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The choir room air is thick with the sour tang of spilled stomach contents and the faint, metallic glitter of a performance gone terribly wrong. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hum a flat, steady note, drowning out the last echoes of the pop anthem that started this mess. A sharp beam of afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window blinds, spotlighting the pledge forms fanned across Mr. Schue’s desk like surrender documents. The New Directions are scattered across the risers in various states of post-catastrophe collapse—Brittany is still visibly green, Santana is methodically shredding a cuticle, Rachel is dabbing hopelessly at a dark stain on her blouse. A slick, greyish-blue patch mars the tiles by the piano bench. Mr. Schue clears his throat, holding out a pen with a teacher's wea…