Full Summary: David Martinez had always wanted to coach a Glee Club, but never got the chance to. And after hearing about New Directions' recent dismemberment, he couldn't help but to do something about it. So, Sr. Martinez, with the help of one mutual friend, gives Principal Sylvester an offer she couldn't refuse to revive the Glee Club. Will the New Directions make it Nationals and place in the top three? Or will drama cause them to prevail? Hopefully that won't be the case because David and Holly's jobs are on the line and they can't afford to screw up their last chance...
An Author's Note: So here's my first fanfiction and it's a SYOC! Where to find more information on that will be posted below, so before you even think about posting a character in the reviews (WHICH I DON'T WANT, BTW), at least read to give this a chance.
AND HOLY CRAP, DANIEL FINN SCHUESTER, I JUST CAME UP WITH THAT NAME! OMG! I'M SO PSYCHIC, GAH! LOL ANYWAY...
Enjoy! Enjoy! :D :)
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Our Last Chance
Introduction
"Look Ricky Martin," Principal Sylvester began, giving the Spanish teacher a rather annoyed look, "you can continue to get on my ever lasting nerves about the train wreck that was Glee Club but there's no use giving CPR to something that's already dead. Glee Club is at a vegetable status and it's time to pull the plug once and for all."
"They were the first runner-ups at Nationals last year, that has to mean something, right?" the passionate Spanish teacher, David Martinez, reminded to the former Cheerio coach.
"Wrong, muchacho. Second place is just first loser and I simply don't have the budget for it anymore."
"Didn't the Cheerios get their own personal gym and fitness trainer this year...in Columbus?"
"The Cheerios are bringing in the big bucks, mucho dinero, senor, ever since my black doppelganger took over my former position as Cheerio Coach. And unless you can guarantee you'll win at Nationals, which you won't-"
"Guarantee a win at Nationals?"
"No, winning at Nationals at all." Sylvester verified.
"You're just scared that they'll be as good as they were before, or even better!" David called out, his lips curling somewhat into a half smug smirk.
"Oh please, the only reason that satanic cult were even decent was because of Barbra Streisand Jr. and Aretha Franklin the second. Since they graduated and move to the big rotten apple of the Barely United States of Communism, the kids just haven't had that nostalgic funky mojo." the elderly woman lectured, though in a very serious manner despite the nicknames. "Not to mention that Jheri Curl no longer works here."
"But Sylvester, por favor, if you just-"
"Forget it!' she denied, shaking her head no. "Game over."
David sighed.
"Fine." he agreed reluctantly.
Every year was the same with that bitter old principal, who had a vendetta against the Glee Club since one Mr. Schuester decided to give it life once again. But once New Directions were officially over, Mr. Schuester took a job teaching History at Carmel High. And guess who became the coach of Vocal Adrenaline?
Mr. William Schuester himself.
He didn't want to, at first, but after realizing they were offering more than double than what he was originally offered at William McKinley, he just had to take the opportunity to provide for his family; his wife Emma, who was still a guidance counselor at ol' William McKinley, and their new baby boy, Daniel Finn Schuester.
That left one David Martinez to continuously lose against Sylvester in a battle to once again give life to one former glory known as the New Directions. Emma tried her best to help but it was no use against the stubborn lady.
When he heard of the dismemberment of the New Directions from Will himself, he couldn't help but to try to do something about it. Kids out there needed something as therapeutic and friendly as Glee and now it was being canceled like a good TV sitcom while it's in the middle of its first season.
Since last year, David hadn't bothered to enter the Principal's office again to even try. There was just no convincing her.
Today was the start of the 2015-2016 school year, the second year since the disbandment of the Glee Club. Most of its former members had graduated and went on to do better things.
David Martinez walked inside the school building in a closed, long sleeve dark blue button up with black jeans, his black side bag hanging nearby his waist. Waving at all of his students and fellow employees, an unknown mutual friend had approached him, her black knee high boots clicking at the sound of each step.
"Hola, Señor Martinez. ¿Cómo estás?"
"Bueno, más o menos." David replied, signaling with right hand. "¿Y tú, Holly Holliday?" he asked, remembering her from the Facebook group they all were a part of.
"Good, I thought you'd never ask." she verified with her signature smirk.
"You're subbing on the first day of school?"
"You're looking at the new History teacher, sweet cheeks." she corrected.
"Congratulations!"
"Gracias," she thanked in Spanish, "but I'm also here in hopes to save Glee Club. The only reason I took this job to begin with."
"Good luck." he hoped, somewhat half-heartedly as he continued to make his way to the classroom.
"What's with the frowny face?" Holly asked, following the Chilean man.
David stopped and turned to face the new History teacher. "I've tried it myself, she won't budge."
"Not even a little?"
"Not even for air." he joked.
"If I know Sue Sylvester, which I do...barely, I know that Sue likes a challenge and the occasional adrenaline rush." Holly examined from the previous experiences she had working with her as principal.
"Okay?" David realized, not sure where Holly was going with this.
"Okay? If we want to have a chance at getting Glee up and running again, we have to give that bat an offer she'd be crazy to refuse."
"I follow you, Senorita, but what could we possibly offer?"
Holly's smirk only grew wider as David's look became a bit more furrowed, questioning exactly what it was that Holly was planning to do.
"Hey babe." one Bree Harrison greeted to her boyfriend, Emilio Garcia, or as better known as Corey, as she linked hands with him in the student parking lot.
"Hey." he greeted back before the two's lips embraced for a short peck. "Senior year."
"I know and I'm so ready to make every last moment count." the African-American Cheerio Co-Captain stated with a smirk, though Corey couldn't tell if it was genuine or in her typical snarky nature.
"Uh-oh."
"Relax, I promise this year will be different. A good different."
"That's what you said last year."
"And Rebecca made it out of the hospital alright, that was just an honest, Cheerio pyramid, mistake." Bree explained. "But if you can't trust me-"
"No, I trust you." Corey reassured as the "it-couple" finally walked inside the school building. She couldn't blame the half Latin senior, though. When the dark haired boy first moved to Lima, Ohio, last year, he heard all kinds of rumors about Bree's little shenanigans over the years at William McKinley when the two first started going out and talking and what not. And she didn't bother trying to deny or hide them (anymore) and came clean, explaining to Corey that she wanted to turn a new leaf.
"Good."
As the two started walking down the hallway, Bree's eye couldn't help but to spot one familiar face by her locker, lonely yet somewhat vulnerable.
"Hey, I gotta meet up with Wilde to talk about a few new cheers at the next game, but I'll see you later?" she made up on the fly, as if she just remembered, placing her hands on her boyfriend's chest.
"Yeah, sure." Corey allowed, before the two shared another peck. "See ya, babe."
"See ya." she said back as Corey walked down another hallway, leaving Bree's evil smirk to stare at her next victim. And she didn't hesitate to approach the blue-eyed, brunette senior either.
"Hi Marley, how are you?"
Marley rolled her eyes and continued to ignore the Cheerio as she got out a few notebooks, before turning the other way. Bree couldn't help but to chase after the brunette and step right in front of her, before slapping all of her belongings on the floor.
"Hey!"
"I was talking to you, Bella Swan." Bree reminded, only in a colder tone as her right, white, sneaker slammed down on one of her notebooks.
"Get off my notebook!"
"You must be so sad that I, yet again, effortlessly steal something you hold very precious to you." Bree teased, still wearing her bitch smirk as Marley tried endless to slide the notebook under Bree's foot. "Only this time, I'm not gonna sleep with your notebook and you don't have your stupid little Glee Club to go crying back to."
"What did I ever do to you?" Marley asked, trying to keep calm, though it was evident that Bree was winning as Marley's eyes turned red, teary and a bit puffy.
"Exist." Bree answered back coldly.
"Hey Bree!" another familiar voice yelled, getting Marley and Bree to turn at the sound of it. A blonde Cheerio, who wasn't afraid to lash it out when she needed to, or when she wanted to anyway. "Enrique Inglesias told me you were looking for me."
"Did he?"
"He sure did." Kitty replied in the same fake charade that Bree was so use to using, getting Bree to slightly frown. Kitty got closer, standing on the side in between Bree and Marley.
"So why don't you take your lying ass elsewhere and go bother some other poor unfortunate soul?" Kitty asked, getting right to the point. "No pun intended." Kitty then turned to Marley, who nodded back at her.
"Why are you even acting like you care about her? I heard, you were the cause of her bulimia sophomore year. You might as well have shoved your finger down her throat."
"Like your slutty tongue with Jake?" Marley asked Bree.
"Exactly."
And with no prior warning or hesitation, Marley slapped the darker haired Cheerio. Right. In. The. Face. She moved slightly, getting off of Marley's blue notebook.
Before Bree could even try to hit the girl back, Kitty pushed Bree back, allowing Marley to get her notebook off of the floor.
"You got what was coming to you." Kitty defended, standing in front of the pissed off African-American cheerleader.
"Now step off my stuff and leave me the hell alone!" Marley yelled, getting everyone else's attention around them;
"You two think you're so badass," Bree called out, shaking her head no, "but we're not done here. Your senior year, Marley Rose, will be a living hell and I'll make sure of it!"
"Can't wait." Marley replied, before Bree ran off to begin plotting her final demise.
"I can't believe Marley gained some backbone to slap the bitch out of Bree." Kitty complimented to her old friend.
"I'm just so tired of her bullshit." Marley confessed, getting teary again. "I guess I know what the b in bitch stands for."
Immediately, the two former Glee Club members shared a laugh that lasted for a few seconds, haven't had shared one in years...literally.
"I guess I'll see you around."
"Nice talking to you again, Kitty." Marley replied back, before the two headed down different hallways. Before completely departing, the two turned around and slightly smirked, before waving each other goodbye.
"Principal Sylvester." Holly greeted formally as she and David walked inside the office, twenty minutes before first period begun.
"Dear Lord, please tell me you two are in here asking for a raise that you'll never get and not about that Glee Club." Sylvester complained, throwing her reading glasses on the floor after being interrupted from writing in her daily journal.
"We want to give you an offer." David began.
"An offer that not even you could refuse."
"Continue." their employer allowed, David and Holly smirking at each other in success.
"If the New Directions don't place in the top 3 at Nationals, you have permission to fire us." Holly officially offered.
"That's it?"
"We're the only teachers here that even care about Glee Club, no one else wants to be bothered with it." David explained.
"Getting rid of us gets rid of any hope the future of Glee has." Holly added.
"Okay, what if you actually placed in the top three?"
"You add two-thousand dollars to their budget next year." David answered.
"No way in hell! Where am I supposed to find two thousand dollars?"
"You said it yourself-"
"The Cheerios are bringing in the big bucks." David finished for his partner-in-crime, smirking smugly and crossing his arms as he recited word for word what Sylvester said to him last year.
"Mucho dinero." Holly added teasingly. "Unless you're scared."
"Nonsense, Sue Sylvester isn't scared of anything. Not even death itself or Chuck Norris, my fourth cousin in law, once removed." she reassured, shooting up out of her chair and placing the palm of her hands on her desk.
"So do we have a deal?" David asked.
"You bet your ass we do." Sylvester accepted, shaking both David's and Holly's hands simultaneously. David and Holly then shared a hug and high-fived each other in celebration. "But don't think it'll be as easy as before."
"What else would we expect?" Holly asked, shrugging her shoulders as the two exited the office in total victory.
"I can't believe that actually worked." David replied. "But if we don't make it to Nationals..."
"Relax, mister, we'll make it to Nationals alright."
"We?"
"Of course, don't think you're going in on this alone. This lady's ready to kick ass this year." Holly stated proudly as the two continued to make their way down the hallway.
"Hey Mr. Martinez and Ms. Holliday, you guys seem happy." one Ryder Lynn pointed out as the two came face to face to one of the former members of the club they just revived.
"You will be too, sweet cheeks, after I tell you what we just did."
"What?"
"Your principal's giving Glee Club one last chance, amigo!" David announced.
"No way!" Ryder yelled out before high-fiving the two teachers.
"Find Jake, Marley, and Kitty and tell them to meet us in the choir room during lunch." the blonde demanded.
"Got it!" Ryder agreed to, before running off to class.
"Now what?"
"Now, we wait." Holly replied calmly with a smile before the two entered their separate classrooms.
"You've got to be kidding me." Bree whispered to herself by her locker, after witnessing what just went down between David, Holly and Ryder. In her eyes, the loser cult was coming back, which meant Marley, Kitty and the rest of the so called "losers" at school would think they were just as cool as everyone else, throwing off the social pyramid completely and ruining Bree's rule and a chance at winning Prom Queen for the rest of the Cheerios.
Something had to be done about this...
"Bree!" Sylvester yelled, sticking her head out off of the front door of her glass office.
The said Cheerio ran quickly to the office door to see what exactly what the principal could have needed with her presence.
"Yes, Principal Sylvester?"
"Glee Club is up and running again."
"I heard." the student complained, rolling her eyes in resentment.
"You know what to do?"
"Of course, Principal Sylvester." Bree reassured, her smile perking up.
"Make it happen!" Sylvester allowed before going back into her office.
"With. Pleasure." Bree stated to herself with her same, evil, smug grin, sashaying back to her locker like she owned the place.
Okay, so, the information of the SYOC will be found on my profile, or it should be uploaded on my profile by now anyway. What do you think? Worth continuing? Or should I just delete and start over? Getting some feedback would be wonderful, especially on how I did the characters and if I did them any justice. Or maybe I did something else wrong, I don't know, if you find any mistakes with in my writing do not hesitate to let me know (in an appropriate, polite, way please, there's a difference between negative feedback and just bashing).
Phew! Thanks for reading! :D
