William McKinley High School, in Lima, Ohio. I've gone to this school since I was a freshman and next year would be my last. I hated this school, the students more specifically. Everyone in this school was a Lima loser, including me, I wasn't going anywhere, I had no brilliant plan for the future or for college, because I knew that I wasn't worth anything.
I was just boring Sam Hughes, a nobody to anyone outside of this town. The only thing I was remotely good at was football and our team sucked, no colleges were going to notice us ever, not even the few players who actually mattered like Finn Hudson or Noah Puckerman, there was no way I would get noticed. So, for the first time in my life, I was standing in the choir room, in front of my Spanish teacher, Mr. Scheuster who had the strangest look on his face. It was a look of confusion and excitement.
I knew that this was basically social suicide, hell it was suicide, but I could sing and I wasn't a bad dancer. So maybe I could get noticed for something like singing… in Glee Club.