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William Mckinley School for the Performing Arts, Auditorium

"I don't know", Dylan said. "I feel like it's too–"

"Sexy?", one of his friends, Sarah, suggests with a little laugh. "Come on. You have to get out of your comfort zone at some point. Why not now?"

Dylan sighed. Maybe she was right. Duly Noted always played it safe, being the cliche, perfect schoolboys that everyone assumed they would be. They were like the Warblers.

Too much like the Warblers.

"The Troubletones do stuff like this all the time", Sarah continued. "Have you heard our Regionals set? It's fire."

"Yeah, I heard you practicing yesterday", Dylan replied. "But it works so much better for you guys, I mean you have so many songs to choose from, and we only have, like, four."

Sarah laughed because it was true.

"Have you asked your dad for help? I mean, he was a Warbler once, right? Maybe he can help you find something."

Dylan raised his eyebrows. "Yes, Sarah, I am going to ask my dad for help to find a song that will make me and all my friends look and sound sexy. Great idea."

Sarah laughed again and turned to find another song on her phone. "Maybe you could do Despacito, or something. I know the Spanish will take a while to learn, but I think you guys could do it. What do you think?"

When she turned around, however, Dylan was gone.

"Dylan?", she called into the big, empty room. "Hello?"

William McKinley High School, choir room, 2013

"Hey, are you alright?", a man's voice woke Dylan up.

"Mr. Schue?", he asked groggily.

Mr. Schuester held out a hand to help the boy up. Dylan took it and looked around. The choir room looked different—empty, somehow gloomy. There was no one else there.

"How did I end up in here?"

"I don't know, I just got here and I found you on the floor", Will replied. "Are you sure you're alright? What's your name?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine", Dylan waved him off. He was okay, despite being extremely confused. "Dylan An—Hansen. I'm new, I just transferred.

At that moment, Dylan silently thanked Rachel for making him take those improv classes when he was younger.

Will nodded, still concerned. "Okay, well, welcome to McKinley. I'm Mr. Schuester, although it seems like you already knew that?"

Shoot.

"Uh, yeah", Dylan thought quickly. "I heard a couple people talking about Glee Club? I was wondering if I could join."

Mr. Schue lit up. "Of course! We'd love to have you."

"Do I have to audition, or…?"

"We start in about ten minutes, if you're alright with singing in front of everyone else, we could do it now?"

"Yeah, sure."

Dylan was dying to figure out what year it was, but he figured that it would be a weird question to ask out loud, so he looked for clues around the room.

The trophy case!

Dylan wandered over to the look at the trophies and read the plaques. The latest one was a regionals trophy.

Regionals 2012

That would make this Rachel's senior year. And Kurt's. Blaine would graduate a year from now.

Dylan spent the next fifteen minutes thinking of songs that were out in 2013 that he could sing. And sing well. He thought of musicals that were out, and decided on singing "The Lamest Place in the World" from 13.

Everyone filed in and sat down, and Dylan made direct eye contact with his dads, who were holding hands and talking about something.

Dylan smiled awkwardly at them. He scanned the rest of the room and saw Santana, Brittany, Artie, Tina, Mike, Mercedes, Sam, Rachel…

Finn.