Rated T for offensive language, mild sex themes, scattered violence, and drama.

I'll post author's notes at the end of every chapter.

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Calling Underclassmen

William Schuester walked through the halls of McKinley toward the classroom where he taught his prized Glee Club. His strawberry blond hair was gelled and curly, and he was handsome as ever. He wore a black pair of pants, shirt, vest, and tie. He knew that there was going to be a lot of drama since summer was over and he was back to face the cups of slushee that threatened his students every day. And of course, there was Sue Sylvester, the sardonic cheerleading coach that had it out for him since the day he volunteered to teach the club. And also, there was Emma Pillsbury, the adorable ginger-haired woman whom he longed to be with so badly. When Will was among his Glee students, none of the outside stress mattered.

"Welcome back, guys!" he said when he entered the room, and saw all of them together for the first time since the summer rolled around. In the very front was Rachel Berry, small and enthusiastic. The determined brunette was wearing a black knee-length skirt, white knee-length socks, Mary-Janes, and a brown knitted sweater with a unicorn on it. Beside her sat her boyfriend Finn Hudson, the tall football quarterback and not too far behind them: Finn's pretty blonde ex-girlfriend Quinn Fabray, wearing a pink dress and cardigan.

Also, there was Artie Abrams, who looked like he was wearing a new pair of glasses and the usual pale blue sweater vest. Brittany Pierce was sitting next to him. Her long, dirty-blonde hair was down, and she was wearing a dark blue blouse and a black pair of pants. A few rows behind her was Santana Lopez, who was wearing a fuzzy brown hat and an orange poncho. Blond boy-next-door Sam Evans was sitting beside Mercedes Jones, who was wearing a pink leather jacket. Tina, with dark eye makeup and dressed in a black sweater with a skull on it, sat beside her fit boyfriend Mike Chang. Noah "Puck" Puckerman was sporting his infamous Mohawk, and had his arm around McKinley former wrestling star Lauren Zizes. Brunet and blue-eyed Kurt Hummel was wearing a form-fitting white sweater that stopped at the knee and complimented his fair skin tone. He also wore a tight pair of skinny jeans, and his hair was combed neatly. A light violet scarf was wrapped around his neck, and on his feet were fashionable boots.

The students all welcomed Will back in response, and he felt like he was back at home. "How was everyone's summer?" he asked, and everyone spoke over each other. They were all saying something different. After Will let them talk for a few minutes, he said, "Since it is the beginning of a new year, let's brainstorm. What kind of material would you guys like to learn this year?"

"We should finally do some R&B," Mercedes volunteered.

"Country," Sam suggested.

"We took a long break from show tunes," Rachel pointed out. "I think it would be healthy to get back in to them."

"All great suggestions," Will said. "But since this is your senior year, we should have an overall theme. All of the music we learn should be similar in some way. It should all go together."

"Should we do songs about changing?" Santana asked.

"Saying good bye?" said Tina.

"Letting go?" said Finn.

"Let's write all of these suggestions down," Will said, grabbing a marker and keeping track of them all on the whiteboard. "Today we'll just brainstorm, and then tomorrow we'll come back and decide which one we want to work with."

So for the next ten thirty minutes, the students gave suggestions and discussed what kind of material they would like to learn during their senior year. Will noted every suggestion on a sheet of paper as well as on the white board so that he would be able to look over the choices when he went home that night.

When the class was over, Rachel and some of the other students said good bye to Will, and then he stood in the class for a few more minutes, gathering his things. As he did so, Sue Sylvester entered the room wearing her usual blue tracksuit.

"Hey, buddy," she said, crossing her arms. "So this is it."

Will rolled his eyes. "This is what, Sue?"

"This is the last year you'll be able to teach your orgy of depraved Glee Club kids," Sue reminded him. "Of course, you'll probably get a new batch next year… unless something happens so that McKinley doesn't have a Glee Club next year. But if I'm not so fortunate, you'll have a new gang of kids, and you're gonna miss your old ones."

Will sighed. "You're right, Sue. I'm going to miss this group very much when they go. But they're not gone yet. I still have another year with them. This is only the beginning of their senior year, and I plan to make it memorable for them."

Sue nodded. "I would be listening to what you were saying if I wasn't so distracted by the disgusting aroma coming from the top of your head. How many cheap bottles of hair gel have ya got in there, William? Smells like ya poured a whole bucket."

Will rolled his eyes again, and said, "Have a good day, Sue."

"You too, pal," she said when he walked by her out the door.

As Will walked down the hallway he thought about what Sue had said. She was right. Even though this was only the beginning of his student's senior year, he knew it was going to fly by too quickly. He didn't know what he was going to do when they left him. They weren't just students to him. They were family. Each and every one of them mattered to him, and they all had a beautiful story.

During his lunch break, Will went to a computer and typed up a sign-up sheet for students that wanted to audition for the Glee Club that year. "It's so weird, but I've always gotten kids in the same class," he told Emma Pillsbury. "All my kids are seniors. I want to get some underclassmen involved, you know. I don't want to lose everyone I have at the end of the year. I want to still have some students that I can look forward to having next year."

"I'm glad you've reinforced that point on there," said Emma, observing the sheet. "Freshman, sophomore, and junior auditions are encouraged. This is great, Will."

"Thanks, Emma," Will said gratefully. "I wanted to know if you approved before I hung it up in the hallway."

Emma blushed. "I'm… glad you care so much for my opinion."

"I think very highly of it," Will replied, and then he went back to the hallway and hung up the sign-up sheet. He saw that a bunch of girls and boys had already signed up for Cheerios try outs. Will sighed. It made him so sad that these high school students were too embarrassed to sign up for Glee because they were so worried about what other people thought about them. Even though no one had even seen the Glee signup sheet yet this year, he still knew that was the way it was going to be. That's the way it was the last two years. And Will couldn't blame the students that felt that way. If he was in their place right now, he would think just as they did. If only they could see what the students in Glee Club saw. He could only hope some people would sign up.

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"Fellow Glee Club members," Rachel said to the rest of the group while Mr. Schue was eating lunch. "It is day four of senior year, and not one person has signed up to audition for Glee except for Beavis and Butthead, who are both Sue Sylvester."

"Uh, there's one thing I don't understand," Mercedes interrupted. "Why do you care? You don't want anyone getting in on your turf and stealing your solos. I'd think you would be happy about this."

"What you said was very rude, Mercedes," Rachel said, crossing her arms. "I do want people to sign up for Glee. I know they won't be as good as me, so I have no worries. I know that they'll be able to back up my vocals."

Mercedes and Tina looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Rachel, if I may?" Kurt said, raising his hand. Rachel nodded, and Kurt stood up by the piano with her. "The best way to get people to sign up for Glee Club is to recruit. Find your friends from various classes and ask them to sign. They're far more liable to do so than random strangers we don't even know."

"What if we don't have any friends outside Glee?" Artie wanted to know.

"Some of us do," Puck said, standing up. "Don't worry about it, wheels. I've got enough friends to cover us both."

"You mean like a human blanket?" Brittany asked excitedly.

Puck looked at her for a moment, and then looked away at Rachel.

"Alright, I guess that's a good idea," Rachel said. "Those of us that have friends can start recruiting. And then once we've gone through our small group of alliances, start inviting on facebook, and if worst comes to worst, we could do another invitational."

"Those never go well," Artie muttered to Mike.

"All in favor, say ay," Rachel said, and everyone said ay.

"This meeting was kind of pointless, no offense," said Santana. "I mean, that was probably what we were gonna do anyway. It's kind of like common sense."

"Rachel called the meeting to hear herself talk," Mercedes remarked.

"Alright, since none of you appreciate my initiative, I'm asking you all to leave," Rachel said bitterly. "This meeting is now over."

"Finally," Quinn said loudly, and she left the room, glaring at Rachel.

Almost everyone left the room, except for Finn. He stood in the doorway and noticed that after she thought everyone was gone, Rachel sat down and started crying. Finn walked over to her, and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I don't know why everyone's so annoyed with me all the time," Rachel said dramatically. "I mean, I know I'm more talented than them, but I can't think of any other reason why they can't stand me. I only try to help them."

"They're all just jealous," Finn assured her, "especially Quinn. I like you. Everyone likes you. Just because you're irritating doesn't mean they hate you."

Rachel scowled at him. "Thanks, Finn."

"Wait," Finn told her when she grabbed her bag and started toward the door. "I know how I want to start off senior year. I want to do a duet with you."

"You wanna know something, Finn?" Rachel asked.

"What?" Finn said.

"I'm still waiting to wake up," Rachel began. "I just can't believe that someone as silly as me is lucky enough to be dating someone like you. Pinch me, Finn. I think I'm asleep."

"I feel the same way about you," Finn told her, and he grabbed her hand. Then he bent down, and she stood up on her toes. The two of them kissed on the lips. "I love you, Rachel."

"I love you too," Rachel replied. "So much."

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Will went over to the bulletin board the next day and saw that a few people had signed up for Glee Club auditions. The names included Bryce Dawkins, Riley Brown, Tristan Boone, Alyssa Moore, and Trey Jordan. He was so excited he had to tell the Glee Club.

"We may have five new members soon!" Everyone pretended like they were surprised, but they knew about the people that had signed up. "Auditions are going to be on Monday. I hope you're all excited. Have a great day, guys."

They were done for the day, and Will left the classroom. The students gathered.

"Alright, I'm going to start a system where I grant a gold star to anyone who has done a good deed for the club," Rachel said, pulling a sheet of stickers out of her pocket.

"Are we in first grade?" Kurt asked, making a face.

"Who recruited Bryce Dawkins?" Rachel ignored him.

"That would be me," Sam said, smiling. "He's a freshman. He's interested in trying out for the football team. While we were working out, I told him to join Glee Club. And he signed up, so I obviously convinced him. So I get a gold star."

"Whoo!" Artie said, applauding Sam as Rachel handed him a sticker.

"I found Riley Brown and Tristan Boone," said Brittany. "I flunked Spanish One sophomore and junior year, so I'm taking it again this year. And they're in my class. I told them I used to be a cheerleader and that I was too cool for it so I quit, so they became friends with me, and I told them to sign up for Glee Club. They kind of worship me. I would love to have a gold star. I want to put it on my forehead."

"Your wish has been granted," Rachel said, sticking the star on Brittany's forehead.

"I found Alyssa Moore," said Tina. "She's in my Creative Writing class. She told me she recognized me from Glee Club, and said she'd always wanted to join but was too shy to. I said that I would be friends with her, and now that she has a friend in Glee she decided to sign up."

"A gold star for Tina," Rachel said, handing her one.

"Trey Jordan's my boy," Puck said with a nod. "We were on the court playing basketball, and I asked him if he liked music. He rapped a Lil Wayne song. Sounded better than Weezy. I told him to sign up for Glee Club, and he did. Gimme that star."

Rachel gave him a sticker, and everyone applauded the recruiters.

"This is great," said Finn. "And Mr. Schue looked really happy."

"Alright, well, see you guys on Monday at auditions," Rachel said, and almost everyone left the room again. Except Finn.

"Are you sure you're not worried about the auditions?" he asked Rachel.

Rachel wore a twisted smile on her face. "Why should I be?"

"Because I remember what you did last year to Sunshine Corazon, and I don't think you're okay with all these new people coming in," Finn explained. "And I can't help but feel like you're up to something."

"I'm not up to anything, Finn," Rachel said, shaking her head. "But you are right in some respects. I am very nervous about these auditions. Sure; they don't sound promising. We've got two jocks, two preppy dumb girls, and one shrinking violet, but one of them could be good. And they might steal all my solos from me. I'm just pretending like I don't care because I want everyone to like me. I want everyone to stop hating me, and thinking I'm selfish. I don't want to graduate with everyone thinking I'm a bad person."

"You're not a bad person, Rachel," Finn assured her. "You just have a few flaws, but I really like them. I think they're hot. I just want you to be honest, and stop pretending to be something you're not."

"You don't know how hard it is for me," Rachel said. "I just want to be liked."

"We're in Glee Club," Finn snapped. "We're never going to be liked, but it doesn't matter. I would rather have my talent than friends, especially if I had your talent."

"Talent never mattered to you more than friends," Rachel said, studying him.

"Yeah, well, it does now," Finn said. "You inspired me, Rachel."

Rachel sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, but your inspiration has some different plans for herself this year. And when those underclassmen audition for Glee Club, they are going to think that I am the nicest, most likable person they've ever met."

She walked out the door, and left Finn standing there awkwardly.

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Monday came, and so did the auditions. Bryce Dawkins got up onstage and stepped to the front so that Mr. Schuester and everyone else could see him. Kurt Hummel stiffened in his seat, and his jaw dropped when he saw him. Bryce was a freshman, but he was developed. He had nice muscles, and dark hair, eyes, and eyebrows like Blaine. But instead of curly, his hair was in a ridiculous Caesar cut. If he let him, Kurt could transform Bryce from Warrior Chic to Warbler Fabulous in seconds flat. Kurt wasn't eighteen just yet, but he was practically a grown man, so it was kind of creepy for him to be looking at the underclassman this way. The only thing that made Kurt hesitant to hit on the boy was the fact that he was dating Blaine. It didn't matter that Bryce was probably straight.

Kurt sensed someone staring at him. He turned his head and saw that it was Finn. Finn was giving him a stern look that said, Don't even think about it.

Kurt rolled his eyes and waved Finn off like he was an insignificant fly.

"What are you gonna sing for us, Bryce?" Mr. Schue asked.

"I'm going to sing 'All The Right Moves' by One Republic," Bryce replied.

"Awesome. Take it away," said Mr. Schue. The band got ready.

Bryce began singing, "They've got all the right friends in all the right places. So yeah, we're going down. They've got all the right moves and all the right faces. So yeah, we're going down. Let's paint the picture of a perfect place. They got it better than what anyone's told ya. I'll be the king of hearts, and you're the queen of spades. Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers. I know we got it good, but they got it made. And the grass is growing greener each day. I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down before anyone's mowing on me. They've got all the right friends in all the right places. So yeah, we're going down. They've got all the right moves and all the right faces. So yeah, we're going down. Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going. Yeah, we're going down. Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going. Yeah, we're going down. Doesn't matter what you see. I know I will never be someone who could look like you. It don't matter what you say. I know I could never fake someone that could sound like you. They've got all the right friends in all the right places. So yeah, we're going down. Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're going. Yeah, we're going down."

When he was done, Brittany, Tina, Lauren, Mercedes, and Rachel all stood up clapping and screaming. They were obviously in love with Bryce now. Mike grabbed Tina's arm and made her sit back down. Kurt was finding it hard to breathe. He applauded exuberantly for the young freshman boy with the voice of an angel. Quinn was sitting in her seat, but she was no less enthusiastic for Bryce than anyone else was. She grinned at him, thinking that the first thing she was going to do once he was in Glee Club was flirt with him.

"Well done, Bryce!" Mr. Schue said, standing up and applauding him. "Wow, that was amazing! Welcome to Glee Club. Be at the classroom tomorrow after school."

"Thank you, sir," Bryce said. He waved one more time and left the auditorium.

"We're off to a great start!" Mr. Schue said enthusiastically. "Riley Brown."

And when the next teenager stepped onstage, Rachel went pale. This girl looked like she could have been Quinn Fabray in her freshman year. She had her honey blonde hair up in a high pony and the familiar Cheerios uniform. "Hello Riley, what will you be singing?"

"I will be singing 'Love Song'," Riley said confidently with her hands on her hips, and the band began playing. She began singing with attitude, "Head underwater. And you tell me to breathe easy for a while. But breathing gets harder. Even I know that. Made room for minutes too soon to see if I'm happy in your hands. I'm usually hard to hold on to. Blank stares at blank pages. No easy way to say this. You mean well, but you make this hard on me. I'm not gonna write you a love song 'cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one. You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this if you're on your way. I'm not gonna write you to stay. If all you have is needed, Imma need a better reason to write you a love song today. Promise me you'll leave the light on to help me see daylight, my light on. 'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me, because I say I won't write you a love song 'cause you ask for it, 'cause you need one. You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this. Is that what you wanted? A love song! 'Cause you ask for it? 'Cause you need one? You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song 'cause you tell me it's make or break in this if you're on your way. I'm not gonna write you to stay. If your heart is nowhere in it, I don't want it for a minute. Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song today."

Everyone stood up and applauded for her. She rocked the number out of the park. Rachel was still sitting. Her jaw was dropped in terror. Who knew that a voice like that could have come out of a bony, blonde freshman? This was bad news. Riley looked pleased.

"Great job, Riley," Mr. Schuester said, smiling. "Welcome to Glee Club."

"Thank you, Will," Riley said. What nerve! She left the auditorium proudly.

Rachel ran up to Mr. Schue and grabbed his shoulder. "You saw she was wearing the Cheerios uniform! She doesn't want to be in Glee Club! She wants to destroy it!"

"I think you're being paranoid, Rachel," Mr. Schue said. "Riley can be on the cheerleading squad and in Glee Club if she wants to. Half the people that are already in the Glee Club were in both at some point. Tristan Boone."

"Here!" said a freshman girl with two-toned blonde/brown hair, skinny like a noodle.

"What do you want to sing, Tristan?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Um…" Tristan thought about this for a moment. She was obviously unprepared. "I wanna sing 'Dancing Crazy' by Miranda Cosgrove."

Mr. Schue looked like he didn't know who that was. "Okay. Good. Hit it."

"I've got a feeling that it's gonna be alright. We don't know where we're going, and I don't know where I'm at. I'm kinda thinking I don't like nobody else. You know whatever happens, I will be right by your side. You, me, in the spotlight. We run around till the end of the night. Hot, hot, keep it coming. We can rock out till the early morning. You, me, going all night. We don't care who's wrong and who's right. Hot, hot, keep it coming. We can rock out till the early morning. Everybody's dancing, dancing crazy and we never stop. We never stop. Whoa! Everybody's raging, raging crazy, put your hands up. Put your hands up. Whoa! I like you and you like me. We get together and we're happy. Did you hear me say that? Did you hear me say that? SMACK! And I like the way that we kiss. You and me, together like this. Did you hear me say that? Did you hear me say that? SMACK! Whoa, oh, oh-oh. Everybody's dancing, dancing crazy and we never stop. We never stop. Whoa! Everybody's raging, raging crazy, put your hands up. Put your hands up. Whoa! Everybody's dancing, dancing crazy and we never stop. We never stop. Whoa! Everybody's raging, raging crazy, put your hands up. Put your hands up. Whoa! I like you and you like me. We get together and we're happy. Did you hear me say that? Did you hear me say that? SMACK! And I like the way that we kiss. You and me, together like this. Did you hear me say that? Did you hear me say that? SMACK!"

Everyone applauded her. "She has the voice of a Disney channel star, but at least she can carry a tune," Mercedes mumbled to Kurt, and he started laughing.

"Welcome to Glee Club, Tristan," Mr. Schue told her. "Be back tomorrow."

"Here in the auditorium?" she asked.

"No, in the classroom," said Mr. Schue.

"Oh, okay. Yay!" She jumped off the stage and ran out of the auditorium excitedly.

"Did I mention she's a cheerleader too?" Brittany asked.

"Ugh!" Rachel groaned. She didn't see a uniform, so she hoped she wasn't.

"Wow, these kids are good," Will said, turning around to look at the current Glee Club members. "Alyssa Moore."

A tall, pale brunette with a basketball jersey and a ponytail stepped onstage.

"I know this girl. She's super weird and silent," Santana whispered to Lauren.

"Hello, Alyssa. What will you be singing?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Watch her not answer," Santana said with a smirk. Lauren laughed.

"I'll sing 'A Thousand Miles' by Vanessa Carlton," Alyssa said shyly.

"Wow, she spoke," Santana said, her eyes wide in shock.

Alyssa started out shaky, but was able to get it together after the first few lines of the song, "Making my way downtown. Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound. Staring blankly ahead. Just making my way, making my way through the cro-o-owd. And I need you. And I miss you. And now I wonder. If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight. And I, I don't want to let you know I, I drown in your memory. I, I don't wanna let this go. I, I don't. Making my way downtown. Walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound. Staring blankly ahead. Just making my way, making my way through the cro-o-owd. And I need you. And I miss you. And now I wonder. If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you, ooh! Ooh! If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you. If I could just hold you tonight."

Everyone applauded her. "Wow, she could actually sing," said Santana.

Rachel was also a little worried about this one. She didn't have the confidence that Riley had, but if she were worked on a little bit she could gain it. Her vocals were on. This junior just needed the stage presence to back them up.

"Great job, Alyssa!" Mr. Schue said, clapping. "We'll see you tomorrow."

Alyssa gave a smile. Her face was bright red. She ran out of the auditorium.

"And for our last performer," said Mr. Schue. "Trey Jordan."

A black boy with a pair of glasses and a hoodie came on the stage. "Hello," he said confidently. "I'm going to be singing 'DJ's Got Us Falling In Love Again' by Usher."

"Of course he is," Santana chortled, and Mercedes glared at her.

Trey started singing, "So we back in the club with our bodies rocking from side to side. Side, side to side. Thank God the week is done. I feel like a zombie coming back to life. Back, back to life. Hands up. Yeah, suddenly we all got our hands up. No control of my body. Ain't I seen you before? I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes. Eyes, eyes, eyes. 'Cause baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. Yeah baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life, life. I'll getcha right. 'Cause baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. 'Cause baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. Yeah baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love. Falling in love! So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life, life. 'Cause baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. Yeah baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again. So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life, life. I'll getcha right. 'Cause baby, tonight DJ got us falling in love again."

Everyone had already been up dancing as he was singing, so they were still up to give him a standing ovation. "Wow, I knew he could rap, but I didn't know he could sing. Whoa!" Puck said to Artie and Sam, and they cheered even louder.

"Wow, it looks like we've got a lot of great new talent, guys!" Mr. Schue said enthusiastically, looking at the current Glee Club. Then he turned to Trey. "Great way to end the auditions. See you tomorrow."

Trey nodded and left the auditorium.

Finn went over to Rachel. "Are you nervous?" he asked her.

"Yes," Rachel said, nodding. "I can't help but feel like those cheerleaders are spying on us for Coach Sylvester the way Quinn, Santana, and Brittany used to."

"You're worried because they're good," Finn corrected. "Especially Riley."

"Yes, Riley's great," Rachel sighed. "But so is Alyssa. I don't know what to do, Finn. I just know that they're going to get all the attention this year."

"Not from me," Finn assured her. "You're all I can think about."

"You say that now, but it'll change once you get to know Riley," said Rachel.

"What are you talking about?" Finn laughed. "She's a freshman. I'm not interested in freshmen."

"But she's just like Quinn, and you dated Quinn," Rachel pointed out.

"I dumped Quinn because I care about you," Finn reminded her.

"Riley's younger, newer, and prettier than me. You and she will be together soon enough. You watch." Rachel brushed past him as she left the auditorium.

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Santana remembered that when she was a super cool sophomore cheerleader and Alyssa was a scared little freshman, she thought she was really weird and silent. But now she was beginning to get the feeling like they played for the same team. It made sense, didn't it? Alyssa often wore sports jerseys and spoke with a voice deeper than most girl's voices. She wasn't very feminine, and she was currently staring off into the direction where Rachel and Kurt were sitting as Mr. Schue was talking to the club the next day. Kurt was a girly gay boy, so she was obviously staring at Rachel. Alyssa wasn't adorable like Brittany. She was attractive enough -

Once you got past the fact that she was paler than Edward Cullen, and had the personality of a blank sheet of paper. Santana needed to find a way to be sure without making it obvious that she herself was a lesbian. She had it. After Mr. Schue let them go, Santana followed Alyssa to her locker and put on her most intimidating face. She crossed her arms.

"I hope you don't think I don't know that you're a dyke," she said ruthlessly.

"What?" Alyssa said in surprise.

"I saw you staring at Yentyl in Glee Club today," Santana accused her.

"Listen," Alyssa said, closing her locker. "If I was at any point looking at Rachel, then it would be because I was tired and dozing off. I hardly get any sleep. I don't know what I'm looking at half the time." Santana made a confused facial expression. Alyssa continued, "And I do like someone in Glee Club, but he's a boy. I like guys. I'm straight."

She walked away right past Santana, who shook her head. "Damn." True love was just never meant to find Santana Lopez. Just then a burly boy with a red leather jacket and a beret walked by her.

"Hey Santana, you aren't wearing your Bully Whips uniform," he said.

"Put a lid on it, Karofsky," she groaned, catching up and walking with him.

"Did you just ask your boyfriend to put a lid on it?" Karofsky mocked her.

"You're only my beard. You're not actually you're my boyfriend," Santana reminded him. "And I'm dumping your ass soon. You won prom king, and I wasn't prom queen."

"Good. I'm sick of wearing this stupid costume," Karofsky muttered.

"You think you have it tough," Santana said under her breath.

"Who was that girl you were talking to?" Karofsky asked curiously.

"Alyssa Moore. One of the latest additions to Glee Club," Santana explained.

"Think I used to bully her," said Karofsky. "Does she play for our team?"

"Nope," Santana sighed. "She's straight. She likes a boy in Glee Club."

"Wonder who the lucky man is," Karofsky chuckled.

"Come on. I thought you were gay, Karofsky. Don't go all straight on me."

"I'm just playing the part," he whispered when someone walked past.

"Wow, you're such a good actor, aren't you?" Santana said sarcastically.

"I don't even know if I am gay," Karofsky hissed at her.

"Stop denying, rainbow," Santana scoffed. "You're gay as May. And I know who you like. It's so obvious. You couldn't stop staring at Kurt on prom night."

"Shut up," Karofsky muttered.

"I've got a sixth sense, Dave," Santana told him. "I can sense everything that's going on, and when you were elected king and he was coroneted for queen, you were sweating like a dog. I watched you go down onto the floor with him, and I watched you cry when you ran away. I watched you cry when Blaine started dancing with him."

"Stop," Karofsky snapped. "You may think you know everything, but you obviously don't. You thought that girl was a lesbian, and she's not. You're wrong about me and Kurt."

"No, I wasn't positive about Alyssa, but I'm positive about you!" Santana said.

"If you say one more word about me being gay or liking Kurt or whatever, I'm dumping your ass now and going back to bullying," Karofsky threatened, removing his beret. He gave her a death glare, turned around, and stormed away. He punched a locker on his way, and it didn't even damage his fist. Santana's eyes widened. Was he made of iron?

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Finn approached Kurt at his locker. "I saw you staring at Bryce again."

"You're imagining things," Kurt laughed.

"You had this creepy look on your face. That one you get every time you want to flirt with a straight guy. Like you're gonna lure him into some kind of trap."

"So because I'm a gay senior and he's a straight freshman, I'm a pedophile?" Kurt asked. Before Finn could answer, Kurt said, "Relax, Frankenteen. I have a loved one. I couldn't be less interested in a little freshman. I'm in love with Blaine Anderson."

"But you've been together for a while now," Finn pointed out. "You're probably going to get bored of each other sooner or later, like I got bored of Quinn."

"I would never become bored of Blaine," Kurt argued. "He's the love of my life. And he and I have got some plans for tonight."

"Another date?" Finn asked.

"No, actually," said Kurt, and he took a deep breath. "Blaine and I are having sex."

"Really?" Finn said in surprise. "For how long has this been going on?"

"We're going to start tonight, Finn!" Kurt hissed.

"Wait, I thought you weren't ready," Finn reminded him.

"Blaine's been waiting long enough," Kurt sighed. "And I've thought about it, and I'm willing to do it now. I'm not thirteen anymore. I'm practically a grown man. I want Blaine to be my first, and I want my first time to be tonight."

"Does your dad know about this?" Finn asked curiously.

"I don't think it's any of his business," Kurt snapped. "We're getting a motel room."

"How will you explain your random disappearance?" Finn wanted to know.

"I'll tell him I'm going to sleep over at Mercedes' house," Kurt replied.

"What if something goes wrong?" Finn asked. "What you and Blaine have is so special. What if it destroys your relationship?"

"How can a little sex hurt a relationship?" Kurt laughed. "You've had sex before!"

"Yeah, with some girl I don't even care about," Finn referred to Santana. "But I don't want you jumping into this before you're really ready."

"Sex will only bring Blaine and I closer," Kurt declared.

"Fine, just don't make a mistake, Kurt," Finn sighed.

"Why are you so worried about me?" Kurt wanted to know.

"Because you're my brother and I care about you," said Finn.

"Well, I'm going to be okay," Kurt assured him with a smile.

"Good," Finn said, smiling back. "And Blaine's okay with this?"

Kurt grinned. "He said he couldn't wait."

"Okay, then, I guess you two do what… two guys do best," Finn said awkwardly, and then he walked away. Kurt waited until he was gone to get out his cell phone and send a text message to Blaine.

Kurt: U wanna do it?

Blaine: What?

Kurt: I told Finn that u and I are gonna do it tonite, and he thinks u already know about it. So I'm asking if you wanna do it?

Blaine: Are you sure you're ready?

Kurt: I'm ready if u r.

Blaine: I've been waiting for this.

Kurt: I take that as a yes?

Blaine: HELL yeah! ;)

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Quinn approached Bryce at his locker right after Glee had let out.

"Hi," she said in a sweet tone with a smile on her face.

"Oh, hi," he replied, smiling back at her. "You're Quinn, right? Before I auditioned, Sam told me about you. He said you were hot like Harley Quinn." Quinn made a face. "From Batman…" Bryce lowered his voice in embarrassment.

"Anyway," said Quinn. "I think you have an amazing singing voice. Better than any of the other guys in Glee Club, which is why I want to sing a duet with you."

Bryce looked flattered. "Cool," he said, nodding.

"Yes, and by the way," Quinn said. "I think it's really hot that you made the football team."

"Thanks," Bryce said. "I've been playing football for a while now."

"Football players are the hottest guys," Quinn went on. As they walked through the hall, once they passed Lauren and Puck. Lauren stared in awe at Bryce as he passed, and Puck grabbed her shoulder and turned her away so that she couldn't stare at him. Quinn and Bryce talked for a long time. Bryce may have been developed for a freshman, but he had the voice of a young teenager, which Quinn found to be very cute. They flirted with each other, and then came to the end of the hall.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Quinn said, winking at him and leaving.

"Bye," Bryce said, and he waited until she was gone. "Yes!"

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"So what do you think of Glee Club?" Sue asked Riley and Tristan.

"The group of kids is weirder than I thought it would be," said Riley.

"See, I knew I wasn't the only one who thought so," Sue said. "And you remember our plan, right? When I tell you, you're going to quit Glee Club and disappoint Mr. Schue. But that's only two members; not much of a loss. So you need to snatch up that other girl. Junior. Runs in fear every time she sees me. What's her name?"

"Alyssa Moore," said Riley.

"Yeah, that girl," said Sue, nodding. "Girls like her never become cheerleaders. But she's about to. When she finds out, she'll be so happy that she'll run out of Glee Club like the wind. William Schuester will become so pissed… I love this idea. I'm such a genius."

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Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written fanfiction. School and Drama Club took over my life, and there are a few stories I haven't been able to finish writing. I'll attempt to continue with them at some point. This fic is based on some ideas of what I think might happen during season three of "Glee." And yes, there are a bunch of OC's but they aren't going to be main characters, and they aren't supposed to be Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus or whatever. They're merely place-holders for the characters that might be introduced in the next season, since I know there will be a few new people joining Glee Club. I've already written the first seven chapters for this fanfic, and I've tried to explore all the character's lives, but it's going to be embarrassingly obvious who my favorite character is because I've written more about him than any of the others. He's everyone's favorite, for the most part. Kurt, yes. Couldn't help myself. Yes, the next chapter has a sex scene between him and Blaine, but it's so mild compared to other hot ones I've read on fanfiction. I'm somewhat of a yaoi fangirl, and I couldn't help but include something about their physical relationship. I'm just letting those of you who may not like that kind of thing that it's mild, but if you're a fan of GLEE, you probably don't mind anyway. Please review, and let me know what you might like to see in this story's future chapters, if anything at all. I'm glad that it's summer so I have time to write again. Yay! I'll try to update weekly.