So, I am not entirely sure of where this is going or how this will end up, so bear with me here. I obviously don't own anything. Not Glee and not She's Kinda Hot by 5SOS. If I did, however, own Glee, season 5 and 6 would have been entirely different.
It wasn't easy being at the top of the food chain at a school like William McKinley High School. Given that it was such a small town, the kids that did rank high up in the charts were like royalty and with that crown came unbelievably difficult responsibilities. Every little detail had to be perfect. For boys, the coolest kicks and the freshest haircut. For girls, they had to be beautiful and graceful and basically perfect.
Christopher knew that better than anyone. He was no stranger to popularity and he didn't ever waste time denying the fact that he was the man to be. Not only was he the male lead of the New Directions and the captain of the soccer team, but he had parents who were both Tony award winning Broadway stars which gave him serious authority at a performing arts school. And to top it all off, he was currently dating Ally Hummel-Anderson, the most beautiful girl in school. Well, one of the most beautiful girls in school, her twin sister Tracey looked just like her.
Christopher's life was perfect. Perfect family, perfect voice, perfect hair and the perfect future practically set in stone for him. Just like his parents had been, he was destined to leave Lima. He didn't have his sights set for New York like his parents had, however. He was looking more in the direction of UCLA. They were pinning after him for soccer and music even though he was only a junior.
Unfortunately, not everyone was as lucky as he was.
Alexa Puckerman was about as low on the popularity scale as someone could get. She was one of those kids that hung out under the Finn Hudson Memorial tree after school with her other 'alternative' buddies. She dressed dark and though she wasn't necessarily popular, everyone knew about her. There was this air of mystery around her that made her the hottest topic of gossip at the school. No one really liked her, but in some weird and twisted way, she was actually pretty popular. Not that she seemed to care really, she was more focused on her sound. No one had heard her play really since her freshman year.
Yeah, she played piano in the school jazz band and she dabbled with basically every woodwind instrument known to mankind, but that music wasn't hers. Rumor had it that she played at a bar a few towns over with some guys who went to the community college. Chris had even heard someone say that she was the opening act for a Rolling Stones reunion tour over summer vacation. That seemed a little farfetched, but no one really knew for sure.
Like Chris, it was common knowledge that she aspired to leave Lima. She was looking for a record deal after attending a private performing arts college in Sacramento. Out of everyone in their graduating class, she would be the most likely to leave this town. Girls like her didn't belong here, she belonged in New York or LA where her spunk would put her ahead. Though no one would dare admit it, she was far more gifted than anyone the town had seen in a while. Her talent rivaled that of Rachel Berry's, and she had the attitude to match. Alexa wasn't the type of girl that came around very often.
Their freshman year, Alexa and Chris had been best friends, both heirs to a legacy in the New Directions. Together, the ruled the school. They sat with the cool upperclassman and everyone knew who they were. Alexa was a Cheerio, talented enough to be the top of the pyramid. Back then, she was the good girl with the long blonde hair like her mother's and a good future.
But something happened the summer before their sophomore year. She went off the deep end. Her style changed and there was no sight of the Alexa that they had all known. She quit the Cheerios and the final straw for Chris was when she dropped out of the New Directions. Who was this girl? Then, two weeks after school started, her older brother found her in her bathroom with nasty gashes in her wrist. No one really knew what happened, but when she came back to school no one dared ask her. Her brother Finn sure as hell not talking about it.
By that point, even her style was different. The cute floral skirts and pastel ballet flats had been replaced with skinny jeans and combat boots. Her hair was cut to her jaw line, the angular, uneven pieces highlighting the severity of her features. Her make up went dark and her green eyes went cold.
It was really sad actually, watching her transform like that. She had such great potential and in Chris' eyes, she was throwing it all away. For what? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't be friends with a girl like that. Not that she gave him much of an option in the first place, it appeared that when she disappeared to rehab she returned with the intention of completely shutting herself out from the world.
Yes, it was sad, but it couldn't hinder his future or his spotlight. It didn't take time to replace Alexa. Ally and Tracey Hummel were quick to step up and share the female lead. Soon, Alexa was forgotten. It was like she had never existed at all.
What did he care anyway? Chris had plenty of friends, plenty of popularity and a bright future. Alexa was replaceable, after all, the show must go on. Well, everything was almost perfect.
One of Ally and Tracey's dads had gotten a part in a Broadway play that he just couldn't turn down. The whole family was moving back to New York, leaving the glee club not only short two members, but missing a strong female lead.
Someone suggested that they just pull Erin from the Treble Tones, but she refused to leave her own Glee Club. After Mr. Evans held auditions, they were still were they left off. Only two girls tried out and neither was leading lady material.
Logan suggested that they just ask Alexa to come back. Chris shot that idea down so fast it made everyone else's head spin. "She wouldn't come back even if we asked her to," Chris said. "She hates us. And she isn't good for our image."
"But we need her, man," Bailey said. "We don't have much of a choice."
"Mr. Evans already approved it," Logan said. "Bailey is right, we need her."
So Chris and Ally found themselves in a grungy bar that advertised Lima Losers, the band that Finn said Alexa played in. And sure enough, there she was standing on the stage with her blue chrome guitar strapped to her body. There was a pick tucked in between her bright red lips and she was facing the drummer, chuckling at something he said while tuning her guitar. The other man standing next to her had a bright red Bentley on his torso.
Alexa had on a pair of black shorts over a pair of fishnet tights and a tight white t-shirt topped off with a pair of red converse and a black vest. Her dark eye makeup accentuated her harsh green eyes and there were pink streaks in her hair. Confidence just oozing off of her, she turned to the crowd taking the mic in her hand.
"How's everyone doin' tonight?" Alexa asked, her sickly sweet voice slicing through the bar rumble. A chorus of goods and greats filled the air. There was one man sitting at a table in front of the bar that shouted, 'you're hot' his voice slurring around the two simple words. Chris felt anger boiling up inside of him, that man had to be into his late forties and Alexa, though she was wearing enough makeup to disguise exactly how young she was, it wasn't hard to tell that she was far too young for that pig.
"Thanks, sweetie," Alexa replied. She turned away from the microphone and faced the other members of her band. Chris watched her nimble fingers pluck at the stings on her guitar. He remembered on her thirteenth birthday how big she had smiled when her father handed her that very guitar.
"My girlfriend's bitchin' cause I always sleep in," the man with the guitar sang into his microphone. Chris recognized him, he had graduated from McKinley a few years back. Lucas? No it was Darren Rossi. Chris didn't remember ever hearing about that kid singing, but man, was he good. "She's always screamin' when she's calling her friend. She's kinda hot though. Yeah, she's kinda hot though."
"My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams, she's also saying I got low self-esteem. She's kinda hot though. Yeah, she's kinda hot though. She put me on meds, she won't get out of my head. She's kinda hot though," Darren sang.
Alexa stepped up to the mic, her fingers never ceasing their dance on her guitar. Her lips touched the mic and she closed her eyes. Chris recognized that face, she was about to start blowing away the whole audience.
"My friend left college cause it felt like a job," Alexa started, her voice transforming in that way that he could never get out of his head. Even with the loud lyrics, Chris could still pick up that slight rasp that made her voice irresistible. "His mom and dad both think he's a slob. He's got a shot though. Yeah, he's got a shot though."
"She's better than I remember," Ally commented, shouting over the blaring music.
"When you've got bigger plans that no one else understands you've got a shot though," Alexa sang, her voice far angrier than he remembered. They say we're losers and we're alright with that
We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's, but we're alright, though."
"Yeah, we're alright though," Darren added.
"We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene. Yeah, we're alright though," they sang together. Alexa like always, burst out into an excessively impressive guitar solo. It was like her body was one with the guitar and the music was coming from her, not the instrument.
"Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm going insane. My neighbor told me that I got bad brains, but I'm alright though," Alexa sang, a smile curling on her lips.
"Yeah, we'll be alright. Cause we're the kings and the queens of the new broken scene and we're alright though," Darren sang, looking over at Alexa with a look that made Chris' blood boil.
"They say we're losers and we're alright with that. We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's. But we're alright though," they belted out together.
"Yeah, we're alright though. We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene
Yeah, we're alright though," Alexa finished, basking in the growing applause.
And like the rest of the people watching her kind of dumbfounded with the amount of talent her small body maintained, Chris and Ally clapped too. They watched the Lima Losers play a few more songs, all equally as impressive as the first. He couldn't help, but watch her perform. It was the way it always had been, she stole the show.
After the show was over, Chris and Ally waited for her to pack up her guitar and say goodbye to her bandmates before they approached her. She was almost out the door when she heard her name called. She expected it to be a man many years her senior wanting to tell her how amazing she was or how sexy she was, but when she turned around she didn't expect what she saw. Chris and Ally, two of her former best friends.
"What do you want?" She hissed, putting her hand on her hip.
"We need a favor," Ally said. "Oh would you look at the time, I really have to do…something…So I'm just gonna catch the bus. Chris I'll catch up with you later. Alexa you did amazing."
Chris glared at Ally while she pressed a kiss to his lips. She smiled brightly, tightening the fluorescent pink coat on her body before pushing open the door and fleeing the bar.
"You and Ally, huh?" Alexa said. "You guys are perfect for each other."
"Lex," Chris sighed. "We need a favour."
"Alexa," she corrected. "What the hell do you and Barbie want from me?"
"Actually, we all want something from you," Chris said.
"Oh, hell no," Alexa fired back. "I am not re-joining your little glee club just because the plastic twins are moving to New York."
"We need you," Chris whined.
"Why would I come back?" Alexa asked. "What have any of you done for me?"
"I could tell Principal Shuester that you are the one who spray painted The Nude Directions in the auditorium."
"You wouldn't," Alexa said, her eyes sizing up the boy standing in front of her.
"Oh, my dear, I definitely would."