I finally feel as though I'm settling in properly to Glee.

Even with Sunshine gone, I'm still making new friends, like Kurt and Mercedes for example. We hang out together sometimes, and talk about things. Mercedes wants to know what it's like living OS, and I ask Kurt for fashion advice. It definitely helps asking fashion-conscious gay guy for advice. I see Tina and Mike Chang around school quite often, and when I see Artie wheeling down the hallways, coloured lights flashing, we wave to each other.

Yep, you could say I'm settling in pretty well.

So on Monday, when Mr Shue asks us who Christopher Cross is, I feel pretty surprised. I have no idea, and it doesn't seem as if anyone else does, either.

"He discovered America." Brittany pipes up.

Mr Schuester begins to tell us all about easy listening, and to be honest, I'm not really tuned in. My mind is focussed on more important glee matters, like what songs we might be performing this week. Until I hear Kurt say, "This week, for the homecoming assembly, the McKinley High School glee club perform a number by...wait for it...Miss Britney Spears."

I clap my hands together in excitement. All around me, I hear many exclamations of delight, the other members thrilled that we get to, maybe, perform a song by Britney. I think back and remember to when I was about six, and Tessa was seven. We were driving home in the car on a hot summer's day, sitting in the back of the car eating chocolate chip cookies, when a Britney song came on the radio. Tess and I sang happily along to it the whole way home.

However, my thoughts are pulled back to reality when I hear Mr Shue saying, "No, no...I don't think she's a very good role model."

Rachel and Tina protest, when I suddenly hear, "I don't want to do Britney." Looking down the row of chairs, I see that the person who has spoken is Brittany. I stare at her in confusion.

"Why no Britney, Brittany?" Kurt asks, looking probably just as confused as I am.

"Because my name is also Britney Spears." she announces, staring at the floor.

Wait...what?

We all stare at her in bewilderment.

"My middle name is Susan, my last name is Pierce, that makes me Brittany S. Pierce." she explains. Brittany then goes on to explain how she feels as though she will never be as talented or as famous as Britney Spears, except all I can do is sit there in puzzlement. How on earth did she seemingly jump to that conclusion?

"Well." Mr Schue seems as taken aback as the rest of us. "It's been decided. No Britney. Sorry."

I'm disappointed, but try to hide the expression on my face. I mean, I grew up with Britney Spears. In primary school when I was about seven or eight, my friends would come round for sleepovers, which would always lead to a Britney karaoke night.

And as Mr Schue starts telling us about another easy listening artist I've never heard of, my brain tunes out again.

After I've headed back to Sunshine's house, on my own for the first time, I drop my bag in my room, and go to her room to see if she's back from Carmel High. She isn't, so for another half hour, I read an email from my parents, then type one back. I'm just sending the email off, when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in", I call. Sunshine enters the room, looking pleased to see me. I grin at her. "Hey! How was your first day of your new school?"

Sunshine flops down onto my bed, her expression perky. "It was all right. I didn't need to audition or anything. But most of the day was spent in the auditorium rehearsing." She turns to me. "It was great. They let me sing a song, and I got a standing ovation." She smiles, and although I'm happy for her, I can't help wondering if she mostly joined Vocal Adrenaline because of the bribe Dustin Goolsby made her. "And how was McKinley?"

"Good, thanks. Brittany shocked us all in glee today by telling her that her actual name was Britney Spears." I laugh at the memory, and Sunshine joins in. "We want to do a Britney Spears number, but Mr Schue won't let us."

Sunshine shakes her head. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get to do one soon." She pauses for a moment, as if thinking. "But don't forget that maybe Mr Schue may have a point." Seeing my expression, she hurries on. "I didn't mean it like that, Angel. I mean that maybe he has a reason for not wanting to do Britney."

I start to mentally brainstorm what the reason could be, but am interrupted by Mrs Corazon calling us to dinner.

There has to be some way I can get round this...