Title: The Second Auditions

Rating: T for sexual humor

Summary: After hearing of the new characters that are coming to Glee in season two I wanted to write a long fic about them but settled on a drabble-like oneshot instead. I might continue though because I really love Sam/Kurt, haha.

Chris Colfer claimed Kurt's boyfriend's name would be Sam.

For Faith, Lyra, and Evans I just made those names up, seeing as they are yet to be named.

I enjoy writing Faith/Kurt interaction—apparently she will be against homosexuality, but I think in the end she could end up close friends with Kurt and Mercedes. Maybe.

I didn't include Quinn's future boyfriend because I just heard about him~ Whoops. But I think he could join later on under Sam's influence.

Ah, Sam, I love my version of you. Watch you be nothing like this in the real show.

Sorry if there's typos, I didn't beta.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. If I did, Kurt would have more solos.

Glee Club Members

Rachel stars at Sam as he tries to erase his name from the list posted on the school hallway's bulletin board announcing who made it into glee club.

"You know that list is typed, therefor ink, therefor impossible to erase with an eraser shaped like a mutated cat," she states from behind him, making his jolt in surprise.

He looks at her with a scowl. "It's Batman and shut up, you . . . person."

"Rachel Barbara Berry."

"Idon'tcare," the blond says quickly and turns back to glare at the list.

"You're awfully rude, you know. Luckily that makes up in your vocal talent. I think you could be a promising addition to New Directions."

"Shut up, Barbara." Sam starts to try to stab his name with his Batman eraser. "Nude Erections. What the hell. What the hell is Nude Erections? Some type of porno?"

"Why do you relate everything to pornography?" Rachel questions, not expecting an answer. "No, it's New—Directions—he name of our glee club."

"Lame. Lame. So lame." He holds out a hand. Rachel takes it. "Let go of my hand, woman. I want a pen. Give me a pen."

Rachel takes her hand away and frowns, reaching into her backpack. She pulls out a gold pen and hands it to him. "You need to learn manners."

Sam ignores her for the moment and scribbles over his name. "You need to learn that gold ink doesn't cover up black ink."

"I have a Sharpie!" someone proclaims in a high-pitched voice.

"Sweet God almighty," Sam mutters.

"Samuel!" It's Faith. She's all giggly. "What did I tell you about saying God's name in vain?"

"What did I tell you about being too giggly," Sam counters, taking the Sharpie and scratching his name out. "Sweet freedom."

"You never told me that, silly goat!" Faith does a limp-wrist motion. "Why are you doing that?"

"Because I don't want everyone to know I'm in Nude Erections."

"New Directions," Rachel corrects.

"Has anyone ever told you you're a very annoying person?" Sam says.

"And you don't want everyone to know you're in glee club. But glee club knows. Are we not somebodies?"

"You make my brain hurt and I'm generally smart for jock standards."

"Which is still far below the average's I.Q. level."

"Yeah, well, you need a nose job."

"Oh my," Faith says slowly. "Let's not fight, y'all!" She gasps. "Oh, why looks down yonder! Here comes that nice Kirk boy and that plump colored girl! Hello there, friends!"

"And this is where I take my leave, ladies," Sam says with fake chivalry and a quick bow. "I can't be seen with anymore of you people." He waves at them all. "Bye Barbara, Hope, Gay Kid, Arthea!"

"What was that all about?" Kurt asks as Sam scampers away.

"He is apparently embarrassed to be a member of glee club," Rachel explains.

"I wouldn't say that!" Faith puts in optimistically.

"Oh, I can see that," Kurt drawls. "Petty popular kid afraid of loosing his precious ranking in the social latter."

"Fear of becoming a loser," Mercedes continues.

"Typical Survival of the Fittest Syndrome," Kurt finishes.

Faith squeals, earning confused looks from the other three.

"It is sooo cute how y'all two are so in synch!" she pips and takes the chance to grab a hand from each of the best friends. "You know, us three have the same first period—we should totally go together! Sorry, Rachel, I don't think you're in our class."

"I'm not," Rachel says. "Now if you'll excuse me I have my own—AP honors—class to get to."

"Bye-bye," Faith says, waving the brunette off. Once Rachel is gone she tugs on Kurt and Mercedes' hands. "Now time for us to head to Calculous! Oh I have a feeling we're going to be great friends Kirk and—oh, um, I didn't catch you're name," she says to Mercedes.

"Apparently not mine either," Kurt states. "Kurt with a urt, not an irk."

"Oh! Well, aren't I blushing!" Faith chuckles daintly. "Okay, so Kurt aaaand. . ."

"Mercedes."

"Mercedes! Beautiful! Is that or is that not a car? I think it's a car. Spanish, I believe."

"German actually," Mercedes corrects, raising an eyebrow.

Faith gasps as if awe stuck. "Aww, what destiny! I do believe have German in me! See, even though I am white and you are a colored girl we share so much in common!"

"Uh, yeah . . ." Mercedes trails off to give Kurt a look which he returns ten fold. "Can we go now!"

"Sure thing!"

Faith loops their arms together and then they're off to see the wizard.

A/N: So I decided to continue it, ye gods. [/facepalms]

Sorry that this is so short (and probably full of typos!) I'm leaving for the beach tomorrow and wanted to go ahead and post it. I have to get up early tomorrow so I couldn't make it longer. Sorry! I promise I'll make up with a long chapter next time.

If you haven't noticed this sorry will mostly focus on Sam/Kurt (like how they haven't interacted like at all yet [/facepalms again]) with a little Faith and Rachel and Finn thrown in there. But the others will get some screen time too. :)