A/N: OMG! I WROTE SOMETHING THAT'S NOT A ONE-SHOT THIS TIME!
Ha, sorry. Anywayz, this story is AU from Born This Way. Couples that are happening right now: Fuinn, Klaine, Luck, Davetana (and may I just say: EW!), and Chang-squared. These couples (minus Klaine, because they're FTW) are subject to change in later chapters.
EDIT: This story is now AU from 'The Prom Queen'. I'm too lazy to write a prom chapter.
EDIT 2: Forgot to delete Bartie. Sorry 'bout that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Scotty and his family.
"It'll be exciting!" She said. "You're gonna love Ohio!"
"Mom, it's a stupid small town in the middle of freakin' nowhere!"
"Please, Scotty. Just give it a try. Even if you do end up hating Lima, it's only for a few months."
"Dad, I'd rather listen to Justin Bieber on repeat for the rest of my natural life than go to another new school. Can't I go to Japan with you guys?"
"Scotty, you know that you're too young to join the relief effort. C'mon! It's a chance to start anew! You can make new friends, join new clubs, you might even find a girlfriend!"
I swallowed hard. I really wished he hadn't brought that up.
Quit being such a wuss, Scotty! They're your parents! They need to know this!
"Uh, a-actually, guys, there's something I need to-"
"Oh, look!" Mom interrupted. "There's your Grandfather's house!"
I looked out the window. There was the old guy's mansion, right near the edge of the small town.
And the edge of the school district. Any farther and I would be going to Carmel High.
Instead, I was stuck going to William McKinley High School, who's most notable achievements were due to being populated with meat-headed jocks.
Great. This whole thing was flippin' fantastic. While Mom and Dad were running around rescuing citizens of Grandpa's homeland, I was stuck in a stupid small town, going to an even stupider and smaller high school named after a president who, as I learned in U.S History, didn't even do much.
And as if that wasn't enough, I had to live with my sister Nana and her bastard child, Yuki. Yuki wasn't too bad, but I didn't think I could take two months of Nana's utter bitchiness. Must… not… kill… Nana…
The bright side to all of this was getting to spend more time with my Grandpa (or as I called him, Sensei). The man may be approaching seventy on a spooked horse's back, but Sensei is the most awesome BAMF I know. Seriously, don't let his "Kind Old Man" demeanor fool you. He could kick 20 linebackers through a brick wall easy.
"What were you saying, Scotty?" My dad asked, jarring me back to reality.
"Uh…" I sighed. "Never mind. It's not important."
Since nothing very exciting happened next, I won't bore you with it and just move on to the next day. Which (of course) was Monday, and therefore my first day in Hell.
Let's see… 134, 135… Ah, here it is! Locker 143.
I opened up the locker and was promptly attacked by a colony of moths. I could've sworn I heard one say, "I'm free!"
"This school really should clean their lockers…" I muttered.
"Tell me about it." Someone said next to me.
A thin boy about my age with really nice skin and a slightly chubby black girl smiled at me.
"Uh… hi?"
"Hello. I'm Kurt Hummel. This is Mercedes Jones." The thin boy said introducing them, sticking out his hand.
"Uh, Scotty. Scotty Ingalls." I said uncertainly, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Scotty. So, first day?"
"Obviously." I said, gesturing to the bag of locker crap I had brought with me.
"Ah. Well, welcome to Lima, where the skies are grey, the grass is yellow, and it's boring as sh-
"Yo, Fancy! Chubby! New Kid talking to Fancy and Chubby!"
"Aw, hell to the no."
"Dammit. It's too early for this."
"Wha…?"
I turned around. Several large, beefy guys in letterman jackets stood in a large pack, the front ones each holding large cups of… something.
"Huh. I was wondering when I'd meet the meat-headed jocks at this school."
The jock in front (a large black guy who seemed to be the leader) grimaced at me.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that too hard for your pea-brain to comprehend?"
The guy opened his mouth in shock and turned to the others. "I don't know about you guys, but I think we should teach this new kid some manners!"
The others grunted in agreements. It wasn't hard to imagine them as gorillas.
"Oh, God."
"Brace yourself, Scotty."
"For what?"
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" A girl shouted.
The jocks stopped in their tracks. The leader cursed loudly.
"What's going on?"
"They are." Kurt explained, pointing to a Latina girl and a chubby guy, both wearing shiny red berets and jackets.
"Prepare for trouble!" The Latina girl started. Then she stared at her cohort. "Ahem!"
"I'm not saying it!"
"We talked about this! Do it now!"
"Fine! And make it double…" He muttered.
"To purge this school from deviation!"
"To save fellow students from utter desolation…"
"To promote the joys of truth and love!"
"To extend our reach to schools abroad…"
"Santana!"
"Dave…"
"Team Bullywhips blasts off at the speed of light!"
"Surrender now or prepare to fight…" (1)
Silence for a moment. Then the black guy yelled, "Dude, what the hell? Are you guys high?"
"Shut it, Azimio! You guys won't be slushying anybody on our watch! Now get outta here, ya cretins!"
"Like we're gonna take orders from a…"
Suddenly, Santana gave them a death glare that could've made Chuck Norris pee his pants. Needless to say, the bullies were gone in less than two seconds.
"Yeah, that's right, bitches! Run like the cowards you are!" She yelled. She then turned to the three of us.
"Hey, Kurt! Hey, 'Cedes! How are you guys?"
"Well, considering you just saved us from being slushied, I think we're pretty good."
The three of them began talking about things I didn't understand. I tried to keep up, but it wasn't long before I noticed the big guy (I think his name was Dave or something) staring at me out of the corner of his eye. Then Dave (?) saw me staring at him and did something surprising.
He blushed.
Not a lot, and if you weren't looking, you wouldn't notice, but I did.
As did Santana. Who immediately grabbed Dave's arm.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but Dave and I have gotta make sure nobody's getting harassed! See you in Glee! C'mon, dumbass."
Dave moaned as she dragged him away.
"Those two have the weirdest relationship ever." Mercedes commented.
"Okay, seriously, what the hell was that?" I asked them (I decided to ignore the staring thing).
"That, Scotty, was Team Bullywhips. They're basically the closest thing our school has to a zero-tolerance bullying policy. They only have two members, Santana Lopez and Dave Karofsky, both of whom used to be bullies themselves. You just met them."
"Ah. Okay then. What's Glee, by the way?"
"Glee Club."
I looked at them blankly.
"You know… show choir?"
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
"Huh… you're really sheltered, aren't you?"
"My parents made me read a book on peach farming for my last book report. You tell me." (2)
After school, I decided I'd check out the Glee thing Kurt and Mercedes were talking about. I mean, those two were pretty nice to me in the hall that morning, and Santana… well, she seemed interesting to say the least.
"Oh, hey Scotty! Guys, this is the new kid 'Cedes and I were telling you about!" Kurt explained, taking me by the arm.
"Uh… hi?"
These guys had to be the most mismatched group of people I had ever met. A Jewish-looking girl wearing an outfit you'd expect to see at a Catholic school sat in the front row. On her right, a boy in a wheel-chair was pleading with a lanky, vapid-looking blonde girl who was ignoring him. On her left, a blond guy with the biggest mouth I'd ever seen (except for that koi fish when I was three) sat avoiding eye contact with Santana. In the row behind them, two couples, one Asian, the other a freakishly tall brunette guy and a blond girl, smiled at me, both guys with an arm around the respective girl. In the top row, a guy with a Mohawk was trying to flirt with a large, punk/goth-looking girl, who wasn't having any of it.
"Scotty, this is Rachel (Jewish chick), Artie (Wheels), Brittany (Blond #1), Sam (Big Mouth), you've met Santana, Tina (Asian), Mike (Other Asian), Finn (Frankenteen), Quinn (Blond #2), Puck (Mohawk), and Lauren (Big and Goth)."
"Um… hi. I'm Scotty Ingalls."
I was greeted by various forms of hello and ape-like grunts. I took it as a good sign that they at least didn't despise me.
At that moment, a thirty-something man wearing a tie-shirt-vest combo with grey slacks walked into the room. He was handsome, I guess, with his curly light-brown hair and chiseled face.
"Hey guys! Who's this?"
"Mr. Schue, this is Scotty Ingalls. He wants to try out for the Glee Club."
"Yeah- Wait, WHAT? I never said that I-"
"Why else would you be here? This is a club for singing after all."
"Yeah, but…"
"Oh, you can't sing?"
I pressed my pointer fingers together. "W-Well, it's not that I can't sing, I just… don't really sing outside my help?"
"So? Last year, Mike didn't dance outside his room. Now he's the lead dancer in most of our numbers. C'mon, please?"
"… Fine."
Jeez… First day, and I'm already being made to do something against my will. And it's not even academic!
"Scotty? We're ready when you are."
"O-Okay!"
The band started to play. I waited the first few beats out, and then started.
"Caught in the middle of a crossfire,
Lost my balance on a high wire,
Trying to figure out what to do.
Pushed to the edge of my reason,
Everywhere around me it's treason,
I don't want to do that to you.
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky,
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore,
Or we could sail away forevermore!
This time, it's sink or swim
Sink or swim."
I continued with the song, letting the beat wash over me. Damn, it had been such a long time since I'd last sung. God, I missed it.
From what I could see, most of the club seemed to be enjoying my performance. At least, that's what it looked like…
"Take a deep breath,
No more time left,
This is what I thought I wanted,
Why am I afraid?
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky,
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore,
Or we could sail away forevermore!
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky,
Are we going down or will we fly?
This could be a shipwreck on the shore,
Or we could sail forevermore!
This time, it's sink or swim.
Sink or swim." (3)
The song ended, and I prepared for the worst.
Instead, though, I was met with deafening applause.
"Well, Scotty, looks like its unanimous. Welcome to the New Directions!"
I blinked. Okay, someone seriously should censor these show choir names (4).
A/N:
(1) I got this Team Rocket chant parody from ~pixolith on deviantART. It was too ingenious not to use!
(2) Before anyone asks, yes, they actually made him do this. He got a B-.
(3) Song is Sink or Swim by Tyrone Wells.
(4) Say New Directions out loud.
Hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading! I'll update as soon as I can.