A/N: I should not be starting a new story on here... but here it is anyways... yay... :) This idea came to me and I just had to. Now of course it has a bit of glee in it, what would one of my stories be without that but the main focus is on my new favourite group Pentatonix! If you don't know who they are I suggest you check them out... and Avi's mine okay... just saying...

Chapter 1:

Breaking into a smile, the only female member of the Warblers spun around to face the rest of the choir. Clasping her hands together Kirstie squealed just a little.
"That was wicked guys, I have a couple of notes, but other than that we're totally good!" she claps as they disparate and Hunter gives her a strained smile that she takes for a real one and blows him a kiss.
With a tap on the shoulder the short not-so-natural-blonde turned once more to grin upwards at her best friend.
"It was wicked wasn't it," Scott holds up his hands for two high fives. "You have some really good ideas, I'm glad Hunter finally used one of them." He nods, and takes a sip from his water bottle, sitting down on the sofa.
Kirstie reaches down beside Scott to pick up her back-pack and pull out her own water bottle.
"I know right, I was so happy, and the thing is, it was one of the smaller ones, can you imagine the big ideas I have!"
"Oh totally, Mark'd have to learn to sing a little lower though. I mean you got the high notes covered, no sweat. But we all know Mark's not really a Bass, he's just the guy with the lowest voice."
Kirstie shrugs, chewing on the top of her water bottle, "You can go pretty low, probably lower than Mark. But you sing to pretty," she chuckles.
"Oh I do don't I," Scott smiles, pretending to flick his imaginary long hair.
"What you trying to do this?" Kirstie laughs, swinging her head so that her hair flicked across her best friend's face.
"Oh don't mock me!" he joked, trying not to laugh.
Hunter stepped up beside them, casting a glare at Scott. "You ready to leave Kirstie?"
Kirstie turns to him, "I'm kinda in the middle of a conversation."
"I gave you time, now we have to leave, we have a reservation and you need to change," Hunter glances over her quickly.
Narrowing her eyes Kirstie nods slowly, "Right of course I do, don't I."
"Yes of course you do, I just said that Kirsten," Hunter rolls his eyes.
"I heard you," Kirstie says though slightly clenched teeth, watching him as he walked away.
"Um... okay then, I guess I'll see you later, have fun," Scott says with half smile that disappears when she turns away.

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"You know you're dressed a little too casually. I don't know what kind of places you normally go to Kirsten, but you're dating me now and I only go to classy places."
"But what's the point in that if you can somewhere else and get the same thing for half the price, and not to mention double the food," Kirstie sighs, they always had this argument.
"Not that double the food is ever any good for anyone. Why do you think celebrities manage to stay slim? Well Kirsten it's because they don't eat boat tonnes of food like you do."
Kirstie stops walking, but Hunter doesn't. "Excuse me!" she calls after him, "but did you just call me fat?"
Hunter rolls his eyes, stopping, and barely looking over his shoulder at her, "I simply said if you keep eating the way you are then you're going to be, yes. And Hunter Clarington doesn't date unattractive overweight girls. So yes Kirsten you need to watch your waistline. No come along we're running late."
Kirstie shakes her head slowly, "Actually no, I'm going to go home and make myself as much grilled cheese as I can possibly eat without making myself sick. In fact I would rather be sick than have dinner with you right now. Good night Hunter," she tells him coolly and spins around ready to walk off.
"Whatever, just be at Warbler practice tomorrow, it's imperative you're there."

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"So he seriously said that?" Scott asks slowly, because he couldn't believe it, yeah Hunter could be blunt, but was he really that much of a douche: Kirstie wouldn't lie to him like that and he knew it.
"Yeah he did, I'm just as shocked as you are Scott. That's why we're going to be late today, and that's why I've got this large drink. I only bought the drink, but he's gonna assume I got the combo. I wanna see if he's man enough to say what he did yesterday, in front of everyone. Then I'm going to make a scene."
"Oh you'll make a scene alright… and everyone's waiting," he adds, getting quieter as they walk into the room and all the Warblers sternly watch them enter.
"Um… hi?" Kirstie raises an eyebrow.
Hunter stands up, "Scott take a seat, this won't be long."
Scott moves dropping his bag behind the seat, and sitting down, all slowly. Kirstie goes to follow him but Hunter places a hand on her shoulder.
"This room is members only."
"What?" she turns to face him.
"You heard me. There's been a change in… rules here. No one with a blatant disregard for their weight is allowed, as you can see Trent is no longer a member."
"That is ridiculous Hunter, seriously pathetic," Kirstie hisses at him. "You're kicking me out for what might…"
"You didn't let me finish. Now while yes, that is one of your less re-deeming qualities, we have another new rule: No females shall be a part of the Warblers. We don't want distractions, and women are that, you are that, and you are gone. Now do leave, I'm quite sick of the sight of you. All I can think about is the fats you've been ingesting." He turns to face the Warblers, and away from her. "And if it wasn't already apparent we're no longer in a relationship Kirsten."
"Oh, no shit Sherlock," she shakes her head, fuming. "Come on Scott let's leave, now!"
Scott moves to stand up, to follow his best friend out.
"Oh didn't I tell you, you got voted as the lead male Scott, the whole solo set is yours while we simply harmonise in the background. You leave and that opportunity's gone. And probably every possibility of you ever becoming a singer, and that is what you want? Am I correct?"
"You're not actually considering this are you Scott, you're my best friend, you're coming with me right?" Kirstie watched her tall blonde friend look between her and Hunter, her eyes starting to water a little.
Quietly and with his head down Scott says, "I'm sorry Kirstie. I think you have to leave now."

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A/N: There it was, I hope you liked it. Avi, Kevin and Mitch will come into it when it's their time, don't you worry your pretty little heads about that.

I'd like to get some sort of response from people so I know you're enjoying it, otherwise there is really no point in me posting it, plus I love hearing feedback positive and negative it's all good since I want to be a writer and am taking classes for it and everything.

Also I'm not a person who will make promises on when to update cause I suck at that, I'll update when I update.

See Ya :)