"Canada is in Nationals, guys!" Mr. Schuester said. Everyone raised an eyebrow, and Mr. Schue quickly corrected himself. "I meant, Nationals is taking place in Canada."
"Ohhhhhh," his class chorused.
"Toronto, to be more precise," Mr. S continued.
"Isn't Toronto, like, a bjillion miles away and stuff? And isn't that 'international'?" Puck asked. Mr. S ignored him for plot's sake.
"Toronto is the Mexican food that Nana makes when she's drunk," Brittany said airly, twirling her ponytail. Mercedes sneered.
"Toronto is a city, Brittany," Mr. S said, and clasped his hands together. "We'll need to take an airplane this time, so we need to get fundraising."
"Bake sale, here we come," Puck muttered, a devious smile growing on his face.
-SOMEWHERE IN TORONTO-
"No way!" he shouted, slamming his palms on the table, causing the sushi to leap off the plates. Stephen Stills instantaneously caught a shrimp mid-air with his chopsticks, and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
"Yes way, Scott," Stephen Stills said, talking with a full mouth. He swallowed it, and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "It's good publicity. Besides, you don't even know what a 'show choir' is."
"Who cares? I am not doing it," Scott said, crossing his arms.
"Why does Envy want you guys anyways?" Ramona asked.
"Yeah, why us?" Kim agrees. "I mean, it's a singing competish. We're not choir. We're rock."
"Well, technically, we're not 'in the competition'," Stephen Stills said, airquoting. "We are supposedly the intermission band, to fill up space while the groups are changing their makeup and crap."
Kim raised an eyebrow, sipping some green tea. "Wouldn't the audience, be like, getting snacks and stuff, then?"
"You should totally do it," Knives said, eyes sparkling. "It'd be totally awesome, and people would buy your album!"
"But Envy's the one who offered," Wallace Wells grumbled. "And anything that bitch offers is about as worth it as dog shit."
"I agree with Wallace," Ramona said, crossing her arms.
"How the hell does Envy have authority on who plays at a National Competition?" Kim asked.
"She's a judge," Scott muttered, still in a foul mood. "There's a theme of famous musician judges or something."
"Famous musicians?" Wallace snorted. "Yeah, right."
"Did she ask you directly, Scott?" Knives asked.
Scott nodded, and sighed. "Well, it happened like this..."
Scott Pilgrim is coming back from the Gamer's Cavern, clutching the brand new Mario Kart in his hand. It was finally his, even if he had bought it with Wallace's credit card. Despite the cloudy Canadian skies, this day could not be possibly brighter.
"Hello, Scott," A voice cooed.
Aaaaannnnd, it's dark again.
He turned, and saw the long figure of his ex-girlfriend, Natalie "Envy" Adams there, smoking.
"Envy," he said briskly.
"I need a favor, Scottie."
"Scottie?"
Envy smirks. "See, I'm judging this little glee competition, and they need a filler band. They asked me to do it, and I said that my band, is, well, a bit under construction right now. But I said that I had a perfect one in mind."
"I'm not doing it, Envy."
"Yes you are. You're not rich, and it pays."
Scott huffed. "I am so rich!"
"Sure." She smashes the cigarette with her heel. "I'll just call Stephen Stills. I'm sure he'll say yes."
He sighs. She's got him.
Kurt yawns, and shuts his textbook. "I swear, if I have to look at one more word problem, I will burn my closet."
Blaine chuckled. "Finals is almost over. Besides, we have that trip to Canada to look forward to."
"Yeah, look forward to," Kurt said sarcastically.
"It's nice that Rachel invited us, though," Blaine said.
"She's trying to pull us into McKinley with her long claws," Kurt warned.
"Oh, well. At least there's gonna be famous people as judges."
Kurt perked up. "Who? Tom Cruise? Beyonce? Oh sweet Gucci, Lady Gaga?"
"No, no, and sorry, no." Blaine tossed him a rolled up paper. "The lead singer for this band called Clash of the Demonhead."
Kurt unrolled it, and it indeed showed a poster of three people-a bespectacled girl who looked like she had a machine arm, a muscular pretty boy, and the most intimidating woman with flirtatious yet menacing red lips.
"Yeesh. It looks like she wants tokill everyone in her path. Those heels must've cost a fortune."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Probably. But she's famous. Her autograph could sell for hundreds on eBay."
-somewhere else-
Kim halfheartedly watched the cheap Japanese monster movie remake at her work, waiting for Hollie to get back. The video store was slow today, for reasons unknown. She sighed, and switched the format on the TV, from video to television. The news was on, telling about some new discovery.
NEW VIRUS HAS BEEN DISCOVERED-
Probably just another news created story to scare the public. Kim switched off the TV, and leaned back in her chair. Another long day ahead.
-time passes-
New Directions piled on to the airplane, pushing and shoving each-other to get to their seats. The flight attendant sighed, and dutifully helped the rambunctious teenagers put their suitcases up. Kurt and Blaine followed, looking out of place in their Dalton uniforms. They all squished into the scratchy seats, and complained loudly that the engines were too loud.
A blonde twenty three year old tucked her short hair behind her ear. She tugged at the hem of her dress, worrying that it might be a bit too slutty. She's been through the slutty phase, and she never wants to go back. She glanced at her seatmate.
"Hey, is that the latest issue of Vogue?" she asks, tapping at the magazine the teenage boy was reading. His eyes sweep over her, analyzing her style and possible friendliness.
"Yes," he said finally, eyes drifting back down to his article.
The woman bit her lip, "Uh, do you think..."
"Hm?" the boy said, looking up again.
"Uh, when you're done, could I maybe possibly read it?" she asked.
"Sure," he says, smiling. There's another, slightly darker, boy next to him, who's eyes widen at the sight of the woman.
"You're...you're..." he stutters.
She outstretches a hand, going behind the other pale teenage boy's head. "Lisa Miller. Pleased to meet you."
"Blaine Anderson," he said, shaking her hand. "Huge fan."
"Oh really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't think anyone would recognize me."
"Please. You're the biggest talk of the sci-fi geeks right now! An actual young cute girl in a science fiction movie is rare these days."
Lisa blushed. "Thanks. It's nice to know I have fans."
The boy with the Vogue magazine finally noticed that the two people next to him are having a conversation, and instantly must be in it. "Blaine, do you know this girl?"
"Kurt, that's Lisa Miller," Blaine said, pointing at Lisa. "She's the star of the movie Possibly Alien. Remember? I took you to see it? You fell asleep?"
"Oh..." The boy, Kurt, looked back to the girl. "I had no idea."
"No biggie," Lisa said, shrugging. She points to an article in the Vogue Magazine. "Actually, that's my picture right there."
SCIENCE FICTION GONE FASHION! NEW STAR LISA MILLER SHOWING OFF HER NEW LOOKS
"Well, you certainly look fabulous in green," Kurt said.
"What is a big shot like you doing in an airplane coming from Lima, Ohio?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, well I was doing a shoot out in the nothingness next to the town, and I just went here to get on the soonest airplane to Toronto."
"Toronto? Why are you going there?" Kurt inquired.
"I'm seeing my friends, they're in a band, at this competition going on there. I think it's called glee or something," she said, rubbing her chin. "Anyways, I have a flyer for it." She digs around in her carry on bag, and presents a flyer.
Kurt snatches it from her hand, and shows it to Blaine. It was an advertisement for Nationals.
SHOW CHOIR NATIONALS!
PRESENTING:
THE NEW DIRECTIONS
VOCAL ADRENELINE
AND...
SOAPY SOPRANOS!
"That's them!" Kurt said, pointing at the flyer. "Lisa, our friends are in the New Directions! Their on this airplane right now." He gestured to all of the crazy teenagers on the flight, in various forms of insanity. "We're going with them to see them perform."
"Ain't this a coincidence!" Lisa said. "I guess I'll be seeing you at the show, then!"
"Can we sit together, maybe?" Blaine asks with wide puppy dog eyes.
Lisa laughed. "Sure, whatever." She pulls out the New York Times from her purse, and opens it, thus ending the conversation.
Kurt peeked over at her, and registers the front cover of the Times. VIRUS EPIDEMIC IS QUICKLY SPREADING-
Kurt rolled his eyes, and goes back to his much more interesting Vogue magazine.
NEXT: THE END OF THE WORLD!
A/N: Yeah, boring chapter. But, y'know, next time.