So, so, so sorry for the late update; my computer broke, so the only time I have to type is at the library which is where I'm at now. Also, please note that if your characters are OOC, there's a reason for it.

CAST IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Zendaya Coleman as Jada De La Rosa
Voice Claim: Zendaya\Alessia Cara

Macy Kate as Nevaeh Ross
Voice Claim: Charli XCX/Macy Kate

Diggy Simmons as Javon Williams
Voice Claim: Diggy Simmons

Kat McNamara as Alisha Hill
Voice Claim: Chrissy Costanza/Sara Bareilles

Emeraude Toubia as Lainey Valentine
Voice Claim: Siren Gene

Martina Stoessel as Catalina Vargas
Voice Claim: Martina Stoessel

Luke Benward as Lucas Bond
Voice Claim: Nick Jonas/Machine Gun Kelly

Julia Barretto as Maddie Ning
Voice Claim: Natalie Valerin/J. Fla

Masahiro Higashide as Hiro Sato
Voice Claim: Jeremy McKinnon

Gabrielle Union as Principal Erica Williams

"How the hell are we supposed to get ten people to sign up?"

Only a day after getting their 'punishment' from Principal Williams, Jada and Nevaeh were in the cafeteria trying to figure out what to do. Jada had gone online for a Glee club to be able to compete in competitions they'd need at least thirteen members. They didn't all have to be on stage and sing, but they still had no idea how to get more people on board.

"Eight." Nevaeh corrected before taking a bite of her hot dog. The food at Crenshaw wasn't the best, but at least they didn't have to pay for it- not that they couldn't afford it. "Javon got Cory to join and Cory's asking his dude to join too."

"Theo?"

Nevaeh nodded. "We could always ask Lina to join, too." She suggested, but Jada shook her head.

"I don't know." She sighed. "You know she got two jobs and she watches her brother. She might be too busy."

"Won't know until you ask." The blonde pointed out. "You ask her later and I'll ask Callie." Nevaeh didn't even have to wait a second before Jada began protesting.

"No, no, no- hell no!" She practically shouted, but it was loud enough in the cafeteria with all the chatter that no one noticed. "You know I hate that bitch."

"I don't know why." Nevaeh replied honestly. "She's not that bad-"

"Tell that to Rhonda." Jada said. "You remember her right? Callie told her that her weave looked like a cheap wig and that's how we found out that Rhonda had cancer and went bald from chemo."

"She didn't mean it like that and she didn't say 'cheap'." Nevaeh reminded her friend. "You just like seeing the worst in people. If you actually tried to spend time with her, you'd know that she'd kind of cool. Plus, Rhonda got over the weave thing, so why can't you?"

Jada simply crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Callie's a bitch and I don't trust bitches because bitches spelled backwards is sehctib and that don't make no sense. Just like that bitch." And with that, Jada rose from her seat before grabbing her tray and walking away. Nevaeh sighed as she watched her go; Jada had always been a diva.

"Come on, we have to join at least one club." Lainey claimed as she looked over the numerous papers advertising the schools clubs. There was, surprisingly, a lot of options. "There's Student Government, Book Club, Soccer, Art Club-"

"Why am I signing up for a club again?" Alisha asked and Lainey sighed.

Alaina Valentine and Alisha Hill had been best friends since the latter of the two moved to Miami's 'ghetto' over five years ago. Despite the fact that their neighborhood and the surrounding ones housed plenty of lower class white people, Alisha still managed to stick out like a sore thumb with her long bright red hair and green eyes. Alaina had been the only person in sixth grade who would speak to her- Alaina being an outcast of a different kind with the burns on her body that she couldn't always hide.

Now, at the ages of fifteen and sixteen, Alisha and Lainey were in high school and still- more or less- outcasts. Not that they minded. Alisha was ridiculously shy and tended to keep to herself while Lainey was way too cynical and sarcastic for anyone to stand being around her for more than a few moments.

"Because you are too shy." Lainey claimed as her eyes continued to scan the board.

"No, I'm not." Alisha protested weakly and Lainey didn't even spare her a glance.

"Ali? You nearly had a heart attack when you thought you'd have to talk to the lunch lady. If I didn't know you, I'd say you had social anxiety." Lainey's hands went up and pulled down a flyer from the board. "How about choir? You love singing."

"My mom would have a nervous breakdown if she knew that I was in choir." Alisha reminded as she took the paper and pinned it back up. A throat cleared behind them and both Alisha and Lainey turned around to see Nevaeh Ross standing behind them. Nevaeh was one of those people who everyone knew the name of just because who she was as a person. Neither girl had actually ever talked to her, but they still knew her.

"Hi." She gave them a wide smile. "Do you want to sign up for a chance to win a twenty dollar gift card for McDonalds?"

"What's the catch?" Lainey asked immediately. Nevaeh shook her head.

"No catch." She claimed. "Just sign the paper." Lainey sighed as she took the clipboard and neatly wrote her name under the only other three that were on there before handing it to Alisha who did the same. Nevaeh smile when it was handed out to her. "Thank you and here you go." She said sticking a large yellow smiley face sticker on both of the girls shoulders. Then she noticed the small telltale bump of Lainey's pregnancy and stuck one on her stomach too. "Congratualations, you two are the newest members of Crenshaw's very own Glee club."

"Wait, what?!" Lainey demanded, but Nevaeh had already begun walking away. "You said there was no catch!"

"I lied." Nevaeh called back as she disappeared around the corner. Lainey growled a bit as she pulled the smiley face sticker off of her stomach and Alisha put a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, you did say you wanted to join a club." She pointed out. She got a sticker to the face for her trouble.

"I don't know, Jay." Catalina said as she picked up a plate and slipped it into the tub under her arm. She moved on to the next table, but Jada just followed her.

School had only been out for an hour, but Jada knew where to find Catalina; Nevaeh's family owned a nice restaurant only a few blocks away where almost everyone in the surrounding blocks ate. Catalina was one of the waitresses there and she worked everyday for five hours after school.

"Lina, please." She begged. "You ain't even gotta show up or nothin'. Just sign your name on the sign up sheet and I'll explain to Mr. Schue that you can't audition right now. He'll understand." Catalina scoffed.

"I doubt he'll let me in just because my names on the sign up sheet."

"But that's the thing!" Jada said as she followed her friend past the counter and into the kitchen of the restaurant. If any of the other employees seemed to noticed, they didn't care. "He will! The thing on the paper literally says 'You're already accepted'. C'mon, please! You know if I don't get all the names I need, Erica is going to put me in detention for a month."

"Again?" Catalina asked as she put the tub of dishes next to the sink. Knowing that Jada wouldn't leave until she got the answer she wanted, Catalina sighed. "Alright. You can put my name down, but I'm not going to any of the meetings if they're at the same time as my shifts." Jada let out a breath of relief and pulled Catalina into a hug, ignoring the fact that she was getting all sorts of stains on her pants.

"Thank you, so much." Giving her friend a kiss on the cheek, Jada began making her way out of the kitchen. "You'll love it!" She called back. "I promise! Love ya, bae!" Unable to repress the smile on her face, Catalina shook her head and got back to work.

"Luke...Lucas!"

Pulling his headphones back, the blonde sitting on the bench in front of his locker looked over to see one of his teammates, Javon leaning against his own locker. He wore only a towel, showing off the three different tattoos on his torso.

"Yeah?"

"My girl, Jada, she got this thing she gotta do and I was wonderin' if you could help her out or something."

"What is it?" Lucas asked deciding not to jump to conclusions. The last thing he wanted was to get involved with something that would get him in trouble.

Javon pushed himself off the locker and sat down on the bench near Lucas. "There's this new club at the school, it's like a choir, but you gotta do competitions and shit. We gotta get, at least, thirteen people signed up. You want in?"

Lucas shook his head. "I don't know. Singing isn't really my thing."

"You ain't even gotta audition." Javon assured him. "Just show up to the meetings." Lucas was about to pass, but Javon put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm beggin', man. Do me this one favor and I got you."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You...got me? Got me for what."

"Whatever you need." What the hell? He and Javon were friends, plus he knew that his mother wanted him to get more involved in school. He had joined the photography club for that reason.

"Uh, sure. Where?"

"I'll get back to you on that." Javon told him before getting up from the bench and going back to his locker. Lucas couldn't help but feel like his life was going to change drastically...

Or something cliche like that.

"Hi, dad." Maddie greeted as she slid into the passenger seat of her family's Toyota. She immediately pulled on her seat belt, expecting her father to begin driving but the car stayed still. "Dad?" She looked over to see him staring at her with a sad expression on his face. "Dō shimashita ka?" She asked, wondering what was wrong. Realizing that he had been staring, her father shook his head.

"Nothing." He assured her. He went to put the car in drive, but Maddie stopped him by putting a hand on his.

"What's wrong?" She asked again.

"It's nothing." He claimed and she gave him a look. "You're here every day."

Maddie furrowed her eyebrows. "It's school, Dad." She reminded him. "I don't really have a choice."

Her father sighed. "I didn't mean it that way." He said. "I meant, you've been at this school for two months and you haven't joined anything clubs or-"

"I'm a mathlete, captain of the debate team and I tutor during study hall."

"Okay, those are academic clubs." He continued. "What about art club? The volleyball team- I'd even be happy if you joined the choir. You love to sing."

Maddie gave her father a look. "Mom would lose her head if I joined anything un-academic." She reminded. "I mean, I'd love to join choir or something, but mom-"

"Isn't the one who goes to school everyday." He finished and Maddie sighed. "I know that you don't mind SAT prep or mathletes, but I don't want your entire life to be you doing things that you don't mind doing. I want you to do something- at least one thing that you want to do. Not me, not mom; you."

Maddie opened her mouth, completely intent on telling him what she thought he wanted to hear; that she liked Mathletes and debate; that she didn't want to join any other clubs; that she was completely and absolutely happy. She was ready to say all of these things, but then her eyes drifted past her father and out the window where a large bright sign caught her eyes.

GLEE CLUB SIGN UPS, it read in bright blue and yellow marker. SING, DANCE, LIVE!

"Where are you going?" Her dad asked as she unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door.

"To do something I want." She told him before getting out of the car. Maddie's dad watched as she went around the front of the car and jogged over to the girl underneath the Glee Club sign. They talked for a few moments before Maddie signed her name on the girl's clipboard and came back to the car. When she got back inside, he noticed a yellow smiley face sticker on the front of her white button up. She buckled herself up and looked over to him when the car didn't start. "Happy?"

"Are you?"

Maddie thought for a moment. "...I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Can-Can you make the first cut...please?" Hiro looked over at his lab partner to see that her pale face had taken on a slightly green hue. He could tell that she was already dangerously close to being sick.

"Do you need to go to the nurse?" Alisha shook her head before she cleared her throat.

"I'm fine." She insisted. "I just, uh...why do we have to do this?" She asked looking down at the frog. The dreaded frog dissection was something every Sophomore class was required to do. There was always, at least, one student who puked or passed out each class and it seemed that Hiro's partner would be the unlucky one.

"Something about the furthering or science?" He guessed and she raised an eyebrow. "I, honestly, don't know." Noticing that the teacher was nearing them, Hiro quickly cut into the dead frog on the tray and the effect was instantaneous.

Not even a moment after his blade cut into the frog, murky grey liquid squirted out and hit Alisha straight in the face. "Oh, God!" She quickly tried to wipe it off, but only got even more disgusted when her hands touched it. "Oh, my Go-" She gagged and Hiro already knew what was going to happen.

"Out of the way!" He called as he grabbed Alisha and rushed her past their disgusted and humored classmates.

"Mr. Sato!" The teacher exclaimed, but Hiro ignored her as he rushed Alisha out of the classroom. He would rather deal with an angry teacher than a puddle of vomit that he'd, no doubt, be asked to clean up.

Thankfully, the nearest bathroom was only a few feet down the hall and Hiro didn't even care that he was barging into the girls bathroom. Luckily, no one was inside as he rushed Alisha into the nearest stall. She immediately fell down to her knees before she vomited into the toilet. Not wanting to leave her alone, Hiro pulled her head back and tentatively rubbed her back.

"I'm so sor-" Alisha began, but was interrupted by her own puking. Hiro patted her back hesitantly.

"It's...fine." He assured her. "I've got experience with stuff like this. Just...try not to talk or it'll be worse for us both." From the little bit of her face that he could see, Hiro could tell that she was going to try and speak again, so he just did the first thing that popped into his head; he sang.

"Barcelona," He sang softly. "I still long to hold her once more, oh. My boots of leather from Europe, I gather you know...know. Every time you have to go, shut my eyes and you know; I'll be lying right by your side in Barcelona."

"The native man sang in a foreign tongue. I still ache to know the song that he sung, Barcelona. Every time you have to go, shut my eyes and you know; I'll be lying right by your side in Barcelona. Every time you have to go, shut my eyes and you know; I'll be lying right by your side in Barcelona, oh...Barcelona, oh-oh...Barcelona, oh-oh-oh. Every time you have to go, shut my eyes and you know; I'll be lying right by your side in Barcelona."

It was long before the nurse found them and she and the security guard helped Alisha up- most likely being called by a teacher. The nurse insisted that Hiro go back to class, but he refused to leave Alisha; sure, it was mostly because he didn't want to go back to class, but he was worried about his lab partner at the same time.

Hiro was sitting at the nurses desk while Alisha lay on the cot; she had fallen asleep as soon as she had laid down, but Hiro couldn't blame her; she was on the smaller side, but she had thrown up more in the last half hour than he had in the past year.
With nothing else better to do, Hiro was playing with one of the stress balls he had found on the nurses desk; tossing it up in the air and catching it which he had been doing for the past forty-five minutes. However, on one of his throws, he threw it too high and it hit the ceiling with a loud "Thunk", which woke Alisha.

"What's happening?" She asked sleepily as she rubbed at her eye and Hiro resisted the urge to hit himself.

"Nothing." He assured her as she turned on her side to face him. "I was, uh, messing around." He showed her the ball. "Threw it too high."

"Oh."

The two lapsed back into silence and Hiro went back to tossing the stress ball in the air. The long silence lasted until Alisha spoke minutes later.

"You have a nice voice," She commented and Hiro shrugged.

"...Thanks," He said eventually. "You too." Why would he say that?

Alisha seemed amused. "You've never heard me sing."

"Yeah, I know." He nodded. Hiro wasn't used to talking to people; he usually tended to avoid any person other than his uncle and sister. His Uncle Kaz was the only one who seemed to understood that Hiro didn't like talking and, instead, filled the silence himself. Hiro's little sister, Yukiko was a natural chatterbox so he probably wouldn't be able to get a word in if he tried. He had been meaning to work on that, though- his silence, not his sister's chattiness- at his uncles insistance. "Do you sing?"

Alisha shrugged. "I guess." Was her answer. Feeling an unfamiliar need to fill the silence, she continued. "I got tricked into joining this singing group, though."

"How'd that happen?"

"It just...did." She shrugged again. "I don't know if I'll actually go, though."

"You should." Alisha looked to Hiro in surprise. "We've sat next to each other every day since I transferred her and this is the most you've ever said. You're so quiet that, until Ms. Anderson asked you where the bathroom was, I didn't think you could talk."

Alisha tried not to blush. She was used to staying in the background- staying quiet. "Ditto."

"Yeah," He acknowledged. "Maybe I'll get tricked into that singing thing, too. Then I'll get to hear you sing." Alisha didn't know what to say to that. To be fair, she wasn't exactly sure about what was happening; Alaina was the only person that Alisha really spoke to, so she didn't know what to say or do next.

"...Maybe." Is what she felt comfortable with.

"So," Erica asked as she stepped next to Will. "How do you like it?"

Crenshaw Heights High School wasn't a poor school, but they didn't have a lot of money either, which meant that they didn't have any spare classrooms that could be used as a choir room. The actual choir practiced regularly in the music room, so Will had no choice but to build a choir room himself.

The room had been added to the first floor near the Spanish classroom and Will had only been able to spend a certain amount of money and that reflected in the room

All four walls were exposed brick with one or two large windows on each wall to let in natural light and the floor was a light gray tile. There were three exposed wooden beams on the high ceiling and there were two other doors in the room; one leading to a closet and the other to a private office for Will. Against the north wall were three wooden platforms that held twenty chairs. There were a couple different cabinets inside for storage and the piano and drum set had already been set up inside along with speakers and there were a few guitars (both acoustic and electric) leaning against the wall and more instruments and sound boards were still being delivered. It was simple...and amazing.

"It's perfect." Will told her honestly. "It's simple, functional and I think the kids are gonna love it."

"Speaking of kids," Erica began. "Have you gotten any members yet?" Will nodded.

"Surprisingly, yes." He pulled a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Erica. With raised eyebrows, she unfolded it. "Nevaeh gave it to me in class earlier. We don't have everyone we need, but we've got enough for now."

Erica looked at the names before looking up at Will. "This is...surprising."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I expected students like Theo and Darrel James, but Alaina Valentine? Alisha Hill? They're not exactly social butterflies- and Madoka Ning hasn't joined any club that's not focused on academics."

"I have no idea how Nevaeh and Jada got them to join." Will admitted. "I just know that they didn't hurt anyone."

"Well," Eric handed Will back his list. "Congratulation Mr. Schuester; you are now the proud coach of Crenshaw Height's Glee club. Now you just have one more thing to do."

Will raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?" Erica gave him a smile.

"Now you have to give them a name."