AN: I do not own Glee. If I did, it would be extremely different and it would probably scare young children...

The characters here are of my own mind. So Yeah, I own them! :)

This is for the Forum - forum/Glee-RP/112115/

And I introduce you my OC's.

Maia Rune Odin

Ze'ev Einar

Asher Mortimer

Glee Fan Made Episode! #1

The hallways of William McKinley High were interesting in the mornings; by the time you made it your locker, you would either witness a)Sue Sylvester make some freshman cry for being within twenty feet of her, b)some Cheerio verbally abusing some nerd for even attempting to say 'hi' to them, or c) get a slushy facial by some Jock who believed the mullet was the greatest hairstyle known to man. If one was lucky enough to be considered moderately decent in the social totem-pole, they didn't have to keep a spare change of clothes in their locker for when of any incidents, which of course not many people were.

Ze'ev Einar stood by the locker he shared with a certain someone, watching as students made their past him, paying zero attention to the tall boy as he doodled in his sketchbook. Towering over six feet, Ze'ev looked menacing to the people who didn't know him; his body was mostly muscle, he had long, curly brown hair that reached his shoulders, and his facial expression was always a serious one. His left eyebrow and bottom lip were pierced with silver curved barbells, adding to the façade others had given him. Ze'ev didn't complain; the people who truly knew him knew how nice he was nice. The fact alone was enough for him to enjoy his school life.

Maia Odin made her way through the front double doors, an extra-large slushy in hand as she kept her eyes open for anything remotely exciting. Maia rolled her eyes at the people standing in front of their lockers; the majority of the student population living in the cow town of good ole Lima, Ohio wore excessive amounts of red, showing their pride to the football team, the McKinley Titans who hadn't really won any games in the last few years. The only amount of pride Maia had held for the institution that was WMHS was the time she dyed her Mohawk bright red, for about three days. Once Maia saw how excrutiating it was to witness the school's athletes do during a game, she quickly changed her hair color to her permanent shade of violet. But whatever, school spirit was school spirit; she tried.

Nothing head-turning happened in the five minutes it took the girl to reach her locker, smirking as she saw Ze'ev with his nose in his sketchbook. "I could slushy you and you wouldn't even know it was me," Maia greets, opening their locker, shoving her backpack inside.

"Judging by the way your lips are red, you wouldn't waste a wild cherry slushy," Ze'ev replied, shutting the book in his hands. "Unless you wanted to lick it off of my body."

"Keep dreaming, babe," Closing their locker, Maia turns her head, hearing the music coming from the Choir room. This week's assignment was about exposing your most inner feelings, whether they were happy or just plain doom and gloom; something along those lines. Maia never really listened to the Spanish teacher when he got all mushy with the emotions residing in all us human beings.

"Hi 'Z'. Hey Maia," a girl with jet black hair walked up to the odd pair, holding a gas station-bought burrito in her hand. Asher Mortimer had transferred into McKinley over a month ago; her first day had been terrible, before the first bell rang she received a welcoming 'slushy facial' by a blonde Cheerio. While the girl was temporary blinded from the freezing beverage, both Ze'ev and Maia had come up to her; Maia dragged her to the nearest girl's bathroom, cleaning Asher up and even offered the new girl a spare shirt Ze'ev had held while he stood outside the restroom. Asher gladly accepted the shirt and continued on her day, only to get slushied three more times. By the time her first week at McKinley was over, Asher had become great friends with both the Mohawked girl and the gentle giant. "You guys ready for Glee today?"

"Ready to rock the sh*t." Maia replied, not really paying attention. "Wait, what? Oh hey, Ash."

"I take it you've finally chosen what you're going to sing, Asher? Better late than never." Ze'ev shakes his head, laughing at how his Maia enjoyed listening to people sing more than what she liked to admit. "You still with us, M'?"

"Shut up, I'm not creeping if that's what you're implying."

"We should get to class; I for one don't want to get sprayed with Mr. Smith's spit because we lost our seats in the back." Asher waved at Maia, walking with Ze'ev to class they both shared, which was Geometry. "Don't be a stalker, Maia."

"Don't tempt me, I still have half a slushy here. I'll see you two later." Maia joked, waving as the two left her alone in the hallway. She would have stayed to listen to the girl-whose name she had yet to learn-finish her song but her class was at the other end of the school. As much as she hated her first period, European Lit, Maia knew how much of a pain it would be to have detention with the weird Math teacher who was unintentionally handsy with the students. Maia took off before the girl in the choir room noticed she had an audience.

...Glee #1...

By the time 4 o'clock rolled around, three students made their way to the choir room, hoping they were the first ones to arrive. The Choir room was empty, aside from the people in the Jazz band setting up their instruments and being in the connecting office next door. Ze'ev stood by the Spanish teacher's door; standing over six feet, the boy's tall frame was the opposite of his personality. He was too nice to ever use his size to intimidate others; Ze'ev believed kinds words worked better to get what he wanted from people. "Hello Mr. Schue."

Mr. Schuester looks up from the stack of papers he was grading, smiling at the trio standing at his door. "Hey guys, our meeting doesn't start for another ten minutes. What can I help you with?"

"We were hoping of singing our assignment before the others showed up." Ze'ev was still shy when it came to singing in front of a big group. "If it's okay with you, Sir."

"Your opinion matters most to us ," Asher Mortimer stated.

"Come on, Mr.S, we're totally pumped to show you our mad skills," Maia threw her hands in the air, showing her enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright, I'm nearly finished with these papers anyway." Mr. Schue got up from his chair, walking over to his usual seat at the front row. "Who ever wants to go first can start."

"I guess I'll go first." Ze'ev brought his hands up to his long hair, tying it into a loose ponytail. "Living with my mother was the greatest thing to ever happen to me; this song describes my state of mind when I first moved in with her."

-Wish you were here-

I dig my toes into the sand

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds

Strewn across a blue blanket

I lean against the wind

Pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment I am happy, happy

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand

The sky resembles a back-lit canopy

With holes punched in it

I'm counting UFOs

I signal them with my lighter

And in this moment I am happy, happy

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

Wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster

And I am not strapped in

Maybe I should hold with care

But my hands are busy in the air saying

I wish you were here

I wish you were

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

I wish you were here

Wish you were here

"Wow, that was really positive, 'Z'," clapped his hands, smiling. "Great choice for this week's assignment. Who wants to go next?"

"I'm up." Giving the sheet music to the boy sitting behind the drums, Asher grabs an electric guitar, strapping it over her shoulder. Making her way to the center of the room, she tells , "This is the song that comes to mind when ever I feel people give their two cents without really coming up with a solution, especially when I really need it the most." Asher immediately starts off the song, her fingers gliding over the strings of the Strat.

-Worth Dying For-

Set me off like dynamite

Strapped tight around my waist

We are the ones in competition

But claim this ain't no race

Let's go

Take a breath and explode like bullets

Tearing through the wind

Cut me up with a razor blade

Then try to separate the skin

Now when the white flames are burning flags

We found a world worth dying for, yeah

We've been battered so hard that

We don't feel anymore

Take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

So take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

Send me off on the morning breeze

So far away from here

Fill your eyes in the strains of thought

Outside the warm embracing air

I'm moving slow like a glacier melting

Watch me dissipate

I switched to love in an empty world

But all I found was hate

Now when the white flames are burning flags

We found a world worth dying for, yeah

We've been battered so hard that

We don't feel anymore

Take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

So take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know

Don't ask me how, I'm gonna solve this on my own

Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know

These things I'll never face, scratch out the warning race

The wreckage of a job well done

I saw a place I'd never seen before, yeah

And that morning I refused

To close my eyes anymore

So take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

So take me from this world

Save me, what if we all die young

So take me, so take me

"Very expressive, Asher. Great job capturing the intensity of the lyrics." congratulated. "You guys have grasped the assignment. When ever you're ready, Maia."

"This song is pretty self-explanatory, Mr.S." Maia hands the sheet music to the Jazz band; removing a microphone from the stand, she walks back to the center of the room as her song begins. Maia takes a deep breath and belts out the first word with all the emotion she can muster, tapping into the memory where the song makes the most sense.

-Simple Design-

Ohh

I live a chemical life

I'm on a mission to try

You went insane for the day

I'll have to show it away

My only option is gone

Smile as they break and they fall

You want a simpler life

You can't erase what was mine

Maia shut her eyes, the image of her last 'boyfriend' coming into her mind; it was simpler back then, before all the drama started because of what they weren't doing. Maia chuckles to herself, bringing her attention to Ze'ev; he was the only who knew all about 'them', about everything that went down.

You must be out of your mind

This was a simple design

You fuck it up every time

How could you leave me behind?

It's alright

It's alright

'Cause I know what you want

But you'll just have to wait

If I had it to give

I would give it away

I'm living it up

While I'm falling from grace

There's no way, there's no way

That I'm running away

'He' had considered them being in a serious relationship; he wanted her not to date anybody else, to be with him only. Maia thought differently; they were young, why should they rush things?

I'm used to making it worse

Made up of four letter words

You want to know what it was ?

Now isolated and gone

You fall apart at the seams

I'll never know what it means

Try not to pull it apart

Your aiming straight for the heart

You must be out of your mind

This was a simple design

You fuck it up every time

How could you leave me behind?

It's alright

It's alright

'Cause I know what you want

But you'll just have to wait

If I had it to give

I would give it away

I'm living it up

While I'm falling from grace

There's no way, there's no way

That I'm running away

You had to be the worst for me

I don't know what to say so let me be

An' now I find you've left me behind

I don't know what to say so

Never mind

Maia's eyes began to blur, tears threatened to fall but she didn't give in. Looking up she took a deep inhale; thinking of they ended because of all the arguements about how she couldn't commit, or rather how she wouldn't commit to a guy so young in life. She shakes her head at the memories; even if Maia never saw him again, he would always hold a place in her messed-up version of a heart.

(You're mine)

'Cause I know what you want

But you'll just have to wait

If I had it to give

I would give it away

I'm living it up

While I'm falling from grace

There's no way

There's no way

That I'm running away

(There's no way)

There's no way

That I'm running away

There's no way, there's no way

That I'm running away

(Yaa)

(Yaa)

"Who was the song about, Maia?" Mr. Schue asked once Maia had ended her song. He noticed the tears on the girl's face but didn't say anything about it; the Spanish teacher knew she would leave before the meeting officially started if he pressed too hard.

"Some boy; pretty pathetic, right?" Maia replied. The sound of sneakers hitting tile causes her to look up; she didn't say anything else as the rest of the Glee Clubbers started entering the choir room.