Alright, let's get this started! This is a virtual season of the Glee Project, using characters submitted by various people from FFnet and tumblr. I still need 3-5 more characters, so please feel free to submit your own character via PM. More details can be found on my profile page.

This Glee Project fic is different from most of the other ones because the winner of this (who will be chosen based on how much I like writing for them) will receive a character based on them in my ongoing Glee fanfic on gleeforum*com.

In this first chapter we will meet the first four contestants, who come from Hell Devil 13, Cheetaswillruletheworld, Shaqueerah from tumblr and paco*haley respectively. If you see Character: followed by dialogue, that means they're in the confessional.

Robert: "So, it's the third season of The Glee Project, and we're really excited to see all of the talent that we've gotten in the past two years. I really doubt that this year is going to disappoint. We're holding open auditions in both Los Angeles and New York, and we got a great turn out."

Indeed they did, as we see crowds of kids lined up outside the buildings in each city. Some of them are practicing singing, most of them are bundled up for warmth. As we head inside, a lot of the kids have become fast friends and are gossiping about the show and the competition. A redheaded boy, an african-american girl, and boy with a multicoloured mohawk are approached by the camera. "We're going to be on The Glee Project!" they all shout excitedly.

The auditions are just beginning, however, and we see the first of those from Los Angeles inside Robert's office. An Asian boy walks in. He's got spiked black hair and a plaid shirt on, but the sleeves are rolled up to reveal several tattoos. His ears are pierced and there's a chain around his neck with a ring hanging off it.

"Hi, how are you?" Robert asks.

"I'm good, you?"

"Good. So, what's you're name?"

"I'm Lucas Hiroshi-Miles, but you can just call me Luke" the boy says with a smile.

"Alright. So Luke, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Well I'm from here in LA. I'm 21. I'm also half-Japanese, and I lived in the country until I was ten. Growing up mixed race was really difficult, and I tried to get away from that by listening and singing punk music. But then we moved back to America and it just started getting worse, and I fell in with a bad crowd." His breath hitches. "We...well we basically formed a gang." Robert's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Yeah, I started smoking and drinking young, and we bullied other kids. I would've been kicked out of school but I was just able to pass. In, uh, in my senior year we got into a fight with another gang and I saw one of my friends get hurt really bad, and that was kind of the wakeup call for me."

"So you were able to get out?"

"Yeah." The answer makes Robert visibly relieved. After only a few minutes Robert is enthralled with his story. "I got back into Soccer, and managed to use that to get a scholarship for UCLA, and that's where I'm studying for now."

"Wow. Well, I'm glad you were abel to share your story with us, Luke." Robert says with a smile. "So the next question would be, why do you want to be on Glee?"

"Well there's never been a real 'punk' character on Glee, and I want to show that the punk genre isn't necessarily bad. I mean, when I started with it I used it as catharsis and venting, but it's not what actually lead me to get into the gang, and it even helped pull me out."

"Well that's really great to hear. I know I'd enjoy seeing a character like that."

"Thanks!"

"Alright, so I guess it's time to hear you sing."

"Okay. I'll be singing 'Good Riddance' by Green Day.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test, and don't ask why

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.

I hope you had the time of your life."

"That was very nice, thank you."

"Thank you!"

Luke leaves the office smiling.

Next to enter is a girl who looks a lot like Snow White - very pale, with long black hair. She's dressed in a black shirt and black skirt reaching her knees.

"Hi!" she says sweetly as she enters.

"Hi, what's you're name?" Robert asks.

"I'm Blanche Montgomery, I'm 20 years old, and I'm originally from Yonkers."

"Awesome. So tell me a bit about yourself."

"Okay, so I come from a bit of an abusive household. I mean, not physically abusive, but my father...well he's basically an ass. He always let me know that he didn't like me taking ballet, or piano, singing lessons. It didn't help that I had a tendency to quit them either."

Robert's smile falters ever-so-slightly. "Is...that something that's carried over to here?"

"Oh no! No!" Blanche quickly backtracks. "No, I've found my niche. I got into guitar, and I also got a musical theatre scholarship from Juilliard, but my family didn't give me any support so I had to drop out after the first year. I moved to LA with some friends, and ever since I've been supporting myself with odd jobs. I sing at clubs on weekends, I do waitressing, and I even pole dance."

Robert's eyes go wide and his jaw drops. "Uh - wow!"

"It's not what you think!" Blanche giggles. "It actually takes a lot of skill to do, and I had to take lessons!"

"Well it sounds like you've got a pretty interesting story. What do you think you could bring to Glee is you won?"

"I could totally play a bitch character. I mean, all the other mean girls graduated and there's a serious shortage now; I can totally fill that void."

"We sure do love our bitchy cheerios on glee, don't we?" The two laugh. "Well, I'd love to hear you sing."

"Alright. I'm going to sing 'Blow Me (One Last Kiss)' by P!nk."

"Awesome, let's hear it."

"White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight

Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight

Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears

I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you

Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold,

But there's nothing to grasp so I let go

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much

I think this might be it so blow me one last kiss

You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of it

My head is spinning so blow me one last kiss

Just when it can't get worse, I've had a s*** day!

Have you had a s*** day? We've had a s*** day!

I think that life's too short for this, I want back my ignorance and bliss

I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss!"

"Blanche, that was really good."

"Thank you Robert!" She winks at him before skipping out of the room.

At the New York venue, the next boy to audition pops his head through the door and grins before entering, earning a chuckle from Robert. He has curly brown hair on top of his head, green eyes, and a very young looking face. He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans.

"Hello!" Robert greets him.

"Hi Robert! It's nice to meet you finally! I'm, uh, Harry Carson."

"Nice to meet you Harry! Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself."

"Alright, well, I'm 21 years old. I'm right out of Columbus Ohio, home of the Warblers."

"Oh cool! So you've got a bit of a first hand experience with Glee already then?"

"Yeah, it's pretty neat."

"And you flew all the way down here to meet me in person?"

"Sure did! So yeah, I'm a bit of a goofball. I love playing pranks and just having fun, which is really great because when I was younger I had a lot of problems."

"How so?"

"Well, I've got Bipolar I. It's what you normally think of when you hear the word 'bipolar'; I would be perfectly fine one minute and then I'd just go mental. My friends used to say that I would Hulk out at them, but it really...it's not as fun as it sounds. I beat my best friend up really bad once, and - well I basically felt like a monster... "

"Were you able to get treatment?"

"Yeah, me and my doctor were able to get the medications balanced so I could actually function without becoming emotionally stunted. It's still a big responsibility for me to keep it under control, but I'm at a good place right now."

"That's really good to hear. Alright, so what do you think you can bring to Glee?"

"The show, which is great, it's never really focused on mental disorders. I mean they touch on stuff like OCD and Asberger's, but I've never seen them really examine how hard it can be to live with a disorder like that or like mine, and I feel there are some really good stories and that it could definitely help out kids who might be feeling the same way."

"That sounds like it would be interesting. I know Ryan has always wanted to take a closer look at mental health issues on the show."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! So, let's hear you sing!"

"Okay. I'm gonna sing "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol."

"Good song."

"We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough"

"Thank you Harry, that was very nice."

"Thank you! See you soon!"

Robert laughs as Harry leaves. Soon after, the african-american girl from earlier walks in. She's dressed casually, in a sweater and loose jeans. Her hair is long, loose, and curly, falling down her back. She's got a kind face with stunning blue eyes. She smiles excitedly as soon as she sees Robert.

"Hi Robert!" she cries.

"Hi! You seem excited."

"I am, I really am."

"Alright, well what's your name first off?"

"Okay. I'm Lila Rachford, from New York, New York, and I am 18 years old."

"Wow, so fresh out of high school?"

"Just about!"

"That's great. So, tell me a bit yourself."

"Okay, so, I grew up right here in the city with my brother and my parents. But then when I was eleven my parents split, and I took it really badly. I started falling into a depression and there were times were I honestly didn't think I'd be able to get out. But then I discovered that I had a condition called synesthesia."

Robert tilts his head in interest. "I've heard of that, what is that?"

"It's actually pretty neat. Basically I've got some of my senses crossed? Like, when I hear a sound I see patterns of colors in front of my face, and then when I read letters I see them as certain colors."

"So you're saying that, when I talk to you, you can see colors corresponding to my words?"

"Yeah! You're voice is kind of a like a dark green with flecks of grey in it and the colors just sort of...wibble in front of my face."

"That's so interesting. And it happens when you sing too?"

"Yes, and I actually started getting heavy into singing because I wanted to kind of, toy with the colors and see what would happen and what my singing voice would, well, look like."

"Cool. Alright, so tell me why you should be on Glee."

"Well I have never seen anybody on television with synesthesia, so I think it would be phenomenal if I could be the first. I mean, it's a show about singing and I think having a synesthete would add a whole new layer to things."

"Well you're right, it would definitely be new and interesting. Okay, so what will you be singing today?"

"I'm going to sing "For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic" by Paramore.

Just talk yourself up

And tear yourself down

You've hit your one wall

Now find a way around

Well what's the problem?

You've got a lot of nerve

So what did you think I would say?

No you can't run away, no you can't run away

So what did you think I would say?

No you can't run away, no you can't run away

You wouldn't

I never wanted to say this

You never wanted to stay

I put my faith in you, so much faith

And then you just threw it away."

"Great job Lila."

"Really? Thanks!" She beams brightly before leaving.

Robert examines his notes in both cities. These four - they're definitely going through.

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