Will led Kylie into the West McKinley choir room. Almost as soon as he made it inside, he noticed that it was louder and more chaotic than usual. When the students realized he had arrived, he was barraged by cries of "Mr. Schue!" from several directions.
"Sorry," he said quietly to Kylie. "I'm not sure what's happening. It's not usually this crazy in here."
"Mr. Schue!" Rachel ran up to him. "Can you please tell Mercedes that -" She stopped and looked at Kylie. "Who is she?"
The room got quiet, and everyone turned to Kylie. Will glanced at her, and saw that she had visibly shrunken from their gazes. He stepped toward her, as if to protect her.
"I was just getting to that. Guys, meet Kylie Wilson. She just moved here from..." He looked at her.
"New Hampshire," she said quietly.
"New Hampshire, and she was telling me how she was in two different choirs, plus singing with the jazz band, and doing some musical theater."
Rachel looked skeptical. "Did she sing for you? Is she any good?"
Will smiled. "Yes, she did sing for me. And she's very good." He turned to Kylie. "Care to demonstrate?"
She stared at the floor, and shook her head no.
"Another time?"
She shrugged.
"Alright, then, you can sit down."
Kylie ducked into the first open seat she could find, in the front row. They're all looking at me, she thought, but at least I can't see them.