Glee - the series is over, but Glee in fanfiction is not. My own take on the seventh season. Mostly AU, but the history of Glee-club and part of the characters from Glee are somewhat kept canon.

Everything else in this fic is just a jumbled mess of characters. None of them particularly canonical in any sense of the word. I'm trying to keep them somewhat in character from their ŕespective shows, but I'm adding a little bit of the actor's skills to the mix.

Among the characters I'm using from Torchwood and Supernatural, almost all of them are teenagers in this fic. (Yeah I know. Not Canon.) There are possibly going to be a few exceptions to that.

The cast:

From Supernatural

Dean, Senior 18, Held back a year because of them changing schools often

Sam, Sophomore 15,

Castiel, Junior 16,

Jo, Sophomore 15

Kevin, Sophomore 15

Charlie, Junior 16

Garth, Junior 16

From Torchwood

Jack, Senior 18

John Hart, Senior 17

Ianto, Junior 16

Gwen, Senior 17

From Glee

Will Schuester

Emma

Sam Evans

Mr Figgins

Santana Lopez

Beiste

Unique

Madison McCarthy

Mason McCarthy

Jane Hayward

Possibly other familiar characters.

Everybody from Glee are at about the age they would have been if this was next school year, and most of them will therefore not be in Glee-club. Their appearance will be more canonical than the rest of the cast.

Well, lets get on with the show.

William Schuester - The first few days

There had been a lot of changes at the high school, and with a few new teachers it had taken it's time to get ready for the new semester. Their new Spanish teacher wouldn't be there for another two weeks and the Glee-club director was busy with a gig in New York until September.

Mr Figgins had agreed to act as principal until the two arrived, while Will decided to cover their classes for the time being.

-o-o-o-o-o-

The room looked barren. Not that it was much different from when he left it before the summer, but without any students it seemed empty. Some of the chairs were stacked nicely while the rest of them were placed randomly around, a couple even on their side, as if someone had left in a hurry.

The funding for the Glee-club was better than ever, but it was still tough to get kids to join.

All the instruments were there, but the grand piano was rolled into a corner and the rest of them were packed into one of the big storage lockers in the back of the room. It didn't help on the impression of the room looking abandoned. Unless he could find students willing and able to play them, he didn't have a band. Finding singers was the priority though.

The piano had been tuned over the summer, and Will pushed it away from the wall and looked for the stool. When he couldn't find it, he just grabbed one of the folding chairs and sat down letting his fingers run over the keys.

A commotion behind him drew his attention to the hall, and he got up to check what was going on.

The football team was marching by. Beiste had obviously finished the tryouts for the season, and the boys were cheering as they walked down the hall. As the group continued towards the cafeteria, Will noticed a boy leaning up against the wall, his face and shirt totally covered with slush.

Nothing had changed. The Jocks were still bullying the newcomers and the nerds. The Glee-club members had been slushied so many times in the past that Will had lost count. Many times he'd had to send them home to change before rehearsal.

He had really thought that things would be different this time around, but it was obviously not so. "Things take time." He thought to himself as he exited the room.

"Hey!" He approached the unfortunate student being caught in the footballers path. "Don't take this personally. It's their game. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." The boy turned his head and stared at Will. "What? And they're just…" He wiped some slush out of his eyes. "They're just going to get away with it?"

Will shook his head as he offered the guy his hanky. "It's clean, I promise." Then he sighed. "The football team at this school is holy, holier than Christ." He practically spat the words out. "They should all have been quarantined until they learned to behave, but we will wait and see."

It was really up to him, but he wanted to see how things worked out first. Everything was going to be different from now on. He was definitely going to take care of the matter.

After wiping the slush from his face, the boy looked up again. "You are the Spanish teacher aren't you?" Will startled a little. He could not remember this guy from class, and it bothered him. "Yes I am. Are you in my class? Sorry, I don't remember you."

"I am, but…" Will could see that the guy blushed a little. "My Spanish is better than yours." He used the handkerchief to try to wipe the mess off of his white shirt. They both knew it was futile, but he was persistent.

Will knew that as a Spanish teacher he sucked, but until the new teacher arrived he had to do it. Most of the students didn't know much spanish at all, so it worked for the most part.

"I'm not going to teach spanish this year, but the new teacher won't be here for another week." He shook his head as he watched the young man. "I think I have a sweater you can borrow. What's your name?"

The boy gave up wiping his shirt and handed the handkerchief back. "I'm Jim, uh, Jim Ca... , uh, sorry. I'm Jim Novak. Don't worry about it, I have a sweater." It sounded like the guy didn't even know his own last name the way he stuttered it out, but Will wasn't discouraged by it. "Jim Novak. Yeah, I remember your name. You're a Junior, right?"

"Yeah, We just moved here from down south." He hesitated a bit before he continued. "We've moved a lot, but I think we're gonna stay here for a while."

Will had no information about this guy, but he remembered the Novak-name from the list of students. It was mostly because it reminded him of an old actress that his grandfather had a crush on.

"You moved here from where did you say?" With nothing else to do at the moment, he could just as well try to make this guy feel a little better about himself after the ambush. "You sound like you're from around here."

Jim bent down and dug a hoodie out of his backpack. "Yeah, well. I'm really from… everywhere. I'm just trying to fit in."

Although he was reluctant to judge anybody, Will had to admit that that the guy looked somewhat pathetic. The shirt seemed to need a little bit of ironing, and the tie… He'd obviously changed his accent in order to fit in, but he should definitely had done something about his appearance as well. Will didn't like where his thoughts were going; people should be able to dress however they wanted, but this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

A little clumsily, Jim managed to pull the sweater over his head, and instantly he looked more like a regular teen.

Will couldn't help noticing the little emblem on the boy's hoodie. It wasn't big, and anybody else would probably not have noticed, but Will recognized it from a previous Glee-club member's shirt. "Oh, are you by any chance in the choir at your church?"

Jim looked down on his sweater. "Well, yeah. I'm in… uh… My father is the pastor. I'm kinda obligated." He exhaled, and for a moment there was a sadness running over his face. "That's not going to make me any more popular is it?"

Will knew the answer to that question, but he wasn't going to elaborate. He also got a little embarrassed about his blasphemic description of the football team. "Don't worry about it. You're the new kid. You just have to find friends. Join a club." He knew exactly what club the guy should try out for. "Why don't you come and try out for the Glee-club."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Will walked towards the choir room. It was late in the afternoon, and most of the students were gone. So far he'd managed to get two students to join, and he knew that Sam would be very disappointed. The school had so many arts programs now that everybody was fighting to pull students to their clubs. He knew he needed to step up the act if Glee-club were to survive.

Young Mister Novak hadn't showed up yet. Will had barely seen him outside of Spanish class, since they first spoke. Jim sat all the way in the back with his head down, obviously trying to be invisible. Will didn't want to embarrass the guy, so he'd left him alone for the time being.

Outside the door to his favorite classroom, Will could hear that somebody was strumming a guitar in there, and he got very excited. If any of the two could play an instrument in addition to having a good voice it would be awesome. He cursed at himself for not even asking, but he was ready to embrace it.

He couldn't believe his own eyes when he finally opened the door. The whole football team was standing in a circle, watching one of their own playing an elaborate solo on the guitar. The guy was making a big number out of it, and everybody was too focused on him to even notice that Will had entered the room.

As the hit the final chords, the guy sank down to his knees and while the tone was still reverberating through the room, he let himself fall backwards as he clenched the guitar to his chest.

The whole crowd exploded into wild cheers and they almost fought about who would help the guy to his feet again. Will lifted his hands and slowly clapped as he pushed through the group. He reached down to take the guitar. "You're good. Are you here to join the Glee-club?" The sinister chuckle that came from the guy as he got up from the floor didn't sound very promising. "You wish. Just wanted to show my teammates that I have a few more talents than being good with the pigskin."

Suddenly, Will remembered that he'd seen this guy before. He'd spent a semester at McKinley a couple of years ago. He hadn't been on the football team back then, and as far as Will could recollect, the guy had been withdrawn and not too keen on making friends.

He had never participated in any other extracurricular activities either, unless you counted all the fights he got himself into. Most all of them had to do with him protecting his little brother, whom Will had never met. The boy was in middle school back then, and had been bullied from time to time.

The only reason Will knew all this was because this guy had been a frequent flyer in the former principal's office, and he'd been forced to visit the guidance counselor so she could try to help him clean up his act.

Emma never revealed who she was talking about when she shared the information with Will back then, but he'd easily guessed. Still, he only knew his face, and had never really bothered with the name. When the semester was over, the family moved and Will had not expected to see him again.

"I'm Dean, Dean Winchester. Nice meeting you Mr, uh, Mr Glee-club." The boy pushed past Will and headed for the door. "It's a fine instrument." He pointed to the guitar still in Will's hand. "It's a pity to let it collect dust, but that was my first and final performance in this room."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Will stared at the four kids sitting in front of him. He had double the amount of students in the club since last meeting, but it was hardly enough to cheer about. They looked bored. He had just finished the tale about how the New Directions got started way back when, and had tried to relay that everything would be easier now.

Jo was absentmindedly picking at her nails with a little penknife. She was dressed like a redneck with her plaid shirt and heavy boots. It suited her in a strange kind of way. Will walked over to her and reached his hand out. "No weapons at this school please. I'll give it back to you on Friday if you promise not to bring it in here anymore."

She scoffed as she folded the blade back. "It's not a weapon, it's a tool, but go ahead. I have plenty." Her attitude was a bit concerning, but Will had heard her sing and wasn't going to let that get to him. "Just don't. I trust you, but it could easily get into the wrong hands."

He stepped back and tucked the knife into his pocket. "Kevin? Did you get any of this?" The boy lifted his head abruptly and threw a peek to each side before he met Will's eyes. The Asian guy fit the description of a normal, well-adjusted teen. Unlike the rest of the group, he dressed like the average high school student. Will was pretty sure that there would never be any drama around this guy, but he was a little concerned about the fact that he had a hard time letting go of his computer. "Yes Sir. I got it all. I'm sorry, I have an assignment for tomorrow, and I…" He closed the laptop. "Sorry, Sir."

John Hart drew his breath heavily before he stretched, as if he was thoroughly uninterested in the story at hand. Will instantly thought of a cat the way the boy moved his body in the chair. "All this is very interesting," he said with a sarcastic tone as he played with one of the buttons on his vintage Napoleon-style jacket. "but when do we start with rehearsals?"

Will looked down for a second. "Well, Mr Evans won't be here for another couple of weeks. He is guest starring with Rachel Berry at a dinner show off Broadway." All of them knew that Will wasn't going to lead the Glee-club, but he'd promised to take care of them until the real director arrived.

"RACHEL BERRY! THE Rachel Berry?" The fourth member of their little group suddenly woke up from his daydreaming. "Really? So when he gets here there'll be only two degrees separating me from her?" Garth was clearly overexcited by the news. "I can hardly wait."

When Will thought of Kevin as the only one there dressing as an average teen, it wasn't quite true. Garth had his moments, but most of the time it looked like he picked his clothes blindfolded. They were either too big or too small, and most days it could look like he'd slept in them. Will was pretty sure that he didn't; he was always clean and well groomed, but he had definitely no sense of style.

Will scratched the side of his nose with his forefinger. "Yes. THE Rachel Berry. She started her career here. She was in this Glee-club a few years back. Don't be surprised if she pays Mr Evans a visit during the semester."

The boy looked like he was about to pass out. "I knew that, but I thought she'd said goodbye to Ohio for good. I love her. I can't believe they cancelled her TV-show before it even started for real. It was awesome."

Everybody in the room stared at Garth dumbfounded. The rest of them probably didn't know what the guy was talking about, and it didn't surprise Will very much. He had never run into anybody who had even seen the Pilot of that show. Rachel's name was well known, but she'd done her best to bury the information about the TV-show.

"Well, most people didn't agree with you, so…" He threw his hands out and addressed all of them. "Let's get back to business. I thought we could arrange a little performance for Mr Evans for when he arrives."

The four students exchanged looks. "Who should lead?" Jo was quick with the question. "Should be some benefits for me being the only girl in this room." She was about to get out of her seat, but Will stopped her by raising his hands. "I thought we could do a medley. Show off your individual strengths. Suggestions?"

Jo slumped back down, disappointed. "I have one. From 'Annie get your gun'." There was no enthusiasm in her voice, but Will still counted it as a suggestion.

"How about something more contemporary?" Kevin looked at her and rolled his eyes. Before he got a chance to come up with anything, he was interrupted. "No. That's great. We can do a duet." John jumped up and grabbed Jo's hand. "I bet that everything you can do I can do better."

Jo ripped her hand loose and it looked like she was about to hit the guy, but then she just resigned. "I guess we can, but I'm sure I'm better."

Will secretly welcomed the little argument. It showed commitment. "Relax guys. It's an option. How about you two." He nodded towards Garth and Kevin. "Do you have anything?"

Garth twisted his hands before he looked up. "Don't rain on my parade?." He said it a little hesitantly, earning puzzled looks from the others. Will was pretty sure that it was his Rachel-crush talking.

Jo stared at him for a second. "Seriously? Are you gay?" Jo huffed as she leaned back in her chair.

An awkward silence followed before Garth cleared his throat. "No, dear. I'm not gay, and I can prove it to you if…" Will slammed his hand on the piano. "Stop. Just stop it. I do not care about your sexual orientation, but I have to tell you that being in a show-choir there's a good chance that there will be homosexuals amongst you. If you can't handle that, you can just leave."

He didn't want Jo to leave, so the hoped he comment was just an unintentional slur. At least, she looked a little embarrassed, but she didn't get a chance to defend herself at that moment.

A subtle squeak as the door opened threw them off, and they all stared at the two newcomers. The boy and the girl standing in the doorway seemed a little intimidated for a second, but then they both smiled shyly. The girl took another step into the room. "Hiya. I'm Gwen, and this is my cousin Ianto. We wanted to…" The dark-haired girl panned her audience. "Is this the Glee-club?"

Will ran over to them and shook their hands. "Sure is. Are you thinking of joining?" Gwen nodded slowly. "We… Yes, we are." She sent a penetrating stare towards the students in the room when they all chuckled a little. Will himself had a hard time keeping a straight face because her accent was very strange and unfamiliar.

"You're from England, right?" He was about to gesture for them to sit, but the looks on their faces made him stop. Ianto huffed audibly as he rolled his eyes, while Gwen seemed to be about to explode. "Nooo. We're Welsh. There's a big difference. Just remember that… Er, Sir." She lowered her gaze and drew her breath. "Sorry, but… this is important to me.

Ianto didn't seem half as bothered by the misunderstanding as his feisty cousin. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Relax, Gwen. We're not here to make enemies." His British was more polished although one could hear that it kind of resembled Gwen's.

"I apologize, Sir. Gwen just came over from Britain to live with us for a year as an exchange student. She's very protective of the Welsh culture, and…" He got an elbow in the ribs as Gwen's face hardened. "Do not speak for me, Ianto."

The other four students had watched the little drama, and Will could hear that they had a hard time keeping the laughter in. He worried that the girl would walk out if they cracked, so he tried to come up with something to say that would break the tension.

"Ianto Jones, right? I remember you. Why haven't you joined us previously?" The boy had been at McKinley high since his freshman year. "You're a junior now aren't you?"

The boy nodded. "Well, yeah. We immigrated to the US five years ago. "He chuckled a little humorlessly and gave Will a lopsided smile. "I wasn't too crazy about the drama around the show choir, and being slushied every day didn't suit me. I was told that everything would be different from now on."

Will stepped to the side and gestured for the two to come forward. "That's right. I don't know if I can do much about the drama within these four walls, but the bullying of New Directions will seize."

As they walked over to the others, Will noticed that John patted the seat next to him. Gwen hesitated for a second before she gave the guy a quick smile and sat down. Mr Hart didn't return the smile, and Will realized that he had hoped that the boy would take it.

And then there were six.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Will soon realized that Gwen Cooper was never going to make it as a lead singer, and he got utterly disappointed. So far, he'd only had the two girls to pick from as the female-lead, and none of them were really up for the task.

He was alone in the choir room sifting through some sheet music. It was really about time he got out of there to go home, but he felt like indulging himself in a little bit of self pity before he left.

Jo could possibly improve and step up; she was definitely ready for it, but she needed a bit of coaching before he would be able to do it.

Among the guys, there were a little bit more potential. Both John and Ianto had strong voices, but so far they had been very picky about what they wanted to sing. The seemingly clean-cut welchman had a thing for Heavy Metal, and that was never going to fly in Glee-club.

Mr Hart was probably the best bet for now, but Will hoped there would come others. John was good, and he could definitely put up a show, but Will had been spoiled with some real performers during his time as a director. He wanted someone that could blow him away, and so far he hadn't got that.

It wasn't completely true. The guitar performance by the Winchester guy had been totally awesome.

Sam was due back in a little more than a week, and Will had promised him a fully functioning New Directions. It was sad to realize that he couldn't fulfill his promise.

He ran his fingers over the keyboard of the piano. There was only one song in his head at the moment, and magically his fingers started playing that tune.

"I'm a loser

I'm a loser

and I'm not what I appear to be."

He got a little nudge on the shoulder, and looked up. Brad was standing there urging him to get out of the seat. "I'm back. I hated those kids, but you know. I hated not being here more."

Brad picked up where Will had stopped, and together the two of them performed the whole Beatles song.

When it was over, Will had gotten a new wind. Getting their pianist back had given him hope.