This is my first fan fiction ever. Its a revisionist/alt universe story. So please give me feedback on whether this sucks or not! Its pretty short, I just wanted to see how my writing would be received before I continue :) A lot more to come if you enjoy this.
FOX and Ryan Murphy own all rights to Glee and its characters. I'm just changing them to my liking.
Chapter One: Mr. Schuester
"I can't deal with you anymore Terri! You used to care for me! Do you even still love me?" I yelled. I stared into her eyes waiting for a response, waiting for anything that could salvage what probably couldn't be saved.
Terri, though agitated, showed no signs of caring, "Its always about you Will! So, its my fault that you haven't been sleeping with me and I ran into another man's arms. I mean, we're still living in this crappy house with no upward mobility. I have dark circles under my eyes, Will! I can't live in a two bedroom anymore."
"I'm not quitting my job! I like teaching! And I'm good at it!"
"Big deal, Will! You teach Spanish! Any Mexican in front of Home Depot can do that."
"I'm helping these kids! It's the only thing in my life that I've gotten right. The only thing that makes me feel alive." I glared at Terri, tears slowly forming in my eyes. "We used to be happy. What happen to us?" I sat down on one of the dining room chairs.
"Us?.. What happen to you, Will?" Terri grabbed her purse on the counter and stormed out the front door, slamming it behind her.
I stare at the door, almost wishing that she would come back. Tears filled my eyes, pouring down my cheeks and I let my head collapse into my hands.
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you… I blasted the radio on my way to work and let my woes come out through song. Ever since being in my high school glee club, I've let music help me get through life. Music can fill up your soul and take you away to a better place. And today I need music.
I pulled into my usual parking spot, grabbed my leather shoulder bag and made my way into McKinley High. It was your typical suburban high school, uniformed architecture, well kept grounds, and kids… students, hundreds of them moving about. But this school holds a special place for me, it was my high school, and I wish I was back in it. So, I did the next best thing, I teach there… and I enjoyed every moment.
"Good morning Fynn, guys," I nodded to the 'somewhat' star quarterback and what seemed to be half of the football team, wearing their varsity jackets, and a smaller light brown haired boy named Kurt, gathering around the trash dumpster. Strange. "Spanish test today, be ready!" I smiled at them and walked off.
I continued towards my classroom. I spy the trophy case, as I do everyday to class, but something told me to stop today. Aside from the many Cheerleading trophies I notice a tribute plaque for the former Glee Club coach, Lillian Adler. Below the picture of her was a quote, 'By its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy.' The memories of my former years in the Glee Club came racing back. Back when my life wasn't falling apart, but beginning a new. Life was so fun back then. Why do I feel like I've made nothing but wrong choices since then. Sadness again started sweeping over me. Sadness and regret.
I finally made it to my classroom, dropped off my shoulder bag and made my way to the teacher's lounge. Next to music, I also need coffee today.
"Good morning, Will," Emma Pillsbury stood up from the table she was sitting at, and smiled, "Come sit down, you look horrible. Anything I can help you with?"
Emma was the school counselor and my friend. She wasn't your typical beauty but man was she beautiful. I smiled back, "I'm gonna grab some coffee first. Want any?"
She shook her head, her ginger locks waved side to side, "No thanks," and pulled out her own thermos.
I reached for an empty mug from the dish rack next to the sink, grabbing a white one with the words 'I love Mondays' on it. I chuckled at the thought of loving Mondays… especially this one.
"What's so funny Will?" Emma asked, and I turned around, held up the mug and pointed at what was written on it. Emma laughed lightly, then I rolled my eyes back and held my index finger up to my neck and move it across, as if I was slicing my head off.
"Pretending to kill yourself again, Will? I have one word for you… THERAPY!" Sue Sylvester burst into the lounge, wearing her usual, a tracksuit. Today's color, blue. Sue was McKinley High's Cheerleading Coach. She was good at it, at least in her mind, but she has lead the Cheerios to winning multiple competitions and awards, including 6 consecutive National Championships.
"Where would you like this?" said a delivery guy who was directly behind Sue. He was carrying the largest cappuccino machine I've ever seen.
I ignored Sue and reached for the coffee pot.
"Here!" Sue slid her arm behind the coffee maker and completely pushed it off the counter. It fell to the floor, shattering into a dozen pieces.
"I was about to use that!" I stared at her in shock.
"I need room for this," She pointed at the cappuccino machine. "It's a donation. To me. From the PTA. They understand that as the coach of the only winning team in this SCHOOL, I need a morning dose of uppers to deal with the downers that is their children." Sue replied arrogantly with a hint of satisfaction.
"You can't keep doing this, Sue? You might think you're a winner, but you have no friends here."
Sue laughs, "I deserve certain perks for being… better. Stop annoying me and go back to flirting with "Little Red"… cause God knows you're wife doesn't care if you do." Sue turned around and walked out.
The delivery guy sat the machine on the counter and barely looked at me when he said, "Sorry." Then very quickly left the lounge.
I let out a exasperation of anger, "If only I could get my hands around her neck!"
"Don't let her get to you Will. She's a bully." Emma smiled at me, trying to cheer me up.
"Here, have some of my coffee." She motioned for me to come back to the table. I sat down and pass her the mug which I was still holding. She changed the subject to get my mind off of Sue. "Hey, did you get that Sandy Ryerson got fired?"
"What? What for?"
"Apparently someone came forward regarding him having inappropriate se(stutter)… intimate behaviors with a male student. I don't know what happened but he "put in" his resignation today. Crazy, right?"
"Very," I stared at Emma in slight disbelief, but slowly I began to have an idea. "Who is Figgins gonna get to replace Sandy as Director of the Glee Club?" I began to smile. Glee Club could bring joy back into my life. This was a chance that I was going to take.
I walked towards Principal Figgins office. I took in a deep breath, cleared my throat, and opened his door. With as much confidence as I could muster, I looked him directly in the eye and said, "I'd like to take over Glee Club."