiteboard marker down after writing Broadway on the board.

Schuester turned his attention to Rachel, "think you can handle this, Rachel?"

"It's my go-to shower song, it's also my ringtone."

Dorothea scoffed at this, "Hold up. You're just going to hand her this again? Genuinely, your favouritism astounds me. Actually, for your information, some other people would appreciate even a notice for this or a chance."

Schuester's brows furrowed, the creases in his forehead becoming more relevant, dealing with her so-called antics again. "As Rachel's vocals are most suited for thi-"

"-this song. We get it. We've been through it. Mercedes could kill that song. I could kill that song. Kurt could devour that song. You're tone deaf and honestly, it's weird." Dorothea groaned, giving Schuester nasty looks as Mercedes cheered her on.

"Thank you, Thea. Obviously, I choose the right people to be friends with. Why are we going all vanilla on this song? See, what we need is my chocolate thunder, at this point."

Schue chuckled, "We don't have time to rearrange the song for you or Dorothea, Mercedes. Rachel is singing it. We'll find something else for you to dip in chocolate."

It got a laugh out of most people, excluding Finn who was honestly just glancing around at everyone, confusion evident.

"On item two. The school won't pay for the special bus we need to take Artie and his wheelchair with us to sectionals." Schuster said as Artie frowned, looking down at the floor.

"That's so unfair. I volunteer to sue." Dorothea scoffed, leaning back in her seat.

"No. We're not taking legal action, Dorothea." Schuester said to the girl as she rolled her eyes at him.

"W-what?" Tina asked, shocked as she glanced at Artie in pity and soon back to Schuester.

"That's completely unfair," Rachel stated, though now that she said something about the situation, Schuester would take full action.

"So we're going to raise money to pay for it ourselves. See, when I was in Glee club, and we needed new silk cummerbunds for Regionals, we held a bake sale." Schue said, completely serious.

Scattered laughing took up the room as Schuester remained overly serious about his old-timey idea. "You're joking, right? I mean, bake sales are kind of bougie." Santana cackled.

"So hip people stopped eating delicious, sugary treats?" Schuester asked.

"It's not that? It's most of us… don't know how to bake? I find recipes… confusing?" Brittany said as Schuester looked disappointed in them all.

"I eat pasta and microwaved noodles. I can't cook." Dorothea shrugged.

"My dads and I are fully committed to takeout." Rachel stated.

"Yeah, Mr Schue, kids are busier than when you went here. We've got homework and football and teen pregnancy… lunch." Finn unsurely said as Schue shook his head.

"Yeah, can't Artie's dad just take him?" Mercedes asked.

"I can't believe how insensitive you all are. Are you a team?"

"Of course," Said Quinn, "but Artie understands, don't you, Artie?"

"Oh… of course. It's cool. Anything that takes away our time from rehearsing doesn't serve the team.."

The school bell rang, and everyone left except for Artie.

She though, still left with Tina.

***

It's the end of the day, and the Glee club is meeting up again. "Go on Kurt," Mercedes cheered as the boy beamed back to her, before standing up, his hands on his hips.

"I have something I'd like to say." Kurt declared as Schuester turned around to look at him. "I want to audition for the Wicked solo."

"Kurt," Schuester sighed, "that has a high F in it."

"That is well within my range." Kurt snapped back, getting a couple of oohs from the class.

"Well, I think Rachel's going to be fine for the female lead, but I'm happy to have you try out something else, Kurt. And we'll make sure it's got a killer high note." Schuester turned back around, as Kurt sat down, defeated.

"Mr Schuester," Dorothea said, ready to annoy the man once more. "Since, as you said, a role for a female lead, I want to audition."

"Dorothea, the solo is going to Rachel and that's final. Her voice is most suited for it." Schuester stated clearly, going back to shuffling the sheet music. "I'll get you something else to work with. You did well in Tonight." He added.

Rachel looked triumphant in getting another solo.

"Anyway, I wanted to say something to you guys. I was a little disappointed at how you were all so willing to take the bus to get to sectionals and make Artie drive by himself with his dad. We're a team, guys. We're in this glee club together." Schuester declared, finally standing up for one of his other students.

"Artie doesn't care," Mercedes shrugged, "his dad drives him everywhere."

"I do care." Artie bit his lip, sighing. "It kind of hurt my feelings."

Rachel looked to Artie, "We didn't think you would take it personally."

"Well, you're irritating most of the time but I hope you don't take that personally." Artie snapped back to her.

"I loved that one." Dorothea snickered to Tina who looked towards her, giggling back.

"I don't know if you guys really understand how much harder Artie has to work just to keep up." Schuester scolded.

"Preach." Artie verified.

"We're riding to sectionals together. Or we're not going at all. And to pay for the bus, we're having a bake sale." Will clapped as groans and complaints overlapped each other as several people pushing empty wheelchairs walked into the room.

"St Ignatius nursing home was having a tag sale, and my AV club friends here agreed to help out." He motioned, as Artie waved to his fellow AV club members. "For the next week, you all must spend three hours daily in your wheelchair."

"Sir, do you have any in pink?" Dorothea asked as Schuester shook his head no.

"You can spray paint it or something. Oh yeah, by the way, we're doing a wheelchair number."

***

Dorothea entered the Home Ec rooms, which seemed like they spawned from absolute oblivion.

"I didn't even know we had a Home Ec room." Dorothea acknowledged, "What are you doing, Q?" Dorothea checked to make sure nobody else was in the corridor.

"Getting ingredients to make cupcakes for this stupid bakesale."

Dorothea scrounging for something in her bag, she pulled out a wad of cash from her bag. "Here, Q."

Quinn, set down the vanilla extract she had in her hand, taking the cash into her hand. "$25. You shouldn't, this isn't your responsibility. Thank you."

"No. You deserve it, I mean, what has Finn given you?"

Quinn shared a smile she had proved to only share with the girl beside her. "Nothing. It's Finn. He'll be more likely to get a role as the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk than to provide for his child." Quinn shoved the $25 back into Dorothea's hand. "I can't take it."

"It would be amazing if you would."

Quinn gazed into her eyes for a split second. "Well, I'm not. You're too nice to me."

"Hardly."

The two shared a look, as Quinn took the other girl by the soft hand, ignoring the lingering ingredients for the bake sale. Dorothea squeezed Quinn's hand before the blonde let go, grabbing a wad of the flour and dumping it on her head.

Dorothea froze for a quick second, snickering as she grabbed a handful of ingredients and threw them back at the laughing girl. The two flickered ingredients back and forth, laughing, getting caught up in the moment.

Dorothea grabbed two handfuls of chocolate powder, and shoved them onto Quinn's head, "that was perfectly measured!" The blonde squealed her hair and clothing a mess.

The two ended up extremely close, as Dorothea put a hand onto Quinn's cheek, caressing it. Quinn leaned into the touch, and as the door opened, the two broke away in an instant.

"What the hell..?" Finn asked as Quinn practically jumped out of her skin.

Dorothea bit her lip, turning around to face Finn.

"We're baking!" Quinn exclaimed.

Finn looked everlastingly confused, tilting his head. "I can see that."

"I'm gonna go change, Q." Dorothea smiled, trying to place a face as if nothing happened, waving goodbye & hello to Finn in one action, as she left the Home Ec room.

***

Dorothea preferred to help out at her uncle's business when she had the time, though it had enough staff, it was just preferred. She rested her head in her palm, going over what Schuester had said to her & Kurt previously.

"You alright, kid?" Her uncle, Al Motta, asked her, shuffling some paperwork in his hands before turning to his niece.

"Schuester's being a dick." She shrugged, breathlessly, playing a few keys on the keyboard.

"Schuester?"

"He's the Glee club's teacher."

Putting the paperwork aside, his expression turned serious, his mouth forming a thin line. "What's he doing to you?"

"There's this girl, Rachel," Dorothea aside, facing her uncle, "And she gets every single solo that that club has to offer. I got one once and he scrapped it. It's not fair."

"And this is really upsetting you, huh?"

"I shouldn't be having to complain to someone about this incompetent & frankly, obsessive teacher." She sighed.

"I thought they would've been more versatile, you're amazing, kiddo. Don't let him bring you down." He said, standing up to open the window, "Here, didn't that girl at your school join the wrestling team? They seemed to be broadening who does what nowadays, not holding favouritism."

"Yeah well, her parents quite literally had to sue the school."

"Are you forgetting what family you come from?" He questioned, "I have the money to do that. So does your dad."

"Wait so..?"

The man simply nodded, as he picked up the ringing phone, as her cousin, Sugar's, voice could be heard over the phone, and Dorothea's thoughts overpowered her mind, her cousin's voice over the phone turned to mere background murmurs.

***

Dorothea sat, a heavy smirk covering her face as she sat in the chair between her uncle & Kurt. Schuester looked bewildered at his students & their guardians.

Burt Hummel looked absolutely furious as he pointed a finger into Figgins's face. "You can't discriminate against my kid because of his sex, religion, political affiliation or the fact that he's queer as a three-dollar bill. And I won't accept it."

Al Motta interrupted Figgins, before he could speak, "My niece is outstanding and I'm horrified that my brother is keeping her here. You are to blame, Figgins. I'm so glad my precious Sugar doesn't go here. Dorothea deserves as much of an opportunity as this Berry girl does."

Figgins's face was quite the equivalent of defeat already, "This isn't academics or athletics, Mr Hummel, Mr Motta. It's an arts program and Mr Schuester's judgments are subjective."

"You put on a blindfold and listen to my kid sing, and you will swear you're hearing Ronnie Spector." Burt snapped, motioning to his son.

"Wait-" Schuester tried to speak, Al cutting him off. "Don't try to object to this, Schuester. My niece is excellent, I'm appalled she hasn't been pulled from this school already, Carmel or that Crawfords would gladly take her."

"I was just going to agree with you both. Now, I can't just give either the part-"

Al looked confused. "But you gave that Berry girl a part straight away?"

"That would be just as wrong, and was wrong for me to do, but I can let them audition."

Al turned around to Dorothea," Expecting updates," He turned back around in Figgins direction. "If this is unfair I'm using legal action."

Burt looked to Schue, "What do you mean, like a tryout? All right, that seems fair. Okay, this seems like a reasonable deal. But how do I know this isn't just some show to stop me from taking a flamethrower to this place? Who's going to judge?"

***

Schuester rubbed his hands as he stood in front of the Glee club, who were in a semi-circle in their wheelchairs. "Now, all of you are going to judge, and in the spirit of full access, each of you is going to get a vote. Whatever singer has the most votes, gets the part."

Rachel scowered, as she looked to Kurt and to Dorothea. "This isn't going to be about talent, Mr Schuester. It's going to be a popularity contest."

"Stop right there. Mr Shue, if I may." Kurt said, wheeling over to Schuester, facing the rest of the Glee club. "We all know I'm more popular than Rachel. And obviously, Dorothea is too. And we both dress better than her. But I want you all to promise me that you're going to vote for whoever sings the song better. Raise your right hand."

Everybody raised their hands, though, many lacking their enthusiasm, Brittany raised her left hand.

Kurt deadpanned towards Brittany, "raise your right hand, Brittany."

Santana patted Brittany's right hand, "it's this one," she whispered, a soft tone and more gentle than she was to anyone else.

"Sorry…" Brittany said in a hushed tone.

"Repeat after me. I promise to vote for whoever sings the song better." Kurt ordered.

"I promise to vote for whoever sings the song better." Most of the club lacked being synchronised, but all joined in. Kurt beamed, before changing his expression in a split second as he spoke looking between Dorothea and Rachel. "It's on."

He twirled in his wheelchair, before taking the spot he sat before beside Mercedes. The school bell rang, as the club left, Dorothea smirking as Rachel stayed back, giving Schuester a furious look, the way she looked at them before she would berate them to get her next solo.

***

Dorothea sent her uncle a quick text, informing him that she would be auditioning for the solo as she slid her phone back into her pocket. Dorothea looked at the failure of selling the low-quality cupcakes.

"These cupcakes suck. That's why we're not selling any." Finn snapped, after tasting a bit of one of the cupcakes.

"It's not about the cupcakes. It's about us." Quinn hissed at Finn. "Nobody wants to buy from losers. We're in Glee club and in wheelchairs."

"She has a point. Six months ago I could've sold 50 of these things on fear alone." Puck agreed.

"Well, I bet it would be even lower if your brain cells were the ones who bought them." Dorothea casually bitched. Puckerman glared at her, flipping her off.

Brittany walked over, holding hands with Becky. "Oh my god, what is she doing?!" Quinn scoffed, disgusted.

"I am pretty sure they're friends," Dorothea whispered to Quinn, whose expression somewhat softened as she looked at Dorothea, even though a multitude of people surrounded them.

"Brittany is always cheating off her test papers in math class." Puck said, his tone slightly more breathless than usual.

Becky and Brittany approached the table, "See, so many? And look how pretty they are, Becky." Brittany softly asked.

"Wow." Becky gasped.

"Brittany, you're supposed to be in your wheelchair." Santana frowned.

"I lost it."

Becky turned around to Santana, "Are you a cheerleader? It's so cool."

"So is buying a cupcake. That's really cool." Brittany exclaimed.

"But I don't have any money..?"

" That's okay! I have some." Brittany exclaimed, handing Becky a dollar. Becky handed Santana the dollar, who grimaced before handing it to Quinn, who gave her Becky's cupcake.

"Thanks."

Brittany waved goodbye to Becky as she left. "So, how much do we have now?"

"A singular dollar." Dorothea sighed as she looked at their deserted money tin.

"This is ridiculous!" Quinn exclaimed.

" Well, maybe if we put a jelly bean or something on top we'd sell more…" Finn pondered.

"Are you an idiot?!" Quinn snapped at Finn, as Dorothea felt the need to somewhat grab Quinn's hand. She knew she couldn't. "How am I supposed to trust you to take care of our baby when you can't even figure out how to sell a damn cupcake?!"

"Stop attacking me. I'm sick of it!"

Quinn snarled at him, "Get a job."