"Glee club?" Freddie looked at Mr. Schuester.
"You're going to love it!" the Spanish teacher said. "The team spirit is unbelievable, you'll fit right in."
"I don't sing", Freddie said. "And I don't do clubs."
"Come on!" Mr. Schuester nagged. "Just give it a chance. You won't regret it."
Freddie shrugged. "Fine. One chance."
Mr. Schuester lit up like a kid on crack.
"Great! We rehearse in the auditorium after school."
Freddie walked out of the room without saying anything. He was so going to regret this.
"No fucking way." Freddie looked at the others with disbelief. "Are you shitting me?"
"Language, Freddie", Mr. Schuester said.
"I can take his solo, Mr. Schue." A short hyperventilating brunette stood up. She was wearing a reindeer jumper.
"I really think Freddie should get the honour, Rachel", the teacher said.
"I'm not singing that song", Freddie argued.
"I thought you'd like it."
"Seriously?" Freddie looked at him.
"Well, I thought, since he's from England and so are you …"
Freddie stared at the teacher.
"That's kinda racist, Mr. Schue", an Asian goth girl said.
"I guess I jumped to conclusions. Well, what do you wanna sing then?"
These people just didn't get it. "I. Don't. Sing."
Mr Schuester smiled and looked at the others.
"Don't worry, he'll come around. Puck, why don't you show him how it's done?"
Some older guy with a mohawk got up on the floor and picked up a guitar. A mohawk. But judging by the look of the others, this crowd wasn't exactly popular. Or normal.
"You're a teacher or something?"
"I'm a student", Puck said with a glare.
"No fucking way you're 18."
"I'm 16", Puck said and took a step closer.
"Right", Freddie said. "Whatever you've been taking, I want some."
Mr. Schue stepped in between them. "Enough talking. Puck, your turn."
"So, you play football?" a freakishly tall guy asked him when the Mohawk started singing.
"Not really."
"Too bad. We could really use some fresh blood on the field", the guy sighed. "I'm Finn, by the way."
"You play anything else?" a blond guy with a Bieber haircut wanted to know.
"I don't really do sports", Freddie answered. "I skate."
A tan hand turned up in front of his eyes.
"Hi. I'm Santana", a black haired girl said with a smile. Freddie noticed her cheerleading uniform.
"And I'm Brittany", the blonde next to her filled in. "You're hot when you talk."
"Um", Freddie said with a confused smile. "Thanks?"
"We should hang out sometime", Santana said.
"Totally", Brittany continued.
"Don't expect any conversation, though", the hyper – Rachel – interrupted.
"I wish we could say the same about you, midget", Santana said.
"Girls", Mr. Schue said. "Fill in on the chorus instead."
That Puck guy was still singing. And Mr. Schue expected Freddie to do the same. Could this get any worse?
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