Hi people (: So basically this is our first fanfiction. 'Our' being me, Leanne and my good friend Carmen. We love writing weird fanfictions with totally out-of-this-world plots, but when we got this one down on paper (Microsoft Word, really.) it became more... sensible. Yeah. I can't think of us as sensible. But anyway, since I have no idea how to continue this Author's Note, and Carmen's not being any help by telling me to leave it blank, I shall get on with the story. ^^
Pairings: Tina/Mike, Rachel/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Mike
Disclaimer: If two thirteen-year-olds like us owned Glee, you'd be hearing music along the likes of Lily Allen, Britney Spears and Adam Lambert every episode. Oh wait, they did do Lily Allen's 'Smile' and an episode on Britney Spears' music. But that's not the point! We don't own Glee.
Rachel Berry tucked a wisp of brown hair behind her ear and carried on reading her index cards intently. They were colour-coded carefully, of course, with her signature gold star on the top of each corner. She glanced up momentarily as Mr. Schuester entered the room. Secretly, she wished that she could offer him some fashion advice about his hair. Sue's daily jibes at her Spanish and Glee teacher were mean, sure, but they were true in some ways! She thought as he slowly put down his things. Sighing, she continued studying her notes for today's oral presentation. It was all due to her perfectionism, really, as Rachel was top of class for everything and could very well easily ace a Spanish presentation without much preparation, her strongest third language. Or, so she thought. La historia de la música...
"All right, class. Let's get the presentation started! Any volunteers to go first?" Mr. Schue said enthusiastically, a contrast to the class of bored football players, Cheerios and Gleeks. Rachel could hear Dave Karofsky, who sat directly behind her informing his cronies about his latest victim of his famous slushie attacks. "We have a presentation today? I didn't know that. What about you, San?" A voice which sounded suspiciously like Brittany asked Santana, who was sitting diagonally behind Rachel. Rachel scanned the room impatiently for anyone who even looked faintly interested in volunteering, or class, for that matter. Even her fellow Gleeks were chatting animatedly about the latest updates on Perez Hilton's blog, not paying any attention to Mr. Schue at all. Fine with me. I'll just ace this again! Extra credit, maybe? Rachel thought hopefully as her hand shot up, fingers close together and straight just like a gymnast's. After all, gymnasts were almost like ballerinas, weren't they?
"Mr. Schue, if I may?" She asked her teacher. Mr. Schue looked at her, dismayed. Every single time during his lesson, she was the only one paying enough attention to volunteer for things like this, and he really wished that he knew that someone else, besides Rachel I-Need-Extra-Credit-So-I-Can-Get-Into-Julliard-And-Out-Of-Lima Berry, actually knew how to speak even a single sentence in Spanish. He highly doubted that, and decided to be the evil teacher for once, picking someone else who was sitting in the corner of the room looking slightly out of place with the other footballers.
"Mike?" The 'Other Asian' of Glee and football looked slightly disgruntled as everybody's head swivelled around to watch him. "Do you have anything to share with the class?" Mr. Schue probed. Mike just shook his head, a little too vigorously, Mr. Schue thought. Rachel huffed and brought her hand crashing back down onto the table in front of her. Why couldn't Mr. Schue pick her? Everybody knew that footballers are plain airheads. Heck, they could barely speak proper English, what with all their mindless 'man's, and 'dude's, let alone Spanish! Mr. Schue sighed, and tried a last resort to get Mike to talk. Of all the Gleeks, the only two he hadn't heard talk that much, or even at all, were Mike and Matt, and the latter had transferred out of McKinley High that year. "Ok, how about I give you this passage and you come up here to read to the class?"
All the students, even the footballers and Cheerios, watched as Puck pushed Mike to the front of the room. Reluctantly, the Asian took the piece of paper in Mr. Schue's hand and read through the passage first. Rachel rolled her eyes, a very un-Rachel-like gesture. "I bet you he gets half the pronunciation wrong," Mercedes whispered in her ear. "Not half, all of it!" Rachel protested indignantly. "Whatever, girl. Footballers just aren't smart." Mercedes wrung her hands and leaned back in her chair. Rachel agreed, and sat up straight in her chair to focus on the student in front of the room. "You can start now, Mike." Mr. Schue prompted.
"La música es una forma de arte abstracto. Alivia el estrés y es una forma de expresión libre. .Usted puede encontrar su espíritu interior a través de la música. Música es todo acerca de la liberación de sus emociones a través de una canción que se encuentra adecuado, y Cantando en su mejor voz para transmitir sus sentimientos a su público. El público se trasladó al cantar con el corazón. La música es también esencial en la danza, algunos estilos incluyendo el baile de la calle, haciendo estallar, cerradura,…" Jaws dropped as a string of fluent Spanish came flowing out of the dancer's mouth as easily as water flowing down a river. Even Rachel had to admit, maybe, just maybe, his Spanish was just as good as hers... No, that was impossible! He's a football player, for goodness' sake! She stared, at a loss for words. And Rachel Berry was never speechless. "Whoa..." Mercedes breathed. Mike now looked extremely embarrassed, shuffling his feet awkwardly in front of class. "Yay Mike!" Tina started clapping for her boyfriend frantically. Pretty soon, the footballers were hooting for their teammate and the Cheerios were clapping along. "That was very good, Mike! Why, you even sound like a native to Costa Rica!" Mr. Schue said, elated that someone besides Rachel was good at Spanish. "Where is that? Maluku?" Brittany whispered to Santana. "No, Brittany, it's actually in Spain. The Maluku Islands are actually an archipelago in Indonesia, South-East Asia. I'm surprised that you, such a normally discombobulated student, actually have heard of Maluku." Rachel couldn't resist quipping.
"Whatever, RuPaul," Santana retorted, used to Rachel's showing off, even if it was unintentional. Meanwhile, Mr. Schue was trying to speak to the entire class about Mike's unusual penchant for Spanish. "Mike's just transferred into Spanish, and he's already overtaking you, Rachel," he declared. "I think we had all better work harder, or Mike will be our top student this term." Rachel felt her fists clench at Mr. Schue's words. She was used to be the top student in everything, and she felt extremely angry that a mere football player threatened to overtake her spot. But I'm wearing my luckiest checkered skirt today! She made up her mind to ruin Mike once and for all.
Mr. Schue gave the class their homework, which Rachel immediately wrote down in her notebook, trying to appear as conscientious as possible. Brittany was doodling on her notebook, and Rachel felt extremely dismayed with Brittany, but thankful that she was not attempting to overtake Rachel.
Mike looked extremely taken aback as Rachel approached him after class. "Look, I didn't mean to, like, overtake you or anything. So, err, see you in Glee Club?" He said, seemingly trying to avoid the flared up diva. "Wait!" Rachel said. She looked extremely small next to the tall Mike, but she didn't care, seeing as she was Rachel Berry. "I'm Rachel. I'm good at Spanish. Wait, correction. My Spanish is impeccable." She then stuck out her hand at Mike, presumably for him to shake. Mike looked confused, but shook her hand tentatively. "You, on the other hand, are Mike. You're a football player. You suck at Spanish. I'm the best at Spanish, in this entire town, and I'm even better than Mr. Schue, and you are not going to change that."
"Um…ok?" replied Mike. "Chill." Just as he walked off, looking slightly confused about the whole Rachel Berry is angry matter, Santana walked over, slushie in hand. She threw its contents into Rachel's face, leaving the latter shocked and extremely annoyed. Of course, it was not the first time she had gotten a slushie in the face, but it was shocking that someone could slushie her right after her reputation had taken a serious blow just a few minutes before! She went over to her locker, having done this many times before, took out a fresh change of clothes, and disappeared into the girls' bathroom. She vowed that when she was the greatest Broadway star of the century she would buy a Slushie truck and shower all the Cheerios and football players with slushies. Like, seriously. Not just purple ones either. Orange ones, purple ones, blue ones. They would create an extremely weird colored slushie when mixed together, but that would definitely be all the better for their total humiliation in front of Lima, Ohio. On second thoughts, seeing as she would be filthy rich then, she would first buy plane tickets for all of them to go on stage with her on Broadway, and then dump the slushie mixture on them in front of her multi-millionaire audience, just to double, no, quadruple, their humiliation. Life was good, when you were a star.
Well, not Finn. Finn was really hot, and nice, except that he would have to seriously brush up on his performance skills and stage presence if he wanted to have any chance of getting into Julliard with Rachel. Rachel adjusted her hair again and went out of the ladies' room, this time dressed in a yellow knit top with sequins on it. She noticed that Kurt quickly looked away from her as he passed her in the corridor, and attributed this to him feeling embarrassed at being beaten in fashion by Rachel, even though he had done so to avoid the sight of Rachel dressed in such terrible clothing.
When she got to the choir room, she noticed how Tina and Mike were sitting together, laughing over a plate of cheese fries. She wrinkled her nose, both at the public display of affection and the cheese fries. They were terrible for your vocal chords, and Rachel valued her vocal chords above everything else, except maybe Finn. She sat down next to Mercedes and Kurt, feeling extremely annoyed. She hated the fact that they were eating in the choir room, a sacred place for Glee Club and nothing else. For this week's Glee Club their assignment had been to prepare a classic love song and sing it with as much emotion as possible. Rachel had chosen 'I Will Always Love You' by Dolly Parton. It was old, but she thought she would be able to impress Mr. Schue with it.
After what seemed like forever, Mr. Schue and most of the other Gleeks entered the room. He took a long time to set down his things, which made Rachel all the more impatient. She walked up to him, sheet music in hand for the pianist. Mr. Schue looked confused. "What is it, Rachel?"
"I would like to perform first," emphasised Rachel. "After all, I am the lead singer. I think that my song, which is 'I Will Always Love You' by Dolly Parton, will impress everyone in this Glee Club. Why do you look so confused? I mean, I always volunteer first." She smiled at Mr. Schue, bursting with excitement to present her assignment. Sitting on the chairs, Puck was flirting with Santana, Mercedes and Kurt were discussing something along the lines of Nicole Richie's latest dress, Tina and Mike were laughing, and no one was paying any attention to her. Rachel felt extremely insecure all of a sudden.
"Sorry, Rachel," said Mr. Schue. "I know you've been working hard, but you have to let Mike go first. He and Tina have prepared a duet, and I think we need to try out different lead singers for a change. The judges won't like it if it's always you and Finn singing the leads, don't you think?" Rachel thought otherwise, but respected her teacher enough to let him go on. "Mike and Tina need a chance to shine, and they have great voices, so it would be good if they could do one of the numbers and you and Finn could do another." Rachel was appalled at Mr. Schue's suggestion. How could he ever think that? Rachel was destined to be a star (read: Hog all the performance items, alone) and Mr. Schue was not going to take that away, both in Spanish and Glee Club!
Well, not just Mr. Schue, but Mike. What was his problem, anyway? He was a football player, who was popular, and he didn't need Glee Club, but Rachel did. It was her solo. She needed it, she wanted it, she deserved it, and she would have had it if not for him and his 'talent'. He lacked any emotional depth whatsoever when he sang, and he had never sung a solo before. He deserved to be one of those background singers, setting the stage for true stars like herself. When she became a great Broadway legend, she would make Mike Chang bury himself in a dumpster full of slushies. Or maybe jump from a diving board into the dumpster, just to fulfil the part about bruises that Gleeks like Kurt obtained when thrown into aforementioned dumpster.
Mike and Tina stepped up to the front of the choir room. "Give it your best," said Mr. Schue. "What are you going to sing?" Tina giggled and blushed, but Mike smiled. "We're going to sing 'Hello' by Lionel Ritchie," he replied. This only served to make Rachel more offended. This was her song! This belonged to her and Jesse from Vocal Adrenaline. Mike and Tina had no right at all to steal it! She felt her face redden with anger, even though she had already broken up with Jesse St. James. She clutched her sheet music protectively as Mike looked at Tina and began to sing.
She resisted the urge to stand up and stomp out of the room as Finn entered the choir room, mumbling an excuse something to do with football practice ran late (then why were Puck and Mike already here then?) and sat down beside her. Mr. Schue had been partially right: There was no denying that Mike and Tina were stellar soloists in their own right, especially Mike. In fact, they were so good that they threatened to be, well, better than her. Which Rachel definitely did not appreciate however much it would increase New Directions' chances of winning Sectionals, and possibly, Nationals. Instead, she concentrated her 'Evil Berry Gaze' on Mike, wishing that he would shrivel up into a crisp and disappear from the world altogether, dragging Tina along with him. Tina was a great Gleek, and she was a nice girl, but Rachel Berry didn't like anyone, no matter how nice they were, if they threatened her position as Queen of Glee.
Anyway, she realised with a start, they had broken the rules! The assignment was to sing a love song, not a duet, and they were unfairly stealing her crown. She hissed that to Finn, who looked nonchalantly clueless, as usual. Mr. Schue looked visibly impressed by Mike and Tina's vocals, and she could see the words forming on his lips: "OK, Mike and Tina will do a duet at Sectionals!" Rachel knew that losing a solo, any solo, might be detrimental to her future legendary career as a Broadway star, and she felt rage boil up inside her. She wished she could slap Mike across the face and make that horrible nose crack and fall off. Yes, Rachel Berry could be violent if she wanted to.
So, how was it? We actually had twice this amount written, but since we kinda write horribly, I decided to post one part of it first to see what the response would be like. Oh, and sorry about the Spanish. Carmen speaks Spanish, but I have no idea how good it is, so yeah. I was actually going to put in some Chinese too, since Mike is, like, Chinese, and so are me and Carmen, but... Okay, so now I'm supposed to tell you guys to review and all. Uh, review! They would make our day. Like, really. :D