This is takes place the Glee clubbers' senior year. Sunshine (Charice's character) has moved away. Sam is still there. He's dating Kurt. Finn and Rachel are on and off dating. Puck is...Puck. QUinn is Single. Santana and Britt are together. Tina and Mike. Artie hasn't gotten over Tina.
This shall be multi-chapter'd.
Once upon a time, I had a bet with Ryan Murphey. He said that if Jonathan Groff was straight, I got to own this corny idea he had for a show and a bottle of water. Now, if I won, would I be on here, writing fanfiction? AND THIRSTY?
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A tiny girl with fiery red hair past by the glee club sign up sheet and grinned. Perfect. I'm sure THEY'LL appriciate my talent.
She signed her name and drew a star after it.
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Four tone-deaf bimbos and a a rendition of 'Silent Night' composed entirley of belches after, Mr. Schue sighed. TIme was almost up for auditions and the opening STILL hadn't ben filled.
She walked onto the stage smiling, and feeling at home.
"Steffi O'Hara. Like Scarlett O'Hara." She smiled.
The glee club was simply in awe. She looked so much like pixie that they half expected her to fly around the auditorium and cast spells on them.
"i will be singing 'Easy to be Hard'. From 'Hair'?"
As if on-cue, her music began.
How can people be so heartless How can people have no feelings And especially people How can people be so heartless And especially people How can people have no feelings
How can people be so cruel
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
Who care about strangers
Who care about evil
And social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend
You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in
Easy to help out
Who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Do you only
Care about the bleeding crowd
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
Easy to be HARD? The guys thought as they moved their books onto their laps.
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Steffi enter the choir room, sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop. "Hey!"
Everyone simply stared for a moment, unsure how to react. She looked so tiny, yet so...mature.
She wore a LOW cut black tanktop, and a tribal print skirt that went to her knees. Her black TOMS wrap boot went perfectly.
She scanned the room, looking for the friendliest-looking person. She plopped into the empty chair beside Rachel, who had been saving it for Finn. Rachel looked at her like she wanted to rip her head off.
Finn rushed in, just as the bell rang. Mr. Schue looked at him and jokingly rolled his eyes.
The only seat left was beeside Quinn. Finn's eyes widened in anxiety.
Steffi noticed and jumped up, "Here, I think Rachel wanted you to sit here. I'm fairly sure in the two minutes I've been sittinghere, she's planned sixty ways to remove my head." Steffi smiled, showing that she was only kidding and sat down beside Quinn, who inched away.
"Duets. Sung by two people," Mr. Schue said. "Can someone gavie me an example?"
Steffi's hand shot up, "I'll Cover You from the WONDERFUL Broadway musical...and suck-ish movie... RENT."
Kurt and Sam's head shot up, "I like her." Kurt smiled.
"I don't," Rachel said suddenly.
Steffi looked over at her and looked on the verge of tears. "W-what? What did I do?"
"Don't pull that shit with me, Miss St. James!" Rachel glared. " I knew you looked familiar. You're Jesse's sister."
Rachel had never met Steffi her entire life. Nor did she know if Steffi was Jesse's sister. But their resemblance was obvious.
Steffi was in tears. "I was adopted by a different family! I-I only met Jesse and my biological parents last year!"
Mr. Schue walked over and attempted to calm the crying girl. "You don't need to give an explanation. You're not Jesse."
He looked up at the class, "To answer your questions: She has never been in Vocal Adrenaline. She is a freshman and skipped 3rd grade."
Brittany's hand shot up, "Like Mickey Mouse? But not Minnie. That whore."
Steffi's tears ceased. She studied Brittany's face, trying to see if she was serious.
She was.
Steffi tried to supress laughter.
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I have this entire story planned out. Just saying. BUT I would like to hear your ideas. Because I could always change how planned it.
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