IN KURT Hummel's bedroom, Beyoncé's Single Ladies, was blasting through the speakers. His video camera was stood in the middle of the room, recording Kurt, Tina, and Violet, while they danced their hearts out, in black unitards.

Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs went unheard by the three teenagers, all too preoccupied with their little music video recreation. The music was turned off, and they all spun around, confused.

There stood Kurt's father, Burt, fixing his cap and looking between his son and his friends.

"Dad, you're home early." Kurt observed, mortified that he was caught dancing...in spandex.

"Deadliest Catch is on." He shrugged. He took a step forward, furrowing his eyebrows at Kurt's choice of wardrobe. "What are you wearing?"

"It's a unitard." He quickly answered. "Guys wear them to work out nowadays...do sports." Burt nodded, and pulled the shoulder strap, letting it smack back onto Kurt's arm.

"F-f-football." Tina stammered.

Burt widened his eyes, and smiled at his son. "You're on the football team?" He wondered.

"He's...the kicker?" Violet chirped, unsure if she was using the right term. "You know, the guy who...kicks the ball."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at the brunette, momentarily, and then smiled at his father. "Yeah." He sighed.

"Be sure to get me a ticket to your first game." The older man made his son promise. Kurt nodded, and awkwardly watched as his dad trekked back up the staircase.

"Why would you say that?" Kurt whisper yelled, flailing his arms about. "Now i'm gonna have to join the football team."

Violet sighed. "I panicked!"

♫

The New Directions were scattered around the choir room, talking amongst themselves. Kurt was kind of ignoring Violet, and instead telling everyone about the mistake she made. Violet on the other hand, had completely forgotten about the night before.

She was sitting beside Finn at the piano, discussing Grease—because she forced him to watch it over the weekend, and now she needed to know his thoughts.

"I don't get that Kenickie guy." He shook his head. "How does someone knock themselves out with a car door, that's so stupid."

"He's super hot, though." Violet shrugged.

"He's super not." Finn put a lot of emphasis on the last word, and attempted to play the piano with his drum sticks—and failing. "The songs were cool, though."

"When I convince Mr Schue to do Grease for the school musical, i'm playing Rizzo." Violet assured... herself, mostly.

Finn snorted, throwing his head back with a loud laugh, and attracting unwanted attention from around the room. "Yeah, right!" He croaked.

"I'm serious." She blatantly spat back.

He placed a demeaning hand on her shoulder, and gently gave it a pat. "You are the complete opposite of Rizzo. I actually think you'd cry if you had her life."

Violet snared back at him, and turned her head in a pout. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her ankles were crossed over. Finn shoved her gently, though his gentle is her rough, so she fell off the little piano stool.

"You could play Sandy, though. You know, the main character. Isn't that better?" He curiously asked her.

"No." She mumbled. "Rizzo is cool!"

Mr Schuester strut into the choir room, late, and immediately started handing out sheet music. Rachel scanned the paper, and laughed. "Excuse me, this isn't the right key."

"No, it's actually the right key." He confirmed. "Tina's doing the solo." He added.

Violet squealed and bounced over to her friend. She wrapped her arms around Tina's shoulders. "This is so awesome!" She continued to cheer her on, ignoring Rachel's temper tantrum.

Mr Schuester sighed as Rachel stormed out of the room, and turned to the rest of the group with a soft smile. "Congratulations, Tina."

Artie knitted his eyebrows together and scoffed. "The more times she storms out of rehearsal, the less impact it has." He noted.

Violet agreed with a simple nod of her head. "Yeah, it's getting really old."

♫

Violet was sat cross legged on her bed, her eyes shut. She had her headphones on, blaring the High School Musical soundtrack in her ears. Bet on it was the current song that was playing, so of course she was dramatically dancing in her spot. Her curtains were wide open, and had she known, she'd bet that JBI was watching her from his bedroom.

She didn't even notice when her door opened, or when Finn called out her name in distress. She couldn't even hear the sad trudging of his shoes. Her attention was brought to him once he sat on her bed.

She frightenedly placed a hand over her heart, and took in a deep breath. "You scared the crap out of me." She muttered, taking off her headphones.

He didn't say anything. Instead, noticeable tears were pooling in the corners of his eyes, and his demeanour was completely changing. He looked like he could just fall on the floor and cry for hours.

"Finn, is everything alright?" She softly asked him, placing her hand on his shoulder for comfort.

That question just sent the tears rolling down his cheeks, and choked sobs were coming out from his throat. It was a heartbreaking scene.

"Quinns pregnant."

Violets mouth was stuck agape. She felt sick. Her eyes were looking everywhere and anywhere. It was a very hard thing to process. "H-how—when—how."

"Last month." He lowly sniffled.

After, somewhat, processing the news, she threw her arms around her best friend. She pulled his head into the crook of her neck, and just let him sob. One of her hands was rubbing circles on his back, and the other was caressing his head.

"Is she keeping it?" Violet muttered. She didn't want to overstep, but she wanted to know where Finn stood on the whole situation. She wanted to help him in whatever way she could.

"Yeah." He could barely be heard through the muffling of Violets neck. "She's keeping it."

Violet let out a stressful breath through her nose, and closed her eyes. She held him tighter. He was an absolute wreck, and she had no idea what to do.

"I'm here for you." She whispered.

It was a sweet moment, really. They were always bickering in some way, or joking, or anything other than being serious. These kind of moments, though, really showed just how much they loved each other.

I'm not gonna stop
not gonna stop til i get my shot—

Violet lunged for her phone, pausing the music that she forgot to turn off. Finn couldn't help but let out a little bit of a broken laugh.

"I'm sorry."

♫

After the bombshell that was Quinns pregnancy, scandal. Violet had been walking on eggshells around her mother, and Finns mother. She didn't want to tell them accidentally about Finns situation. It wasn't her place. Fortunately, Finn seemed to be doing better as the next week came rolling around.

Again, the New Directions were gathered in the choir room, all spread out amongst the seats. Kurt was reliving his first ever football game, and talking about how Beyoncé was his muse. Quinn was staring blankly at the floor, with Finns arm wrapped around her, and Santana was braiding Brittany's hair.

Violet on the other hand, was sitting alone, and reciting the entirety of the Ice Age movie to herself. It was a masterpiece, after all. It was probably one of the talents she was most proud of...memorising a movie.

"Guys!" Mr Schuester beamed, walking into the room, followed by three football players.

"Give a big 'glee welcome' to our three new members, fresh off their big win on Friday night." He clapped his hands together and turned to introduce the boys.

"Noah Puckerman, Matt Rutherford, and—" He began, only to be cut off by an ecstatic Violet.

"Mike Chang!" She cheered, jumping in her seat.

The broody football players made their way further into the room, sitting beside their designated..people? Matt beside Santana, and Puck..also beside Santana.

Mike hopped over to Violet with a grin, and happily took a seat next to her. "I told you you'd join." She sang out.

He hmph'd and drooped his shoulders. "I'm starting to think you're psychic." He jokingly admitted. Violet scratched her head, confused. "I'm not a sidekick." She uttered.

"If anything, i'm like..the main hero...if Ohio needed one. I'd be an awesome superhero. I think Peter Parker
would fall in love with me." She rambled.

Instead of correcting her misunderstanding, Mike just nodded along with her, and continued to listen to her talk about what ever her heart content.

"Tina, show us what you got." Mr Schuester politely instructed the goth girl. She made her way toward the front of the room, as Rachel quietly left out the door.

"No, come back." Violet pleaded in her quietest voice.