Disclaimer: I won absolutely nothing, if I did Glee would be far different. It'd be the Rachel Berry Talent Hour with guest appearances by Brittana and Quinn Fabray. Or something like that.
Author's Note: This is a Glee Future Fic but the main characters aren't any of the existing characters. Some of you may recognize Izzy and Dianna (Izzy is Santana and Brittany's daughter, Dianna is Quinn and Rachel's) from some of my other fics but they're quite a bit older, they're in high school now.
This story takes place about twenty-two years after Glee. Brittany, Santana, Rachel, and Quinn are all about 39 years old and their daughters are 15. This fic will follow them as well as their fellow classmates and teachers.
Also, this is just a small quirk of mine and I know it's weird but I've "cast" actors for the characters in this fic. The roles are:
Brittany Robertson as Isabelle "Izzy" Lopez
Rafi Gavron as Grayson
Hayley Kiyoko as Veronica "Ronnie"
Vanessa Hudgens as Dianna Fabray-Berry
Nina Dobrev as Arianna
Felicia Day as Ms. Potts, Librarian
Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Mr. Mason Chance, Math teacher
A blonde girl sat silently in the back of the library dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and converses, her foot and pencil tapping as she engaged in an intense staring contest with the clock. Sitting a few rows tables ahead of her was another boy decked out in a black hoody with headphones down around his neck. He smirked to himself as he toyed with bits of paper, rolling them into small wads.
A few tables away to her right was an Asian girl with short black hair with blonde streaks throughout. She was leaning back, boot clad feet thrown up on the table in front of her as she balanced on the back legs of the chair. She was twiddling her thumbs and looking tiredly at the young red-haired teacher sitting behind the main desk at the front of the room. The nameplate on the desk read Ms. Potts, who sat fidgeting in her chair, unnerved by the silence in the room as well as the three teenagers currently occupying it.
The blonde leaned forward, doodling on the blank piece of paper in front of her. She depicted a tale of the hijinks she'd be getting into were she not currently in detention. The page consisted of drawings of large explosions and various onomatopoeia such as Blam! And Kazoom! There was a caricature of her with a jetpack flying from the school. When she finished she looked up at the clock and could swear it had moved back a few minutes.
'It wouldn't hurt to let them out a few minutes early, would it?' was the thought running through Ms. Potts' head as she looked down at her watch which read 3:35 PM. She was supposed to keep them for ten more minutes but the tension was killing her and the young man in the front flicking pellets of paper around the room was only adding to her anxiety. She stood from her seat, drawing the attention of the three anxious teens.
The dark haired girl let the chair fall back into place and moved her feet to the ground, the blonde stopped doodling but the young man kept flicking pieces of paper about the room. Ms. Potts cleared her throat as she stepped in front of the desk. "Excuse me, it-it's been long enough. Isabelle, Veronica, Grayson, you can go now." The boy at the front of the room laughed and stood, picking up his books and heading for the door, moving his headphones over his ears. The girl with the dual hair color followed suit, slinging her backpack over one shoulder followed quickly by the blonde whose messenger bag was already over her shoulder, in her hands she clutched her doodle.
In one last attempt to assert authority she said "I hope you all have learned your lessons." This earned her a loud chuckle from the short haired young man, Grayson, who just kept moving and a raised eyebrow from the girl with blonde streaks, Veronica. She just shook her head "By the way, it's Ronnie, not Veronica." she said before leaving the room.
Ms. Potts deflated, her shoulders sagging. Isabelle gave her a small smile, "Put a little more 'oomph' behind your words next time Ms. P. No one will take your tough act serious if you're all shaky." Ms. Potts nodded before moving back behind her desk and organizing some of her papers, "I'm afraid I'll never really get used to working with teenagers. You're all incredibly frightening."
Isabelle laughed and rested her elbows on the counter before her, laying her head in her hands, "You don't have to be afraid of us you know? We're not all ready to bite your head off. The worst we'll do is….well actually it can be pretty bad, so let's think of the second worse thing. Which now that I think about it is pretty bad too." Ms. Potts looked up at her over the rim of her glasses with a look of worry on her face.
"Why don't we just focus on all our positive aspects, like….most of us bathe regularly, we don't make it TOO obvious that we're not listening, and sometimes we'll surprise you by being nice." She gave the librarian a reassuring smile which did nothing to wipe the worrisome look off of Ms. Potts face but she gave the young blonde a small smile nonetheless. "Thanks for the advice Izzy but if you stay any longer it may do more harm than good, now get along. I know you don't want to waste anymore of your afternoon here."
Izzy left her doodle on Ms. Potts' desk before walking out of the room and into the empty hallway. She made a left at the corner and headed for her locker, stopping for a moment when she saw green and white. Before she could turn around a familiar voice stopped her, "Hey, where are you going you little deviant?" Izzy sighed in relief before turning back around, smiling at the brunette standing in front of her locker. "Damn it Dianna, I'm never gonna be used to seeing you in that-that monstrosity."
Izzy put in the combination and opened her locker as the brunette chuckled, "It's just a cheerleading uniform." Izzy piled several books into her locker before taking one out and putting it in her bag, "Don't you have homework to do? Can't do that without books."
Izzy rolled her eyes before shutting the door, "It's all done already, it's so easy. How the hell does anyone fail this crap? It's like they're trying to underachieve. By the way, it's not just a uniform. It's a symbol, a way of life, a pact with the devil. It represents all things mean and icky." This time it was Dianna rolling her eyes. She started walking down the hallway with Izzy on her tail before replying.
"Oh don't be so overdramatic. I'm still me even if I have this big green Q on my chest. You just need to be more open minded.", Dianna poked her friend in the shoulder, earning a scowl from the shorter blonde who shrugged and continued following Dianna's path.
"I'm open to the idea that right now you are the exception to the rule of the soul sucking cheerleader succubus but that the transformation may simply not be complete yet." She nodded positively as Dianna laughed, slapping her in the shoulder and hooking their arms together. "Well you wouldn't be you without all these crazy theories so if you can overlook me being a hellspawn in training I think I can overlook you being a total geek. However, I still think you need to read less. Knowledge is the enemy of sanity."
Izzy nodded and let her friend lead them through the hallway, "Maybe you're right, I should totally join the Union for Stupid Teens. I've been going about things wrong the whole time," Izzy slapped her forehead, "what was I thinking? Trying to get an education when I should just dumb it all down and join the witless! Idiocy is the path to happiness, you've cleared the rain clouds from above my head Di!" She clutched her friend's shoulder dramatically, giving her a forlorn look.
The brunette cheerleader shook her head, unimpressed by her shorter friend's dramatics, "Point taken Iz, calm down there shorty. I don't want you going out and getting all stupid, Kesha-Style. I just meant dumb it down so us plebeians can understand you." Izzy ceased her act and trotted along "Got it captain. I have a question for you, since you're on the inside now and all. Is stupidity a turn on? Is that why so many of the guys around here are all meathead-like?"
Dianna sighed and stopped, Izzy frowned up at her. "Hey, why'd you stop? Are you mad? I'll stop." The brunette shook her head and smiled. "No worries, I knew when I became a cheerleader it'd be open season for you and I can deal with that. Mostly because I've got enough dirt to bury you six feet under if you ever get too out of control."
"Oh please, you've got nothing." Izzy settled back against the doorframe grinning up at her friend. "Oh really? One hyphenated word Iz, Spider-Man." Izzy tensed up and groaned, "Ok, you've got something. So why'd you stop?" With a smile Dianna made a motion to the room before them with her hand, "We've reached our destination."
Izzy looked to her right and found herself looking right into the gym which was set up for cheerleading practice, the gym mats were set out and there were trampolines scattered about. Her eyes widened and breath got caught in her throat, "Oh no, I am not going to sit through your cheerleading practice Di, I can't." She made a move to walk away but Dianna caught her arm.
"You don't have much of a choice Little Bee, the busses are all gone and your moms will be mad you got detention again. So you walk all the way home, call one of your moms to come pick you up, or stay and watch cheer practice and my mom can pick us up and we'll just say you were waiting for me." She grinned and tapped her foot, looking down at the other girl, whose frown deepened. Her mom would be pissed, this was the third time she'd gotten detention for skipping class since school started. And it was only October.
"Grr you're sneaky. Nice to know your skills at deception haven't dulled since joining the cheerios. Fine, I'll stay. But know that I will be thoroughly pouting for the next hour." She crossed her arms as Dianna smiled and led them into the room. "Oh you're so cute, thinking practice only runs for an hour."
The blonde groaned again as she moved to the bleachers and settled near the top, putting her bag down and pulling out a comic book. Before she could get to reading she was interrupted when she sensed someone standing over. Sighing tiredly she shut the comic and set it down, "What do you want Arianna?" she addressed the girl without looking up. The slim brunette looked down at the blonde darkly, "What are you doing here? Not looking to join up are you? Because we already have enough guys on the team."
"Witty as ever Ari, I don't know what I'd do without your beautiful voice flinging insults my way daily." The cheerleader put her hand on her hip and scoffed "You should be honored you're even a blip on my radar. I have more important things to deal with."
"And yet in your busy schedule you take the time to talk down at me, how nice. Why don't you leave me alone and go make sure your panties are tight and high, can't have a moment where all male eyes aren't firmly set on your ass can we?" The blonde snarked, grinning up at the now huffing brunette. "Jealous that I get attention and you don't little girl? Don't worry, one day you'll find that very special boy desperate enough to date you."
"You would be the expert on being desperate wouldn't you?" Izzy shot back, now glaring at the head cheerleader standing before her. She could swear she heard Arianna growl before she turned to leave, stepping down a few seat before turning back to face the blonde, "Enjoy practice, try not to drool too much. We both know how much you love cheerleaders. Well, maybe just one cheerleader." She smirked and made it the rest of the way down the bleachers before joining the other cheerleaders.
Izzy fumed as she watched Arianna walk away, looking over to where Dianna was stretching and warming up. The brunette looked up to the bleachers and waved at Izzy who tried to calm down and waved back. She sat back against the bleachers and tried to go back to reading her comic, trying to shake off Arianna's last comment.
Outside of Quigley High School stood a brown haired man looking in his late twenties. He looked up at the large building and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Walking forward, he took in the atmosphere as he made his way to the front office where he looked over the counter at the bored looking secretary, "How can I help you?"
"I'm here to talk to the Principal, I'm the new math teacher, Mason Chance." She nodded and flipped through the file before her and waving for him to come in. He walked around the counter and made his way to the door labeled Principal Leonard Kelley. Mason stepped into the room just as Principal Kelley was hanging up the phone. "Good afternoon Mason, please take a seat."
Mason took a seat in front of the large desk and set down his messenger bag. "First of all I want to welcome you to the Quigley High School Faculty and say that based on your record I'm sure that you'll fit right in. I just want to make sure you know that your current position may not be permanent."
The math teacher nodded, "I completely understand. Right now I'm just filling in while one of your teachers takes her maternity leave but I hope you'll consider me for full employment." Principal Kelley smiled and nodded, the gray haired large man held his hand out for Mason to shake. "Well if you live up to your record I'll definitely think about keeping you around." Mason shook his hand before sitting back down, "Now when we spoke on the phone there was something else you wanted to talk about Mr. Chance. What would that be?"
The younger man nodded, clearing his throat before speaking up, "I don't mean to impose and I understand my position is temporary, but I was wondering if you'd ever considered starting a school Glee Club."
AN: There it is, hope you guys liked it. Some characters were introduced and there are more to come. Please review, I'd really like to know what you guys think considering this is fic will focus on original characters for the most part. Thanks for reading.