I don't even know what this is. I'm probs discontinuing that last summer :(((((((((( BUT I HONESTLY COULD NOT STAY AWAY FROM WRITING FANFIC. So yeah, this happened. This place needs more (bad) humor.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make." Mr Schue walks in, greasy hair and pedobear grin in tow. Rumor has it, he 'discovered' Finn by hearing him in the boys' shower, what was the Spanish teacher even doing in the boys shower room afterschool anyway? That's not weird AT ALL. No wonder Ms Pilsbury dumped his ass. Or maybe she's still with him, whatever. Relationships in Glee are more melodramatic than an episode of Jersey Shore, plus people change boyfriends and girlfriends quicker than they change their outfits (aside from the Cheerios and the Warblers, who seem to sleep in their uniforms or something).
Next to him, Blaine Warbler has a big ole toothy smile on his face, and *gasp* no uniform. Just a simple jeans and polo on. Gotta admit, the blazer did contribute a ton to his overall appeal. Now that it was gone...well...
"Please welcome our newest member this year, Blaine Anderson." Huh, so that's his last name, everyone had thought it was Warbler for real. Next to Finn, Kurt looked as though he'd just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, which yeah, makes sense. If you're all dumb enough not to get that overtly obvious wordplay, then...yeah...leave. This is Glee, kindly leave your heterosexuality at the door.
What was he expecting though, after proposing to him for God knows how many times to join New Directions, you'd think he'd kind of know about Blaine joining New Directions (even though it was senior year, and apparently his parents got no say in this school move). He'd have to get used to adults going around telling him what to do though. 'Teachers', that's what they're called, apparently.
Everyone clapped, because they were a family, (albeit one with new members joining and people leaving every few weeks) and that's what families did. Support each other or some other crap. Blaine immediately joins Kurt in the front row, and ending the klaine part in this chapter.
Rachel smiled because she think it'd be a good distraction for Kurt, since he's her only real competition and all (even though he's never sung a solo during competitions before...), plus she was almost done writing the 'falling in love with a gay man' (working title, people) chapter in her autobiography (it's never too early to prepare yourself for your inevitable superstardom). New material was needed.
The two token Asians sat in the back, sitting quietly like the good background characters and occasional plot devices they were.
Also in the back row, Santana and Brittany were having one of their signature best friend moments which consisted of them practically sitting on each other's lap and eye-sexing like nobody's business. Brittany had tried to hit on Blaine several times (for reasons still a mystery to this day) and the last time that happened, Santana just had to interfere and kiss Britt herself, in front of thousands of screaming perverts (not to mention how tumblr exploded and 'THEY KISSED' trended worldwide for 12 hours straight on twitter). Typical best friend behavior if you ask me. God, it was just a peck on the lips. If only people could see what they get up to in the privacy of their rooms...Again, not weird at all, because they're best friends, and Brittany would tell you that the plumbing's totally different. Truth.
In front of the pair (who were busy whispering something about Lady Kisses to each other and Santana smiling goofily like the whipped girlfr- err, smiling goofily like how one best friend would smile to the other best friend, in a completely non-lovestruck and platonic way) Rachel and Quinn shared a meaningful look with each other, before Quinn tentatively reaches for Rachel's (only slightly mannish) hand (which, surprisingly could come in rather handy from time to time...if you catch her drift, which hopefully you all do, because otherwise why are you even reading this?).
As Mr. Schue starts to grab a marker to write down onto the whiteboard his word for the week (which he'd probably just thought of the previous day, due to something Emma said) so that they could begin their assignments which would just become forgotten the week after, Rachel stood up, and Quinn followed.
"If I may, Quinn and I also have something important to say..." (and to answer your questions, that may or may not have been intended to rhyme)
Mr Schue looked from their intertwined hands back up to the two girls, well this is gonna be interesting. The Spanish teacher who spends zero time preparing his lessons (of course not. He's too busy lurking outside boys changing rooms looking for possible new talent, chilling in the lunchroom waiting for Emma to come so they could have ~deep and meaningful~ conversations regarding their on again off again relationship, or sitting in his huge, comfortable home in front of the fireplace. Because high school teachers earn so much money) practically foamed at the mouth (not because two young hotties were holding hands in front of him or anything). Last time those two sang a duet together, it was good. Not good enough to perform at Nationals, since the obvious way to prepare your set list for a competition on a large scale like that would be to write original songs the night before you competed, but it was good.
"Of course." He motions to the floor and takes his seat next to Finn, whose face was literally priceless as realization began to dawn on him. Just to recap, he dated Quinn at the start of sophomore year, then he dated Rachel, then proceeded to go back and forth between the two, losing his virginity to Santana Lopez somewhere in the middle. The same Santana Lopez who looks like she's having a fun time munching on Brittany's neck (in a completely platonic manner, etc etc etc).
"We're dating." Quinn announces, somewhat blushing, as the pair give each other lovesick looks.
People are literally shitting themselves. Except, not really. Asians remained indifferent (and will continue to be this way whenever something happens, unless stated otherwise), Artie shrugs, Puck suggests a threesome, (since that's what Puck always did whenever lesbians were involved) Sam was nowhere to be found (because he's a guest star now), Mercedes is probably thinking about the tots she's gonna have for lunch, and Santana and Brittany are too damn busy feeling each other up and whispering jokes into each other's ear. Private jokes. Well, Finn was, he looked a little green actually. Everyone, let's have a little moment of silence for dear Finn Hudson's totally legitimate ~lovelife~. Moment over, now back to Faberry.
"Um, I gotta go..." He say, already getting up from his chair. Too bad. Santana had always wanted to see him weep like a little girl. Except, oh, she already had. Bawled like a baby when he couldn't get it up the first time.
"To the showers?" Ok, so Will Schuester didn't actually say that (out loud). Instead, he just nodded his head and wished for a kiss from the two girls. Did it just get a little hotter in here?
"Eh, congratulations girls, I'm happy for you."
Not to be outdone, Santana also stands up and pulls Brittany with her. "Me and Britts are dating, too." (the biggest shock of the motherfucking millennium, ladies and gents).
Mercedes turns around, surprised, "I thought you two were dating since you and Artie broke it off."
"Yeah, so did I." Tina speaks up (quite useful for a group scene, this one).
Mr Schue (whom from now on will be referred to as pedo-Will) nods, "To be honest girls, you were pretty inseparable. You guys even showered together."
Brittany's brow scrunches up in confusion, "How would you know when we shower, Mr Schue?"
No comment. Awkward silence in the room.
"So, seeing as there are no more announcements to be made, let's talk about this week's assignment." Pedo-Will stands up and writes a big 'senior year' on the whiteboard, then underlining it. "It's your senior year guys, the very last one before you all head off to do big things. Trust me, you're all gonna have the time of your lives. So, for this assignment, I just want you all to sing a song that describes your high school experience. The best, or the worst thing about Mickinley. Up to you."
A few glances are being exchanged in the room, it would also mean that they are all going to head off in different directions after graduation. Sure, they could meet up and have a reunion or whatever, but it just wouldn't be the same.
So, the thing with this fic is that I'mma have fun writing it, so any sort of song ideas, anything you wanna see happen, Any text from last night, fml you wanna see, just tell me and I'll try to write it in. That's if anyone is even reading this...I don't like begging for reviews, but in all seriousness, I'm a total review whore.