William McKinley High School was bursting with noise and movement as students returned from their long weekend. First period was in twenty minutes, and for students who were members of clubs, that was plenty of time to check in.
A particular student seemed more satisfied than others. As she strolled down the hallways, heading for her locker, she passed a familiar bulletin board. A tiny smile spread across her face as she noticed a blue sign-up sheet out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly, she came to a halt. Her eyes widened as she walked back over to the board. Her jaw almost dropped when her mind registered the blue paper's title: "Glee Club Sign-Ups".
"I'm sorry, but what the heck is going on?" Tina Cohen-Chang all but yelled, as she stormed into the Glee Club classroom.
"Yeah, I thought we already had the auditions for this year. What gives, Mr. Schue?" Sam Evans frowned as he walked in through the other door, with an obviously confused Brittany Pierce following close behind.
The choir room was full of displeased, uncomfortable, and puzzled Glee members. As the students took their seats, Mr. Will Schuester was busy scribbling something on the white board in front of the room.
"Regionals," Mr. Schue sighed as he put down his marker and motioned to the board, "Is an impossible dream for us this year-"
"What? Why?" Blaine Anderson cut in, a worried expression painted over his usually relaxed features.
"Well, at the moment, we don't have enough members to qualify as an actually 'Show Choir'," The Glee Club director explained, picking up his black marker once again, "But, if we were to grow in size..."
Mr. Schuester trailed off as he finished writing what he wanted on the white board, and moved to the side of it. Everyone stared in shock as they read, and in some cases, re-read what was on the board.
"F-Fifteen members in total?" Tina asked, not completely sure she read it right.
"Wait, so, doesn't that mean we need six more members?" Wade 'Unique' Adams questioned, hoping that Mr. Schue's handwriting as terrible and he meant to write a smaller number.
But even Brittany knew that the number on the board read fifteen.
"Wow, I mean, don't get me wrong," Jake Puckerman spoke up, "Glee's cool and all, but I'm not sure we're going to be able to get six more members this year."
From across the room, Marley Rose gave Jake a disapproving look. Not that he noticed though. Why would he? He completely rejected her last week...
"-right, Marley?" Mr. Schuester smiled at one of the newest members.
"Er...right?" Marley gave a nervous laugh as she blindly agreed with him. But almost instantly, Marley realized that wasn't the best response, because Mr. Schuester's smile dropped.
"Wasn't really listening, sorry..." Marley mentally slapped herself.
"I agreed with Marley," Artie Adams gave her a reassuring look as he continued, "We'll manage, we always do."
"I hate math..." Jake complained as he walked beside Sam to their first period class.
"Ah, yeah, I guess," Sam responded, noticing that the halls were pretty empty, "You don't think we're going to be late, do you?"
"Who cares, that class sucks anyway," Jake placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and walked in a more relaxed fashion. Sam merely rolled his eyes, before he saw a group of jocks laughing as they stood around a locker.
They weren't surrounding anyone, but it was obvious they were up to no good.
There, leading the group of football players, was Bobby Surette, Phil Lipoff, and a face Sam knew - not as a jock, but because he was in his gym class.
Luke Miles... Sam could easily remember him as the jackass, who liked to act tough. He had too many tattoos to count and Sam was sure he had seen him smoking under the bleachers more than three times a week. Worse part, he was only a sophomore.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Sam called out to the group of troublemakers, as he walked over. Jake mentally cursed at Sam for being a good guy, and followed after him.
"Well, well, well," Bobby smirked as the group and himself turned to face the Glee Club duo, "If it isn't Lady Lips and the puss traitor."
Phil high-fived Bobby as the rest of their 'posse' laughed at the duo.
"That's not even originally, you got that from Azimio," Sam pointed out, feeling frustrated that his old nickname was still floating around.
"Yeah, and who the hell do you think you are?" Jake barked, moving closer to Bobby, "You couldn't last a minute in a fight with me."
"You wanna bet?" Bobby hissed, advancing towards Jake.
"Oh, snap, looks like we got a fight coming!" Phil announced with excitement. The other jocks cheered Bobby on, while Luke took a step back from the scene. Sam noticed but said nothing. Instead, he got ready to back up Jake, in case they decided to make it a 'Jake vs. Everyone' fight.
Suddenly, a loud thud came from a nearby locker. The jocks only laughed, while Sam and Jake stared at the locker in confusion. Another loud bang came from the locker, but this time, and muffed noise could be heard.
"Please, tell me you guys didn't stuff someone in that locker," Sam sighed, as the laughter from the group was the only answer needed.
"The faggot deserved it!" Bobby laughed.
"Assholes!" Jake yelled as he threw a punch in Bobby's direction. It landed right on target and the sound of skin hitting skin pushed everyone into action.
Phil charged at Sam, knocking him back into the locker that was currently occupied by some unfortunate soul. Bobby received help from two other jocks, who held Jake against another locker while Bobby got in a few easy hits.
"Luke, get him!" Phil called to the sophomore as he tried to fight Sam by himself. Instantly, Luke jumped in and slugged Sam. His punch knocked the wind out of him, but he quickly recovered and hit Luke right in the eye.
The boy recoiled in pain, and Sam took the opportunity to punch Phil in the stomach. Then Sam rushed over to the occupied locker and released the poor student from his prison.
A small, bright blonde boy stumbled out of the green locker. He looked more than upset and flustered. Who knew how long he had been in that locker for?
He gave a weak glare in Bobby's direction, before he was shoved aside. Sam took a hard hit from Phil, who was originally aiming for the other blond, but was still pleased with the end product.
Everyone seemed to turn their attention to Sam, who was bent over in pain. Both Phil and Luke took advance of his state, and began showering him with punches.
Soon, Jake came to the recue of Sam, and together they fought off the jocks.
Well, actually, Mrs. Bletheim showed up and helped break up the fight.
"Alright, everyone, Principle Friggins' office now!" Mrs. Bletheim hissed, pushing Bobby and Jake apart. Everyone backed away from one another, and wiped either blood or sweat off with the back of their sleeves.
"You heard me, office!" Mrs. Bletheim scolded, "Now!"
"Wait, but we didn't do anything wrong!" Jake whined, as he was roughly pushed in the direction of the high school office area.
"Yeah, and he was in a locker the whole time!" Sam pointed out, trying his best to get the blond boy out of trouble.
"I don't care, Mr. Jake, you throw punches as well," Mrs. Bletheim scolded, "Maybe if you had decided to come to my class instead, you wouldn't be in this situation."
"Do you know her?" A girl in a Cheerio uniform asked Tina as they sat in their first period History class.
"Who?" Tina asked, looking around the room.
"Her." The girl motioned to student who sat in the back of the class.
It only took a moment for Tina to find her. She was hard to miss, actually. Tina's eyes scanned over her, noted the scar on her neck, and then looked back to the Cheerio.
"That's Demetria, right? Why would you assume I knew her?" Tina asked, but she felt like she already knew the answer.
"Well, I don't mean to sound…stereotypical," The girl began, "But don't all the goth kids know each other in this school?"
"Excuse me? First of all, I'm not goth," Tina narrowed her eyes, and involuntarily raised her voice, "And she's obviously scene, not goth!"
"Is there something wrong, Tina?" Mr. Schuester looked up from his desk at the front of the class. Everyone turned and stared at Tina, who looked over her shoulder and noticed that Demetriawas staring at her as well.
Tina sunk into her seat and lowered her head, "No, sorry, Mr. Schue…"
Although Tina didn't notice it, Demetria was smiling at her.
"Look, next time, just do as I say, okay?" Kitty instructed to an underclassman Cheerio. She was not about to let anyone ruin her cheering squad, especially not some freshman.
"Hey, Kitten, lay off," The co-captain of the Cheerios purred as she walked over to the group, "It's not her fault that she's about as talented as a table."
"Hey! I'm still getting used to this!" The freshman stated, frowning.
"Don't scrunch up your face like that, you look like a hag," The co-captain smirked, receiving a laugh from Kitty.
"You're the hag, Priscilla!" The freshman yelled, balling her hands into fists.
"What did you just say?" Priscilla growled, unconsciously bringing her hands to her face. No winks, thank god.
"Respect your elders, freshman," Kitty scolded, before turning to grin at Priscilla. But Priscilla was only able to give Kitty a quick glare, because almost instantly, the freshman took another jab at her.
"You're so old, I'm not quite sure how you managed to pass as a high school student, let alone be on this squad," The freshman smiled smugly, before going in for the kill, "Plus, all you do is eat. No wonder you're not captain, fatty."
It only took about thirty seconds for Priscilla's clenched fist to meet with the freshman's face. It took Sue Sylvester even less time to kick Priscilla off the field, and into Mr. Friggins' office. All the while, a pretty little smirk sat comfortably on Kitty's face.
"Alright, Ms. Motta, are you ready to recite your poem?" Mrs. Nash, the English teacher, questioned one of her most unprepared students.
"Uh, actually, Mrs. Nash," Sugar Motta cleared her throat as she put on her most charming smile, "I don't think I can do it today."
"And why not?" Mrs. Nash sighed, not wanting to listen to another one of Sugar's excuses.
"Well, I have to perform today, and I don't want to ruin my voice," Sugar grinned.
"Fine, tomorrow then, Ms. Motta," Ms. Nash stated firmly, and glanced around the room, "Who still needs to recite their poem?"
No one raised their hand. Some weren't prepared like Sugar, while others knew Mrs. Nash would eventually call on them anyway. But one student, in particular, was praying that she didn't call on them. Although, luck didn't seem to be on their side:
"Mr. Smith?" Mrs. Nash nodded, "Please, recite your poem."
"Well, actually…" This never happened, Jaymes Smith was usually prepared for his classes. He wasn't an overachiever, he was just very organized. But last night, when he got home from Sunday football practice, he just had to clean the house. Before he knew it, it was too late to work on his poem.
He didn't want to disappoint his English teacher, so he told a little white lie:
"I have to perform today, too, so…" Jaymes looked away, his face a bit flushed when the class broke into laughter.
"Alright, everyone settle down," Mrs. Nash sighed again, then readjusted her glasses, "What type of performance is it?"
"Uh… It's, um…" Jaymes panicked, he trying to think of something, but nothing was coming to mind.
"It's for Glee Club, Mrs. Nash," Sugar suddenly piped up with a smile, "He's auditioning today."
"Really?" She questioned, shocked.
"Yes," Jaymes took Sugar's offer with a grin, "It's for Glee Club."
"Thanks to you boys, I should get more chairs for my office," Mr. Figgins mumbled as he organized the few papers that laid on his desk.
"Mr. Figgins, this kid is innocent," Sam explained, pointing to the bright blond sitting beside him.
"He was in a locker for Christ's sake!" Jake exclaimed, causing the small boy to grimace.
"Mr. Richards," Mr. Figgins sighed, looking to the boy, "How many times am I going to have to see you?" Before the boy even had a chance to open his mouth, Friggins turned to the jocks sitting (and standing) on the other side of the room, "And do I need to suspend you guys to teach you a lesson? Bullying is deeply frowned upon here at McKinley, and I won't allow it!"
"Sorry, Mr. Figgins, it won't happen again," Bobby apologized, just trying not to get in trouble, "Please, don't tell Coach Beiste about this."
"Just go, it's too early for this…" Mr. Figgins shook his head and pointed to the door, "But let this be a warning!"
Everyone got up and headed for the door. There was some shoving between Bobby and Jake, but most simply walked out.
"Wait!" Figgins called after the boys, "Mr. Miles, you stay. And Ms. Daniels, you can come in now."
"Chikusho…" Luke cursed, as he walked back over to his seat.
Priscilla strolled into Mr. Figgins office and took the empty seat next to Luke.
"I'm going to make this fast, because I want to get to the teacher's lounge and eat some of Ms. Pillsbury's 'Congratulations' cake," Mr. Figgins stated honestly, "You both have been in this office more times than I would like. Therefore, I want you both to join Glee Club and be activate members, until I say otherwise."
"And if we don't?" Priscilla asked, looking quite uninterested in the whole situation.
"Then consider your next month a self-deserved vacation," Figgins smiled, hinting at a one-month suspension.
"Ugh, fine, when do we start?" Priscilla grumbled, rubbing her temples.
"We? You mean, you," Luke bluntly corrected, before he stood up, "I'm taking the vacation. See you in a month, Figgins."
With that, Luke walked out, leaving Priscilla and Mr. Figgins.
He didn't make it far, because he accidently opened the high school office's door in someone's face. Well, actually, it was more like Marley just walked into it.
"Ow!" Marley let out a groan, as her bottom met the school's tile flooring and her books hit the ground.
"Whoa, sorry," Luke apologized as he turned towards the girl.
"It's fine, I wasn't paying attention…" Marley spoke, as she rubbed her lower back.
Luke simply watched the girl. He wasn't listening to a thing she was saying, but he was watching her lips move. He also noticed the way her eyelashes framed her blue eyes.
A small smile spread across Luke's face, "No, it was my fault. Here, let me help you." Luke quickly bent down and began picking up Marley's papers and books. Luke studied a sheet of paper that he had picked up, which had music notes and words on it.
"Oh, thanks," Marley reached for her books, when she noticed her sheet music in Luke's hand, "It's for Glee."
"…Glee? Like Glee Club?" Luke stood up with Marley's books in hand, "You're a member of that?"
"Well, yeah," Marley beamed, thinking about performing and her new friends, "It's pretty fun."
"That's cool," Luke offered his hand to Marley, who nodded and took hold of it.
"Do you sing? You should try it!" Marley's smile grew as Luke pulled her up.
"Yeah? Maybe I will…"
"So, what class do you have now?" Sam attempted to strike up a conversation, as he, Jake, and the small boy walked through the halls.
"History, but class is almost over now, right?" The blond answered.
"Yeah, thank god," Jake laughed, more than happy that he missed Geometry.
"Can you stop saying that?" The blond hissed at Jake, who gave him a confused look.
"Ah, there's Mr. Schue's class," Sam said, pointing to a door down the hall.
"Oh, um, thanks," The boy smiled at Sam, his face turning a bit pink.
"No problem, I mean, it's pretty close to our class," Sam said.
"No, I mean for standing up for me and getting me out of that locker," The boy smiled more, laughing at the thought of being in a locker.
"Oh! Yeah, it was nothing," Sam assured the boy. For some reason, he suddenly remembered Friggins saying something about him being in his office before. He's not exactly sure why, but without thinking he suggested, "You should join Glee."
"What, Glee Club? Why?" The boy gave him a slightly awkward glance.
"It's cool and you'll make friends," Jake spoke up, noticing the opportunity to recruit.
"I don't know…" The boy looked away.
"Just think about it, auditions are on Friday," Sam said just as the bell rang.
Kids started filling the halls, and the once silent halls, were buzzing with noise. Jake nudge at Sam, a sign that they should go. Sam gave a short nod, and turned his attention back to the blond.
"Well, see you around!" Sam grinned as he waved goodbye.
"Yeah, bye…" The blond watched the duo retreat into a crowd of students, "Glee, huh?"
Well, there you go! This is just introductions, to show why certain people are joining the Glee Club. Auditions are next chapter, and I still need one more New Direction oc and around 5 Warbler ocs.
To everyone who entered an oc, thank you very much! If you want to enter a Warbler feel free, and if your oc wasn't mentioned in this chapter, don't worry! They will be in the next chapter for sure!
Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review!
- Cheeky