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Riley wondered what she did to deserve this

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Riley wondered what she did to deserve this. Sure, they were finally doing a song more modern but god this choreography was awful. Maybe she was just saying this because she was so used to doing extravagant routines for the cheerios with lots of tricks and exciting movements. But judging the looks on the others faces, they thought it wasn't any good as well. At least she wasn't the only one.

"Five, six, seven, eight. Step and step. Step and step. And turn it around. Down and up. And hit, hit down hit," Will instructed.

"Can we stop, please?" Rachel said, suddenly stopping. Riley let out a sigh of relief as she stopped dancing and watched Rachel carefully. She glanced at Finn, who shrugged.

"You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go," Will told Rachel. Riley rolled her eyes, leaning on Finn

"It's not my bladder. It's the choreography."

That made Riley's ears perk up. She looked at Rachel and Will, wondering what was going to happen. Riley just thought they were going to push through the choreography, maybe even do what they did with the assembly and change it behind his back.

"Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?" Will asked, confused.

"It sucks."

Riley's mouth dropped, looking at Finn, who was equally as shocked as she was. They looked back at Rachel and Mr. Schue, waiting to see what happened next.

"We can't compete with vocal adrenaline with these steps. You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Shue, But you're not a a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley," Rachel said. She continued to mention something about being an understudy for some show that Riley had never heard of.

"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed," Will told her.

"Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester? After high school. Did you even try?" Quinn asked.

Riley raised her eyebrow at her. What was she up to?

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"Puckerman, I'm studying," Riley said, looking up from her textbook to shoot him a glare, "I'm not sleeping with you again. Or making out with you."

"It's bad enough I have to keep the fact that I got laid by the Riley Parker to myself," Puck said, giving her a pleading look, "Please."

"No," Riley said, looking back down at her textbook.

"What about this," Puck began, making Riley roll her eyes and begin to pack up, "No sex, no making out, just you and me, ordering Mexican food, talking."

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