I'm not someone who fits in here. Maybe it's the fact that I have blonde streaks in my hair. Maybe it's because I don't have a dad. Or maybe it's because I'm gay. My name is Faith Hudson and this is my story.

I had just started my sophomore year when one of our teachers was fired. It was Mr. Ryerson, the director of the Glee Club. I may be an outcast, but I'm not that kind of outcast. I prefer to stay by myself. I'm not looking for any sort of group to accept me. I'm good with what I am. Apparently Mr. Schuester, the Spanish teacher was taking over.

After school, I was taking a shower in the girls' locker room. Our shower was currently being repaired and I didn't want to go without showering, so this was how it was going. I began to sing a song to myself because no one was around.

I'm a still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a god that I don't believe in
Cause I got time while she got freedom
And when a heart breaks it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met someone that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake, she's no trouble sleeping
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even, no

What am I s'posed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I s'posed to say when I'm all choked up that you're okay
I'm falling to pieces yeah, I'm falling to pieces

"You can sing!" Someone interrupted.

"What the fuck?" I shouted as I turned the water off and looked at the person. It was a brunette, who was shorter than me, which is not easy since I'm only 5'4, and wearing clothes. "What are you doing? I'm taking a shower."

"How high does your belt go?" She asked me.

"My what?" I replied.

"You have to join the Glee Club." She urged.

"I am naked and you're in front of me." I pointed out.

"You were singing 'Breakeven' weren't you?" She asked me.

"You know The Script?" I responded in surprise.

"I haven't been living under a rock. They opened for Paul McCartney." She stated. "I'm Rachel."

"Faith." I stated. "I mean…go away."

"I'm not leaving until you sing." Rachel declared. I sighed and resumed the song.

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't break even

What am I s'posed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I s'posed to say when I'm all choked up that you're okay
I'm falling to pieces yeah, I'm falling to pieces

"You promise me you'll audition." Rachel begged.

"Fine, I'll audition if you leave." I agreed. She walked away and I finished my shower. At the risk of any other strange encounters, I kept my mouth shut.

So now I had to try out for the loser brigade all because my shower wasn't working. You know that Rachel chick actually does look she could be kind of hot if she wore different clothes. She still might be annoying.

So I had no idea what I was going to wear to this thing. My normal style consisted of punk, or as stupid people called it, Goth or emo. The next day in first period, I met up with my closeted girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. She wasn't in by choice, but because she knew that crazy Super-Republican parents would throw her out if they knew.

"So I'm trying out for this Glee Club after school." I told her. "Do you want to come with me?"

"No, and you know that I couldn't anyway because I have Cheerios practice." Quinn answered. The Cheerios were what we called the cheerleaders around here. I have no fucking clue why.

So there wasn't a lot of turnout for the tryouts or auditions or whatever the fuck they called them. I was tempted to do a deliberately terrible audition, but I couldn't because Rachel was here in the audience.

"Wait, there's one more." She stated as I walked onto the stage.

"What's your name?" Mr. Schuester asked me. I was in his class, though I guess because it was the beginning of the year, he shouldn't be expected to know.

"Faith Hudson." I answered.

"And what song will you be singing?" He questioned.

"'I Dare You' by Shinedown." I told him. I felt like I was on American Idol or something. "So I guess I'll just start."

Hello, let me introduce you to the characters in the show
One says yes, one says no
Decide which voice in your head you can keep alive

Even in madness, I know you still believe
Paint me on canvas so I become what you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire
Grab my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through fire
I dare you to tell me, I dare you to

So I hoped that I would be able to sing the songs that I want in this club.

So all in all, there were six of us. Besides me and Rachel, there was a flamboyant gay guy named Kurt, a nerd in a wheelchair named Artie, a stuttering Asian Goth named Tina, and a…I think they prefer bootylicious…black girl named Mercedes. We were a real ragtag bunch of misfits. The first that I noticed was that Mr. Schuester's song selections seemed to be stuck in the 90s and more of the Mariah Carey/Boyz II Men 90s than the Nirvana/Pearl Jam 90s.

In the end, it seemed like it wasn't going to work out. We just seemed way too dysfunctional to work as a group and I was pretty sure that he was ready to give up.

"You know I just wanted to belong somewhere." Kurt declared.

"Maybe we're not doomed after all if we can learn to work together." I suggested. "We can at least try one song. How about a song that everyone loves? Rachel and I will sing this one while the rest of you do backup and maybe some other time, we can have you guys sing the leads on songs."

I started the song off while the other sang backup. We had decided to all where red shirts.

Just a small-town girl living in a lonely world
She took a midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy born and raised in South Detroit
She took the midnight train going anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting up and down the boulevard
Shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice just one time
Some will win, some will lose, some are born to sing the blue
Oh the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on

Don't stop believing hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
Don't stop believing hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people
Don't stop

After that performance, maybe we can make this work.

Okay, so I did copy the shower scene from Pitch Perfect, but that scene was inspired by Glee in the first place. Anyway Faith is played by Cassadee Pope. So do you want her Rachel or Quinn? I prefer Quinn myself. Please don't forget to review.