A/N: I've been a guest reading in on these stories for FAR too long now and I just couldn't resist once an idea came to me. So, without further ado, here's the story.
Everything prior to the story is going to be AU, but it's nothing to freak out about, it's practically the same story with a few changes here and there. I don't wanna spill too much or give you a dump of information to start off with, so I'll just let you read for yourselves to see it what goes down and what went down.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything Glee/Fox related. The only thing I own are the characters I've created myself (which haven't been introduced just yet but we'll get there) and they are: Mia Motta (with Jade Thirlwall as a her FC), Sarah Motta, and Carmen Vega (with Youtuber Ceejoffical as her FC), their sing-a-likes being the same as their FC.
Happy reading and reviewing! And please, do NOT submit characters in the reviews!
1
"You have got to be kidding me!"
The young, flamboyant, brunette male had paced back and forth inside the choir room that day after hearing the news, his black tweed and leather Oxford boots clicking at each step while his pale index and middle fingers were rolling up in the ends of his orange scarf.
"Kurt, relax, it's not that bad." Finn Hudson had suggested, resting and leaning his shoulder in between the doorways as he witnessed Kurt's rapid, restless, feet in action.
"Yeah, and besides, we've survived tougher situations when we were in Glee." Rachel agreed with her typical, optimistic smile.
"Are you two insane?" Kurt said, his voice raised at an octave even higher than usual for him that wiped Rachel's smile right off. "Without the McCarthy twins, we only have three members this year! Three! And don't even get me started on the remaining budget!"
"And this is exactly the reason why they came to me first." Finn mumbled to himself. He wasn't happy that Madison and Mason's dad was relocated in North Carolina either, but there wasn't much the three could do about it.
"Last school year, we only had Roderick at first, remember?"
"And I'm not sure what we're gonna do about the budget but we'll figure it out," Finn said as he walked further inside the choir room to wrap his arm around Rachel, "we always do.
The brunette couple then shared what was only supposed to be a chaste peck on the lips until they both found themselves too caught up in the moment, kissing harder and harder, their holds on each other getting tighter as they brought themselves even closer. Finn even added a little tongue, causing Rachel to moan, despite the fact his step-brother was still present.
"Um, hello?!" Kurt interrupted. "I'm really happy for you guys, really, I am, but if you could just leave that 'Fifty Shades of Gray' scene to E.L James and focus on the situation at hand, that'd be wonderful."
Finchel, as they were known, chuckled as they complied to Kurt's demand, waddling a few mere inches away from each other while Finn could still wrap his arm around his girlfriend.
"So, what now?"
Finn and Rachel looked back at each other for answers, their smiles forming into shaky, uncertain facial expressions.
Rachel sighed. "I guess we'll wait and see."
"You got the flyers and sign-up sheets ready?"
"Oh, right! They're in the teacher's lounge now, actually. Let's go."
Kurt lead the way to the lounge, with Finchel right on his trail swinging their hands simultaneously as they were enveloped together. The hallways and the other classrooms at William McKinley High School were barely occupied with teachers and other school staff members—after all, it was only one week left until the new school year begun and everyone had to be prepared.
The alumni walked in together, all jumping together because of the same, horrific, sight they had just witnessed.
"Oh, hi!" Principal Sue Sylvester said, though her smile didn't seem welcoming. "Didn't see you there. What's up?"
"What's up? What in God's name are doing?!" Finn asked.
"Oh, these?" she held up a small stack of differently colored papers, before tearing them down straight through the middle again, "yeah, we're cutting back on paper. Saves trees and money for ink to be put to better use. Wouldn't. You. Agree?" She destroyed three more small stacks of paper, the remains quickly falling on the ground and making a pile by the elderly woman's feet.
"Those were for Glee Club!" Kurt said.
"Like I didn't know that." She tore an individual piece of paper that time. "Without the understudies for Sharpay and Ryan Evans, or Janelle Monae the second, your second-hand club of delinquents is down to three members."
"I wouldn't exactly call it, 'second-hand', seeing as that we've made it to Nationals in our first year of coaching." Rachel said.
"And placed seventh. Not first, not second, not even good enough to be associated the top five meaningless extra curriculars!" Principal Sylvester reminded. "So Porcelain and Frankenteen, since you two managed to make it this far in our very sorry country's higher education system while Diva Streisand here thought that she was too talented for NYADA, how about you two do the math? Three members, a seventh place trophy, and three co-coaches who haven't even received a degree in teaching. How much money do you think the school's principal will allow them for their annual budget?"
"Every show choir that placed fourth through tenth wins an thousand dollar constellation prize. It may not be much, but, it's a starting place." Rachel said proudly. "Didn't Madonna only have $75 when she went to New York?"
"Don't you dare try to compare your failure to her success!" Principal Sylvester scolded.
"Glee Club will be here to stay, Sue, whether you like it or not." Finn said.
"Not if you guys aren't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked.
"Well, fellas, you'll both be seniors in college this year. I'm pretty sure you'll have much more important things to do than to choreograph a mediocre routine to every Journey song you can ever think of." Sylvester said. "And I'm sure if anyone wants to migrate back over to New York, center stage, it'll be Rachel Broadway Berry. Especially with the new revival of Evita coming out, I'd hate for you to miss out on yet another opportunity to bore me and the rest of Manhattan."
"Evita?" Rachel asked in awe.
"Rach!" Both Kurt and Finn called out, snapping Rachel out of her trance.
"Aren't you retiring this year?" Finn asked.
"As principal, yes. Then, it's off to plan B—taking over as superintendent and ruining art programs across the entire region of Ohio." At this point, Rachel's, Finn's, and Kurt's eyes were bugging out of their head. "Ugh, you all are starting to bore me."
With those eight words, Principal Sylvester exited the teacher's lounge as the other three stood idly in shock.
"We can't let her get to us!"
"I'll only be around three days a week once NYADA classes start back up. And the role of Eva has been one of your dream roles since you were in diapers, you may never get another chance at this." Kurt thought out loud. Rachel nodded along silently as Finn looked down at the floor.
"And I'd like to get my master's degree and go to Teacher's College at Columbia next year." Finn admitted.
The three then heard a male voice by the door say, "¿Qué pasó?"
Their assumption of who had spoken was correct, it was indeed Sr. David Martinez, the Spanish teacher that replaced Will Schuester himself, before he had left to teach at the rival school, Carmel High.
"Oh hi, Sr. Martinez. Sylvester was just having another one of her episodes." Rachel pointed to the pile of destroyed flyers and sign up sheets and then at the trail of strips the blonde woman accidentally left behind.
"Talk about loca, eh?" David said with laugh that the others joined in on. "How is Glee Club?"
"Not so good, actually." Finn replied.
"We've only got three kids, a thousand dollars, and three coaches that all have pre-occupied lives of their own." Kurt said as well.
"Sounds like you guys need some help. I always figured you had everything under control last year."
"Last year, we barely scrapped by." Rachel informed.
"And who knows what she's got waiting for us this year." Kurt said.
"What if I became a coach too?" David asked, leaving the other three stumped.
"Do you have any Glee Club experience outside of New Directions?"
"Well, not exactly," David answered Rachel's question, "but I've got some great ideas. My dad was a music teacher and he managed the band I was in with my brothers."
All three of the alumni perked up to what they thought to be music in their ears.
"Rachel and I were actually in a cover band ourselves, Pamela Lansbury. What kind of music did you guys play?"
"Yeah, what were you called? Did you have stage name?" Finn also asked, only to receive Kurt and Rachel's questioning looks. "What? I want to know!"
"Chilean rock. We were known as Bacán Flaca." David hesitantly answered.
"Sounds cool!" Finn said.
"It loosely translates to awesome or great laziness."
"Oh."
"But I have the performing experience and I've been in Glee before with you guys so no surprises there! C'mon, what do you say? I've always wanted to direct a Glee Club myself!"
"It would be nice to have someone who'll always be around when we can't."
"And we could use a new fresh set of eyes for the numbers and routines. Our choreography is mediocre at best." Kurt added. "Rachel?"
"Well then, it's settled. As they say in Chile, ¡bienvenidos!" Rachel said, extending her hand for a handshake with her newest fellow co-coach, who gladly accepted with his right. David then shook Kurt's hand, and then high-fived Finn happily.
"I've actually got a few ideas that you might wanna hear."
"Great! Let's go!" Kurt said excitedly, before taking the man's hand and running off to the choir room. Laughing, Finchel slowly started to walk back to the choir room on their own, their hands gripped together like before.
"So, what're you gonna do about Evita?" Finn finally broke the silence, stopping each other in their tracks.
"What can I do? The New Directions need me, and I don't know if I'm even-"
"Rach, this is one of your dream roles. Fanny, Eva, Sally, Elphaba, Velma—"
"—actually Roxy," Rachel corrected with laugh, "how did you remember?"
"That's easy. You've always talked about those characters since sophomore year. It's common sense." Finn shrugged with his famous half-smirk. Rachel couldn't help but to reveal her pearly whites either. "I love you, Rach. But like Kurt said, this may be your only chance and I can't get in the way of that."
"Like last time?" Rachel asked, getting teary eyed.
"Well, not exactly like last time. We'll still be together," Finn reassured, hugging and holding the short brunette in his arms, "we can make it work."
"That's what we said last time."
"We're adults now, Rach, we can handle this—so long as you promise not to blow this off or date another male prostitute."
"Hey!" Rachel called out playfully, slapping his shoulder playfully. "I had too much on my plate for NYADA and Brody was sweet guy, despite the skeletons he hid in his closet!"
Finchel shared another laugh and then a chaste kiss on each other's lips that time around.
"I love you, Rach."
"I love you too, Finn."
"So?"
"I'll do it! I'm ready!"
"You've always been ready." Finn reminded, before planting another one on Rachel's forehead.
"Oh wow, I better start rehearsing, it's felt like forever since I've sung 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' in the shower. And I have so many calls to make, so little time, this'll only take a minute! Tell Kurt and Sr. Martinez I'll be right back!" Rachel rambled quickly, running off to who knew where as Finn watched with a proud smile.
Rachel was meant to have her name in lights, and Finn knew that she would...
Later on that same day, a William McKinley alumna had strutted inside the school building with her younger half-sister walking alongside her, pre-occupied with her cellphone.
Sugar Motta hadn't seen the familiar hallways, lockers, and scenery since her graduation day and smiled at all of the memories that were beginning to rush into her head like a bull in Spain. The drama, the songs, the laughter, she wouldn't have changed a thing if she could.
Okay, well, maybe, she wouldn't have acted so bratty and spoiled in her sophomore year. And maybe she would've been a lot nicer to the New Directions. And maybe she shouldn't have "self-diagnosed" herself with Asperger's...
But why worry about the mistakes you've made in the past?
"Oh my God!"
"What?!" Sugar asked. "Mia, you seriously cannot be complaining about going to school here. All this time, you've been begging Daddy and Sarah to go to a public school. I swear, you complain more than me sometimes and that's coming from m-"
"No, not that." Mia scoffed. "Carmen just text me that Crawford Country Day and Dalton Academy are merging and they're now accepting girls! The second I get kicked out and suddenly, they're all going to school with the cute, Dalton, boys."
"How the hell did that happen?"
"Well, sis, most of the buildings at Crawford are as ancient as hell and barely functional, but no one wants donate money to re-innovate them because they're 'taking away the school's history'," Mia said with use of air-quotes, "and if you add that on top of the parents who were hellbent on that one girl they rejected from the Warblers, it would only be a matter of time before Dalton Academy saved its own skin from the lawsuits to come."
Sugar shook her head in denial and laughed. "Why so cynical?"
"I'm not cynical, I'm realistic."
The two Motta heiresses stopped in front of the glass doors that lead to the secretary's and Principal Sylvester's office. The secretary's desk was left unattended while both Sugar and Mia could spot the blonde woman in her famous tracksuit read over a few important documents.
"You can do this by yourself, right?"
"If she's as evil as you make her out to be, probably-"
"Alright, bye!" Sugar said, before turning to head back to the limo. Mia rolled her eyes playfully and laughed as she marched into the office to see if all what Sugar had said about her new principal was true.
Before Sugar could even go out the door, her eye immediately glanced at all of the shiny gold trophies on the trophy shelf, causing the clicking from heels to cease. She stepped a bit closer to the glass to get a better look and soon she found it.
It was during the 2012-2013 school year. The first place trophy, surprisingly, was placed and standing tall. Neighboring around the trophy were pictures of the high-schoolers that took part in the Glee Club under Mr. Schuester's control. Sugar couldn't help to tear up as she saw a picture of herself and everyone else dressed in red and black during the last few seconds of 'Paradise By The Dashboard Light'.
"Sugar?"
"Finn!"
Finn jogged over to the young woman and gave her a bear hug that she happily accepted. "How have you been? I hadn't seen you since your graduation."
"Fabulous!" She said in a sang-songy tone. "How about you, Finnster?"
"Great, never better. Just trying to coach Glee this year."
"Glee? I thought Sylvester had it disbanded after we placed second at Nationals."
"Last year, Rachel, Kurt, and I managed to bring it back. We even made to Nationals!"
"Did you guys win?" Sugar perked up.
"We placed seventh."
"Oh," Sugar said, "well maybe if I was there, the outcome would've been different."
Finn laughed alongside Sugar. "So, you still go to the Fashion Institute of Technology?"
"Yup, sophomore year, mofos!" Sugar yelled. "They want me to work this year as part of the curriculum but Vogue said they were packed and everyone else aren't deemed worthy enough for my fashion expertise."
"Why not help us out?"
"Huh?"
"We need all kinds of costumes and stuff for competition, other performances, and maybe for a school musical if Sue doesn't try to shut us down. There's no way we'll be able to afford that and the other costs like gas, registration fees, and other stuff with only a $1000."
"$1000? Holy shit, you guys are desperate!" Sugar said loudly, causing a few teachers to peek outside their classroom to see where such comment was made. Sugar mouthed sorry to the teachers, then managed to catch a glance of Mia talking to Sylvester in her office. "Alright, I'll make you a deal."
"Go on."
"I'll make the costumes and even give you enough money for actually make something of yourselves if you do me a favor."
"Anything!" Finn immediately agreed. "Well, not anything, but you get the idea."
"You see my sister in Sue's office?"
"You have a sister?"
"Half-sister," Sugar corrected, "once Mommy and Daddy got a divorce, he met Mia's mom a few later and the rest was history."
"Okay..."
"Anyway, I'll help you guys out if you can get Mia to join New Directions."
"Uh, okay! Sure! Can she sing?"
"I actually don't know. But I know she can't sing better me, of course!" Sugar flipped her hair and smiled smugly, before receiving Finn's questioning look. "What?! Thanks to Shelby, my voice is like a zillion times better than what it was!"
"Can she dance?"
"She took a few ballet classes when she was younger."
"Any instruments?"
"Again, no clue. She might play the guitar but don't hold that against me."
"Well, I'll see what I can do." Finn said. "Can I ask why?"
"I don't know, I mean, Glee Club was totally amazeballs during sophomore and junior year, so I guess I just want her to be happy too." Sugar shrugged.
"I can understand that." Finn said, nodding his head.
"So do we have a deal?"
"You bet."
And with that, Finn and Sugar shook hands.
A/N: Oh boy, writing this makes me miss Finn and Finchel so freaking much, R.I.P Cory Monteith. );
Anyway, moving on from that, the SYOC info can found on the profile. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this short chapter. Chapters will be longer than this, of course, so don't freak. Did you like it at least? Please let me know. Feedback would be wonderful and if you could review on whether or not you'd be interested in submitting a character or two, that'd be great too! If you have any questions, feel free to contact me!
Here's what I'm looking for (again, more info can be found on my profile, AND no submitting in the reviews, please):
-11 ND characters (6 guys, 5 girls, maybe an extra for each gender in case I can't decide c;)
-Around 4 Warbler characters
-Around 3 Doves and a coach (a new, all female, acapella group, yet again, another OC to introduce c;)
-At least one female VA member and another male VA member (Clint's a senior this year)
-And minor characters if needed
Well, I hope I hear from you all! Thanks for reading! :D