Blaine's POV


"I can't believe it's been nearly four years." I say to Tina, who is helping sort through music. "Four years since we sat in those chairs, since-"

"Okay, Blaine, stop with all the flash backs. You've been going on and on ever since you got this job." Tina interrupts. It's true though.

It's been 4 years since the whole Glee Club sat in this room. Since Mr. Shue became principal of McKinley and made McKinley an arts school. Since he is now principal, he can no longer coach the Glee Club. It's in the rule book. Too much power over the club. Too biased. So, that's why I'm here.

Ever since Dalton burned down, Mr. Shue kept trying to offer me a job. I was reluctant at first, but eventually came to my senses. I am now head director of the New Directions.

I'm basically Mr. Shue.

Well, old Mr. Shue.

Glee Club Mr. Shue.

Whatever. It really doesn't matter. I'm in charge now, and New Directions is going to be bigger and better than ever.

Of course, we lost most of our members at the end of last year.

Dalton burned down a few years back, but thanks to all the rich parents, the state of Ohio, and supporters from all over the country, Dalton was rebuilt. I went back there to see if I could get my old job back, be coach of the Warblers again, but Hunter Clarington, the jerk face, already got the job. Dalton looks exactly the same, like nothing changed. Everything is exactly like how it used to be. It's actually kinda creepy.

But after that, I accepted Mr. Shue's job offer and became head of New Directions.

Thanks to Sue, pretty much all the members of Glee Club got transferred to other schools, and by the time we could get them back, it was too late. They were mostly all seniors.

So we lost all the members from Dalton, and our Seniors. No Biggy, right? Lots of underclassmen to take over, right? Wrong.

It's like Glee kids disappeared. All the ones from last year are gone. Don't know where or when, but not a single one of them remains.

Which brings me to my ultimate problem:

I have no kids.

Zero.

Zippo.

That's it.

Nada.

So Tina and I started organizing, getting everything back where it needed to be, and we're having tryouts later today. The sign up sheet is up, and, based on a previous success, I believe that lots of kids will sign up. Mr. Shue does too.

"Blaine, I think we finally did it. Everything's organized."

"Great. Tryouts time."


"5? Only 5 kids signed up?" I stare aghast at the tryouts sheet.

"Well, I mean, that's how many Mr. Shue originally started out with." Tina tries to cheer me up, but it doesn't work.

"Tina, we don't even know if these kids can sing, or dance, or if they're even real!"

"Yeah, Dick Cockhead sounds pretty made up..." I throw my hands up in frustration. "Blaine, it's okay. The kids should be backstage right now. Just call out a name and if they show up, they're real. Let's just see what they can do and then decide where to go from there."

"You're right. Okay. Let's do this." I look at the first name written on the sheet, written in curly, fancy letters. "Uh, McKayla McCarthy?" I say into the mic. I'm met with a shriek that makes Tina and me jump out of our seats. A girl with bright, curled brown hair walks onto the stage. She wears tall tan heels with knee-high socks with lace at the top. She's wearing a white blouse covered by a hot pink blazer with 3 M's on it, and a tight light pink skirt. She also has on a ton of makeup, which also has a lot of pink.

"Hi!" she calls to us through the mic set up for on stage, "I'm McKayla Merissa McCarthy, I'm a sophomore, I love pink and fashion, and, of course, singing and performing. My parents and pretty much everyone knows I'm extremely talented and gifted. So I've decided to try out for this Glee Club today."

"Okay, uh, thanks for letting us get to know you, McKayla," I reply, also through my mic, "uh, what are you going to sing for us today?"

"I'll be singing Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson."

"Okay, whenever you're ready." The music starts and she starts strutting around stage, dancing, singing, which are both pretty good. She acts like a total snob up there, owning the stage. She reminds me a lot of Rachel Berry. She starts to finish her song, kicking up high and landing in a split.

"So call me maybe..." Tina and I applaud for her. McKayla stands up and puts the mic back on the mic stand. "Thank you, Thank you! It was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Thank you McKayla. Just one note: try not to use the mic as much. I'd like to see how you project your voice. Other than that and a few minor things, it was great. We'll let you know." I say. She does a girly squeal and scurries offstage.

"Well, that wasn't so bad." Tina says to me.

"Yeah, let's just get through tryouts though. Next is Nick Simmons." A boy in jeans, a Varsity basketball, football, and other sports jacket, walks onto stage. "Oh wow, you play football?"

"Uh yeah, as well as many other sports."

"That's, that's just great. I love seeing sports kids, especially football, coming and doing these things. Thank you."

"Uh, you're welcome?"

"Well, what are you gonna sing for us?"

"Uh, I'll sing you guys some Queen Crazy Little Thing Called Love." He begins to sing. Nice range, good looks, plays sports, this kid is great. He finishes and exits off stage.

"Natalie O'Neal?" A girl with brown hair and a green dress comes onstage. She sings Ready or Not by Bridget Mendler.

"Garrett Patterson?" A thin, tall boy with glasses comes onstage and sings us some Elvis.

"Fauna Clyde?" A girl with auburn hair, khakis, and a sweater comes onstage and sings Halo By Beyoncé. She finishes and everyone has gone for tryouts.

"Well? What do you think?" I ask Tina.

"They're all good. McKayla was a little out there, but yet again, she was a little like Rachel, and that Nick guy was pretty good. All of them were good."

"Yeah, I guess we'd better hang up the list ASAP."


Tina and I type up a list and by the next morning, The New, New Directions cast is up. I can practically hear McKayla squeaks of delight from the choir room. We have our first meeting today and everyone shows up, sitting in the seats where I used to sit. I stand in front of them and smile.

"Hello everyone, I'm Blaine Anderson, but you guys can call me Mr. B. And you guys are the New, New Directions. Welcome to Glee Club."