Hello lovely readers! This fic is a special shout out for TheFeatherQuill (aka Nathalie) my fangirl sister, who writes fantastic Mortal Instruments fanfiction and is a wonderful person in general. I own the rights to nothing, of course! Hope you enjoy.
The New Directions sat in McKinley High's choir room waiting for their teacher, Will Schuester, to arrive. Although unusual, it wasn't altogether impossible for Mr. Schue to be late to his own class, so they weren't concerned. They sat talking with each other, discussing which songs they wanted to perform when they next made it to Nationals (that was a when, not an if) and other recent gossip floating around McKinley.
Rachel was arguing with Quinn about who should get the next solos, Kurt was talking fashion and the latest Alexander McQueen line with Mercedes while texting his curly-haired Warbler Blaine, and Finn and Puck were placing bets on whether McKinley would win its next football match. Santana was playing with Brittany's hair, who was seated in her lap, and talking easily. Needless to say, Mr. Schue had to make quite an effort to be heard when he finally walked into the choir room holding a newpaper in his hand.
"Guys," he tried to get their attention gently at first. "Guys!" he yelled. They all finally quieted down and faced the front of the room from the plastic red chairs tiered on risers. "Thank you. Now, the reason I was late is because I got the inspiration for this week's assignment."
They all smiled, excited to hear which songs they would get to choose from. Mr. Schue held up the newspaper he had been holding. "As I'm sure you all know, the New York senate passed the Marriage Equality Bill a few weeks ago."
A few shouts rose up from the teens, including a "Hell to the yeah!" from Mercedes and a sighing "And yet, I still live in Lima, Ohio…" from Kurt. Santana smirked while Brittany smiled down at her sweetly.
"So, to celebrate, I thought it would be fitting for us to do songs this week from one of the proudest current artists out there." Mr. Schue finished, enthusiastic.
"Sick!" Puck yelled, "We're doing Queen songs!"
"Dude," Finn said, looking over at him, "Freddie Mercury's dead. Like, for a long time…"
Mr. Schue continued, undaunted. "Finn's right, Puck, but good guess. No, this week we're doing—"
"Then it's Mika!" Mercedes volunteered, excited at the possibility to cover the Euro-pop sensation.
"Again, no, although that's a good idea for some other time." Mr. Schue replied.
"Is it Darren Criss?" Brittany asked.
"No, boo," Santana answered. "Darren's not a dolphin."
"Wait, so if it's not Queen, and it's not Mika, and we wouldn't be doing Gaga again…" Kurt gasped. "Mr. Schue, we can't be doing…"
"Adam Lambert!" Mr. Schue declared, finally able to get two words in. "Guys, the New Directions are going Glambert this week!"
"Mr. Schue," Kurt asked breathlessly, lifting his hand unnecessarily into the air. "Permission to squeal?"
"Not at the moment, Kurt," Mr. Schue answered. "In a minute though. Now, I want all of you to pick a song off of Adam Lambert's album For Your Entertainment that you can relate to, and I want you to really get into it, ok?"
They all nodded. "Ok, Kurt." Mr. Schue finished.
Kurt let out a very high-pitched squeal, making all of the other New Direction members cover or tweak their ears uncomfortably, and clapped his hands together, nearly twitching in excitement.