Mr. Shoe- Himself
Sue Sylvester- Herself
(I put in my friends and I, just cause))
Rachel Berry- Not appearing, but taken place by me
Tina Chang- Taken by Lydia
Mercedes Jones - Taken by Amanda
Finn Hudson- Alfred F. Jones (America)
Curt Hummel- Arthur Kirkland (England)
Noah Puckerman (also known as Puck)- Gilbert Beilshmidt (Prussia)
Quinn Fabrae- Francoise Bonnefoy (Fem!france)
Brittany last name- Feliks (Poland)
Santana Lopez- Isabel (Fem!Span kinda also 2p!/ dark just like mean, okay?)
Artie- Matthew Williams (Canada)
Through out this entire story I mean American football. I'm American, so I didn't really think about it before, sorry...
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Regular school, in a regular town. William McKinley High School, to be specific. Just like any other High School, the populars ruled the school. Then, came the normal people, the bible bashers, the freaks, the geeks, the ones thinking about how to go from level 69 to 70 druid, and everyone else. Because, if you don't fall into a category you had to find one.
"You think this is hard? Try being water boarded, that's hard!"
Hetalia glee club.
Mr. Shoe pulled up into the parking, in his beat up car, just like every other day of school. He got out, trying to keep his coffee in his hand.
"Making some new friends, Arthur?" he asked the transfer student, from England. Who, just like every other morning, was being surrounded by a good amount of the football team near a dumpster. His eyes widened in horror, as the group of guys around him split for the teacher.
"He sure is, Mr. Shoe!" butted in Gilbert.
"Hey, Al, you still owe me that report on lo que hiciste el verano pasado." The teacher said, moving on.
"What?" asked the confused football Captain.
"What you did last summer." The teacher walked away.
"Almost halfway done, with almost all of it. Uh, Mr. Shoe."
"It's hammer time!" Said Gilbert, once the teacher was gone.
"Please, my mumsy made me these scones!" squealed the brit, holding tightly to the lunch bag.
"Wait" said Al flatly. Gil ripped the bag from his hands, and set fire to it.
"Okay" said a satisfied Alfred. Gilbert then proceeded to put the brit in the dumpster.
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Mr. Shoe proudly looked at the old glee trophies. The ones he held in 1993.
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Jessica glared into the quire room as a boy sang.
"Where is love?" he sang, as the teacher below him played piano. While instructing him, the teacher pulled of his sweater. The older man put his hand back, and hit the younger man's stomach.
"Sorry, son." he apologized. Jessica smirked at this accident.
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"Hey did you hear that Sam got fired?" asked Miss. Pillsbury, while cleaning off her grapes.
"Who's gonna take over glee club?"
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"I want to take over glee club." Stated Mr. Shoe.
"You want to Captain the Titanic Two?" asked Principal Figgins.
"I think I could make it great again. There is no joy in these kids. They feel invisible, that's why every one of them has a MySpace page." explained the teacher. The principal leaned back in his chair.
"Sixty bucks a month. That's what I need to keep this program up."
"A-and, you expect me to pay it?" asked Mr. Shoe.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to pay for it. We're not talking about cheerleaders here, Will. They were on Fox Sports Net last year. When glee club starts bringing that kind of presses to this school again, you can have all the money you want. Until then, sixty bucks a month and you've got to use the clothes and props you already have." Mr. Shoe hung up the sign up list later.
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"My name is Amanda and I'm singing- R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T take care of T-C-P. Oh!"
"Hello I'm Arthur Kirkland, and I'll be singing Hello, Goodbye. You say yes, and I say no. You say stop, and I say go, go, go!"
"Lydia B. Stereotypes song. I think I love you more, than the Japanese love tentacle porn. And, we should dance dance dance dance. To these stereotypes."
"Hi my name is Jessica, and I'll be singing Back to December."
"Fantastic, let's hear it." said Mr. Shoe.
"I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life tell me how's your family, I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good busier than ever. Small talk, work and the weather your guard is up and I know why. Cause the last time you saw me, is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses, and I left them there to die."
While each and every one of them got slushied while at the sign ups, they still wanted to do this.
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"And, I said to myself sit down!" sang Matthew.
"Said to myself sit down!" all the others sang. It wasn't a very good rehearsal.
"We suck!" declared Jessica, as Matthew's wheel chair crashed into the wall.
"It'll get there, we just need to keep rehearsing." assured Mr. Shoe.
"Mr. Shoe do you know how ridiculous it is to give the lead solo to "Sit down you're rocking the boat", to a boy in a wheel chair?" asked Amanda.
"I-I think Mr. Shoe is using irony to enhance the performance." suggested Matt.
"Really bad irony." concluded Lydia, while the others agreed.
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"Hey, Sue. Can I have a sec?" Mr. Shoe asked Sue.
"Sure buddy, come on in." she responded. Will smiled,and sat down.
"So, you wanna talk to my cheerios about joining glee club?"
"Well, I need more kids. Performers, and all the best ones are your cheerleaders. So, I figured some of them might want to double up."
"Okay, so what you're doing right now is called blurring the lines." Explained Sue, while making her sports drink. "High School is a caste system. Kids fall into certain slots. Your jocks, and your popular kids up in the pent house. The invisibles and the ones playing live action druids and warlocks. Bottom floor."
"Uh-huh. And, where do the glee kids lie?" asked Mr. Shoe.
"Sub- basement." Sue replied flatly. "If you really care about these kids, you'll leave them alone. Children like to know where they stand, so let your little glee kids have their little club. But, don't pretend that any of them are something they're not."
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Mr. Shoe went to go look at the sign up sheet he put up in the boy's locker room. All it read was:
Gaylord Weiner
Butt Lunch, and...
Penis.
Mr. Shoe thought it was the end. There could be no new directions.
"Even as I wonder." Wait, was somebody singing? Mr. Shoe walked around the corner over to the showers. "I'm keeping you in sight." No. It couldn't be. "You're a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter's night." It was. That voice. That perfect male lead voice, belonged to Alfred F. Jones. The captain of the football team. The most anti- gay guy out there. "And, I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might!" Mr. Shoe made sure no one could see him, and expertly hid behind the lockers. While, Alfred continued to sing in the shower. "And, I can't fight this feeling anymore!" Alfred pretended to play the drums. 'I suddenly realized why I had wanted to do this thing in the first place.' Thought Mr. Shoe. 'It was seeing the gift in a kid that they didn't even know they had.'
"And, I can't fight this feeling anymore!"
'It was pure talent. What I did then, was the blackest moment of my life.'
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Mr. Shoe pushed the small package of medical pot in front of Alfred. Mr. Shoe had gotten it from a friend, and wasn't planning on using it. Chronic Lady was printed on the front, so cops couldn't get upset.
"You wanna tell me how long you've had a drug problem?" he asked.
"I-I don't even know who the Chronic Lady is!" Alfred argued.
"Look, if it were up to me we wouldn't have locker checks."
"I've never seen that before in my life, Mr. Shoe! I swear! I'll pee in a cup!" Mr. Shoe gave Al a "what the fuck" look.
"I'll pee." The student repeated.
"It wouldn't make any difference. Possession is eight tenths of the law. And, I'm pretty sure that much pot is a felony. You'll get kicked out of school. You'll loose your football scholarship."
"Wait, I have a football scholarship? T-To where?" Alfred asked.
"You could land in prison, son."
"Oh my god." Suddenly the help the kids poster in Mr. Shoe's office, became much more prominent.
"Please! Don't tell my mom!" Alfred begged the teacher. Mr. Shoe sighed.
"Look, I see a lot of myself in you, Al. I know what it's like to struggle to make good life choices. But, I don't want to see you throw away everything you have to offer the world. I just expected more out of you, Al."
"We have two options here. I'm running detention now, so you can do six weeks after school." said Mr. Shoe. "But, that's gonna remain on your permanent record."
"What's the other option, Mr. Shoe?"
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"I got chills. They're multiplying! And, I'm loosing control." Alfred bellowed at glee rehearsals, catching everyone's attention. "Cause the power, you're supplying. It's electrifying!"
"You better shape up!" Jessica sang after him.
"Do, do, do!" everyone sang after her.
"Cause I need a man! And, my heart is set on you!"
"Do, do, do!"
"You better shape up! You better understand! To must heart I must be true!"
"Nothing left. Nothing left for me to do!" Alfred chocked out, as both he and Jessica stepped forward.
"You're the one that I want!" They both sang.
"You are the one I want!" sang everyone behind them.
"Oo, ooo, ooo, honey!" Everyone sang together. "The one that I want!"
"Oh, hell to the no!" Amanda screamed, stepping forward. "Look, I'm not down with this background singing non-sense! I am the star here!"
"Okay, Amanda. It's just one song." Mr. Shoe argued.
"And, the first time we've been kind of good." Added Arthur. Lydia stepped up to argue, since it is her specialty.
"Okay, you're good football star. I'll give you that, but you'd better bring it!"
"Let's run it again." Butted in Jessica, breaking up the fight.
"Alright, let's do it!" said an excited Mr. Shoe. "From the top!"
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Gilbert picked up a football, doing his signature laugh. He was targeting a freshman the walked in front of him, when he heard the coach yelling at Alfred.
"Hey, what's going on?" He asked as Alfred walked his way.
"Oh, I just have to miss practice Saturday afternoon." he nervously laughed off. "My mom, I gotta help her cook, and do things."
"Why?" Gilbert asked. "She's not even your mom, you're a nation remember.
"She's been like one to me. All I have are these last years of high school, then I have to leave her."
"Yeah, well we all gotta have fake parents. Mine suck, but I don't actually care about them."
"Well, she's as close of a mom as I'll ever have."
"Anyways, what's wrong with her?"
"Oh, she uh. Just had, uh, surgery." Alfred said, thinking he had gotten out of it.
"What kind of surgery?" Gil asked.
"Had to have her prostate. Yeah." Alfred said. Gilbert nodded.
"That's a tough break."
"Yeah." Said Al, dismissing the subject.
"You think this is hard? I'm living with hepatitis! That's hard!" They heard Coach Sue scream.
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"Chicks don't have prostates!" Gil yelled at Al, as he walked out of rehearsals. Al looked at all the guys around him, clutching paint ball guns. "I looked it up. You broke the rules! And, for that you must be punished." Everyone around Alfred held up their guns.
"W-Wait! You've got the power here! You don't have to do this!" Alfred argued, while backing up against a wall. Before he knew it, Alfred was covered in green paint and shells.
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"You're leaving us? W-When?" Matthew asked Mr. Shoe.
"I left a two weeks notice. But, I promise you guys I'll find a great replacement before I go." Mr. Shoe breathed, standing in the cold auditorium. What other choice did he have? He wife was pregnant, and they couldn't provide with a teacher's salary. They could barley provide now. He had to become an accountant. End of story.
"Is this because those kids we saw last week were so good. Then , we can work harder." Protested Amanda.
"This isn't fair, Mr. Shoe, we can't do this without you." Jessica said.
"Well-" began Lydia, before everyone shushed her.
"So, does that mean that I don't have to be in the club anymore?" Alfred asked.
"This isn't about you guys." explained Mr. Shoe. "Being an adult is about having to make difficult choices. Sorta like high school, but sometimes you have to give up the things that you love. One day you guys are gonna grow up and understand that. I have loved being your teacher." Mr. Shoe turned his back to the group of kids, and walked away. All of them watched with sad faces as he left he auditorium.
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Alfred closed his locker, only to find Jessica looking at him.
"Didn't see you at glee club today." She said flatly.
"That still happening?" He asked.
"I've taken over."
"Oh."
"I'm intern director, but I expect the position will become permanent." Francoise walked over with Isabel.
"Hi Al." She said. Francoise turned Jessica's way. "Group call." She turned back to Alfred. "What are you doing talking to her?"
"I-I" Alfred stuttered.
"Science project." Jessica interjected. "We're partners."
"Study session tonight, my house." Said Francoise, walking off.
"That's great." Said Al, clearly staring at her butt. "Look I should go." He said. "I can't do glee anymore, it conflicts with-"
"Your reputation?" Jessica asked. "You've really got something, Al. And, you're throwing it away."
"Look, I'm gonna be late."
"You can't keep worrying about what people think of it. You're better than all of them." Jessica walked off, to her next class.
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"What do you want me to do? Apologize?" asked Gil, as he and Alfred walked off the football field. "That's unawesome. Look, if I joined the flag team. You'd beat the crap outta me. I just don't understand why you did it!"
"Mr. Shoe told me he'd give me enough extra credit to pass Spanish if I joined the club, okay? I didn't have a choice. If I failed another class I'd be off the team. Look, it's over. Okay? I quit. Anything else?" "That's it, and as a welcome back to the world of the normal. I got you a present." Gil walked off. Alfred heard distressed cries for help.
"What's that noise?" he asked, before following. The rest of the team stood laughing by the porta-potties.
"Is someone in there?" Alfred asked.
"We got that wheel chair kid inside." Alfred knew they meant Matthew, the boy who was also Canada. He was pretending to be in a wheel chair for some reason, while all the nations went through school. Usually Alfred wouldn't mind, because he would forget who it was. But, glee club made him like Matthew. "We're gonna flip it." Gil laughed.
"Isn't that kind of dangerous?" Alfred insisted.
"He's already a cripple!" One of the kids suggested. Alfred could see Gil frown a little, since he knew Matthew was just playing a part. Alfred shook his head, and opened up the porta-potty.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Matthew whispered, while being wheeled out by Alfred. "My god the smell." Matthew muttered. "Al, you need to ban these things from your country."
"What the hell, dude!" someone yelled.
"I can't believe you're helping out this loser!" came another call.
"You don't get it, man. We're all losers. Everyone in this school. No, everyone in this town! So, I'm going to try and be the hero." Alfred turned to wheel Matthew away. Alfred began to remember why all the nations came here. They all thought it essential to have a common knowledge, and since America's school's were the easiest they choose this one. They didn't come here to separate, and be hateful. And, while they were here why not make a difference?
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"Look, you guys these steps are not hard! I've been doing them since pre-school!" Amanda yelled.
"I'm sorry, did I miss the election for queen? Cause I didn't vote for you!" Jessica snapped.
"You vote for royalty! You bloody American git!" yelled Arthur.
"I know what I'm talking about, I've actually taken dance classes!" Amanda argued. Everyone got distracted by Alfred wheeling in Matthew. Arthur smiled, like it reminded him of something.
"This is a closed rehearsal." Said an annoyed Lydia.
"Look, I owe you guys an apology." Alfred placed Matthew beside Jessica, while Amanda stood beside Arthur.
"I never should have quit. I-I don't wanna be the guy that just drives around throwing eggs at people! I came to high school for a reason!"
"That was you?" Jessica asked.
"You and Pru- I mean your friends threw pee balloons at me." Complained Arthur.
"I know." Alfred said.
"You nailed all my lawn furniture to my roof."
"I wasn't actually there for that one, but I'm really sorry... Look , that isn't who I am. I'm a hero!" Lydia snorted. "Heroes don't pick on people, they do the unexpected."
"So, you're here because you think you're a hero?" asked Amanda.
"I AM a hero." Alfred corrected. "But, no. This makes me happy, and this is what I want to do."
"Artie, you play guitar. Right?" The Brit nodded at him.
"Think you could recruit a jazz band?"
"I'd get you a punk one sooner."
"All right!" Alfred exclaimed.
"Jessica and Lydia. We need outfits, and they've got to be cool. You think you can do that?"
"Damn, don't you see what I got on?" Jessica motioned to herself, while Lydia just nodded her head. She was getting a headache, and wasn't very happy.
"Amanda, you can do choreography." Amanda smiled, and nodded before sticking her tongue out to Jessica and Lydia.
"And, exactly what are you doing Ame- uh, idiot?" Arthur asked.
"I've got the music!" Smiled Alfred.
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"Just a small town girl." Alfred sang. "Living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere."
"And, just a city boy." Sang Jessica. "Born and raised in South Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhere."
"A singer in a smoky room." Amanda cut in.
"The smell of wine and cheap perfume." Arthur joined.
"For a smile, they can share the night." Matthew sang.
"It goes on and on and on and on!" Lydia joined. They all looked out to the empty auditorium.
"Strangers waiting. Up and down the boulevard. They're shadows, searching in the night. Street lights. People. Living just to find emotion. Hiding Somewhere in the night!" All of the members chorused. Mr. Shoe walked in when he heard the kids singing from the hall. He stood by the door frame. Alfred ran over to the drums, and began to lay down a beat.
"Working hard to get my fill!" Jessica sang again.
"Everybody wants a thrill!" Alfred sang.
"Paying anything to roll the dice, just one more time!" The two chorused.
"Some will win!" Amanda sang.
"Some will loose!" Arthur looked up to Amanda, while playing his guitar.
"Some were born to sing the blues~!" They both sang together.
"OH! The movie never ends! It goes on and on and on and on!" Lydia and Matthew butted in.
"Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling! Street lights! People!" Coach Sue, along with some cheerleaders glared down at the club. "Don't stop believing! Hold on to that feeling!" Gilbert looked through the doorway at the group, ashamed of his friend. If they were going to go to high school, they were supposed to make it fun. "Street Lights! People! Don't stop~!"
Mr. Shoe began to clap.
"Good guys." He said. "That's a nine, we need a ten. Jessica, you need to hit the ones and the fives. Al, I think if you worked on it you could hit a high B."
"So, does this mean you're staying?" Alfred asked.
"It would kill me to see you win nationals without me." Mr. Shoe said flatly. Everyone smiled at each other. "From the top!" Mr. Shoe yelled.