Chapter 2

Katy

"Katy, time to wake up," Dad said loudly into my bedroom, making me jump out of my skin. I groaned at him, pulling myself out of bed and grabbing my first day of school outfit off the top of my dresser. It was my absolute favorite outfit: a black sleeveless turtle neck, my favorite skinny jeans, and my daddy's old blue Marc Jacobs jacket, from when he was in high school. I loved daddy's jacket. It was my signature piece of clothing at my old school.

After I got dressed, I brushed my long chestnut hair, putting each strand in its proper place, before making my way downstairs. Dad was the only one up, eating cereal and reading the newspaper like the old guy that he is. I just scoffed at him and got myself a bagel out of the refrigerator.

"You know how many calories are in just that bowl of cereal right?" I asked. My dad just laughed at me while he flipped the paper over.

"You are your father's daughter," he just said.

"So that means I'm healthy, attractive, talented-"

"Stubborn, dramatic," he added to my list. I just rolled my eyes at him and took my seat at the table, eating away at my bagel.

"I'm never going to forgive you for ruining my life," I said to Dad.

"That's nice," he said as he poured the extra milk out of his bowl and put the bowl in the dishwasher. "You have about fifteen minutes until we're leaving."

"Okay," I muttered, pulling apart my bagel until it looked completely unappetizing. I ended up just throwing it away; stomping past the trash can to go brush my teeth before we leave.

"Katy, hurry up! And make sure Harry's up too!" Dad called from downstairs. I skipped out on flossing and ran into Harry's room.

"Haaaaaarrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" I yelled, slamming his door open. He flew out of his bed.

"What the hell Katy!" he yelled at me, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He's not a morning person.

"We have school! Like, now! Dad is in the car!" I yelled while he ran around his room and grabbed clothes out of his dresser. I closed his door and hopped down the stupid stairs. Before I even made it down them, Harry came tearing down the steps, his hair a giant poof ball and his backpack barely on his shoulder.

"You two ready?" Dad asked, jingling his keys anxiously.

"I guess," I groaned, following Dad out to the Navigator and hopping into the passenger's seat before Harry could. He made some comment to me and got into the back, plugging himself into his iPod. "Let the worst day ever begin."

"Will you at least try?" Dad asked while he pulled out of the driveway. "I know they don't have an orchestra at McKinley, but they have bunches of other clubs you could join. There's cheerleading, film club, drama club, glee club-"

"What's a glee club?" I asked, cringing at the word. A glee club sounds like a bunch of overly peppy people talking about how peppy they are.

"It's show choir. Your daddy and I were in it back when we went to school here," he said, smiling. "He actually met me while trying to spy on my school's glee club for a competition."

"I thought you went here," I said, confused.

"I did, but just my senior year. The years before I went to a few other schools," he answered as we drove into the school parking lot. This school was tiny! My entire graduating class probably would be the equivalent to the entire student body here. "I'll just drop you two off at the door and then go park." Dad pulled up to the side of the school and I got out before he could try and give me more advice or words of wisdom.

Envy swooped over me as I watched all of my classmates pair off with their friends, smiling and laughing and talking about how great their summer was. The only person who was walking next to me was my frumpy brother, and he wasn't even talking. If anything, his pace was speeding up so he could get to class and get this year over with. Great.

"Hey, have I met you before?" An annoyed voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see a strong built, tan girl walking behind me, wearing a leather jacket, a red tank top and some jeans.

"No, I'm new," I answered, not sure if she was the type of person I wanted to be friends with.

"Names Roxanne. Roxanne Puckerman. Everyone calls me Puck though," she said, walking next to me now.

"I'm Katy Barbra Hummel-Anderson. I'm from New York," I answered Puck.

"Well, doesn't that make you so special K.B?" she said, giving me major attitude. I just stared at her, wondering who peed on her cheerios this morning. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," I said, just walking away. Wow, what a jerk! I couldn't believe she just approached me so she could yell at me. I had a feeling everyone else at this school wouldn't be very friendly either.


Harry

Getting adjusted wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I found my locker and my classes okay, but when lunch came, I felt sick. It was like one of those cheesy high school movies, where there was the A table, consisting of jocks and cheerleaders. Then, the b table consisting of the hockey team and the flag line. Then there were the ordinaries, the lucky ones who swoop under the radar, which I would've sat with if all the tables weren't full. There was only one table with vacancies, and it looked like a hodgepodge of outcasts. I guess I'd fit in there.

"Hi, what's your name?" asked a petite Asian girl from the table. Her black hair was up in pigtails and she was wearing kind of retro looking clothes.

"Harry… Harry Hummel-Anderson what's yours?" I asked, putting down my lunch, which consisted of an energy drink and fruit salad. I wasn't well adjusted enough to eat yet…

"Lindsey Chang," she answered. "That's Michael Abrams," she said, gesturing to a blonde dorky looking guy who was sitting next to her. "Then there's Jackie Parker," she pointed to a darker girl who looked full of attitude, but she smiled at Harry and waved.
"and last but not least, there's Juliet Evans," she said, pointing to a small blonde girl who silently picked at her lunch.

"I promise we have more friends than this. They just don't sit with us," Jackie said, smiling at me. "I know this is going to sound like a random question, but can you sing?"

Fear rushed over me. Oh God, I hope that she didn't ask that because of my other dad, Broadway legend Kurt Hummel and his 4 Tony's. I could sing decent enough but it wasn't exactly something I adored like both of my dads do.

"Yeah, but it's not something I'm really in to doing," I answered, trying to hide anything in my voice that could give away my family ties.

"Oh, well, we're all in glee club, and we always could use more recruits. A lot of our members graduated last year. Auditions are all week, if you want," she said, still smiling.

"Oh, okay," I said, wanting to sigh with relief. She didn't know who my dad was. That's excellent.

"Hey dorks," a small tan girl said, dropping her tray in a seat. Behind her was none other than my sister. "We've got another recruit."

"Great! What's your name?" Lindsey asked my sister.

"Katy," she said, actually turning timid for the first time probably in her life.

"Cool, are you going to audition today?" she asked as my sister sat down next to me.

"Maybe," she said simply. "Is Harry auditioning?"

"Probably not," I answered quickly. They stared at the two of us.

"How do you two know each other?" Michael asked.

"We're siblings," I said under my breath. All of them smiled and let out some excited sound. Why were they so happy about that?
"We've never had brother and sister in the glee club before! Think of all of the possibilities," Jackie said excitedly.

"More like less solos and duets for us," the tan girl said. "My name's Puck, by the way."
"Hi Puck," I said, not quite sure what kind of name that was, but I have no room to talk since I'm named after 'the boy who lived'.

"Oh you guys have to audition! It doesn't have to be perfect. Mr. Shue takes everyone who tries out," Lindsey said. Katy just sat down next to me with her also tiny lunch, celery and water, and turned quiet again. The entire lunch period was strange just because of that. My sister, the blabber mouth, just listened to conversation and answered questions with the least amount of words as possible. Oh well, she's a freshman now. She needs to learn to handle herself.

"See you guys after school for auditions!" Jackie yelled as we walked off to our classes. Katy was headed the same direction as they were, so I walked to my next class alone.

"Hey Harry," Dad said when I walked into the room. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that my dad was my teacher this year. I knew he wouldn't go any easier on me because I was in his class, but I didn't feel like he'd go any harder on me either. If anything, it'll be nice for if I need help with homework. "How's today been for you so far?"

"Not bad I guess…" I said, dropping my stuff off on one of the desks. "Is it okay if me and Katy stay after school for a bit? Our friends want us to audition for this show choir thing."

Dad's face lit up as soon as I mentioned show choir. I knew how he was about show choir. He and the Warblers still have reunions every year and go out somewhere to reminisce. I mean, he met my other dad over show choir, so for us wanting to be involved in that was a huge deal for him: like how some dads are with football.

"No, that's fine! I'll just wait for you guys in here, so I don't bother you," he said. We didn't get to talk much more because the students came piling in and he went from Dad to Mr. Hummel-Anderson (or Mr. Anderson for short).


Katy

I felt my knees get kind of knocky as I followed Puck to the choir room. I never really have sung in front of people before. Sure, Daddy and I go to Sing-A-Long Sound of Music every year and that's tons of fun, but to actually perform was a complete different thing.

It was really weird that Harry was auditioning too. He's too quiet to be a performer. He's more of a behind the scenes guy. Plus, I've never really heard him sing, so if anything, this should be interesting.

There were people who weren't at the lunch table in the choir room: cheerleaders and football players. My face lit up as soon as my eyes landed on Zack, my cousin.

"Zack! I didn't know you sang!" I yelled, running over to give my cousin a hug. He gave me kind of an awkward side hug thing, and then let me go. Some girl who was sitting next to him was glaring a hole into my back.

"Hey there Katy. Paula, this is my cousin Katy. Katy, this is my girlfriend Paula Johnson," Zack said awkwardly. He's such an awkward kid. "So, are you auditioning today?"

"Uh huh! And so is Harry," I said, taking the seat on the other side of Zack as Harry and some curly haired teacher walked in.

"Alright you guys! It looks like we have two new recruits to audition," The older man, who I'd assume is Mr. Shue said. "Who wants to go first?" My brother looked at me, his eyes pleading for me to go first, so I hopped up.

"I will!" I said, getting my perky energy back as I hopped down the stairs and stood in front of the class. "I didn't really have any time to prepare something, so this is just a song from one of my favorite musicals."

"Alright, whenever you're ready," Mr. Shue said encouragingly. I took a few deep breaths before finally starting the song.

"I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady, Bow when I go by. I'm a corporation now, not me, myself and I." I sang in my best Barbra Streisand voice. "Oh how that marriage license works on chambermaids and hotel clerks. The honeymoon was such delight that we got married that same night. I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady, still in bed at noon, Racking my brain deciding between orange juice and prune. Nick says nothing is too good for me, and who am I not to agree? I'm Sadie, Sadie, married lady, that's me!" I finished, adding a little stomp at the end of the little part. Everyone clapped for me, but the look on Mr. Shue's face kind of scared me. "Did I do it wrong?"

"No, you were really good," Mr. Shue said, sounding shocked. He shook his head, like to pull himself out of it. "Okay, now, who's next?"


Harry

What the hell am I doing here? I didn't know Katy could actually sing, otherwise I would've asked to go first! There's no way I can follow that, but it's too late to run away or anything. So, I had to grow a pair and just stand up.

"I also don't really have anything prepared," I said, passing Katy as I walked down the stairs. "And don't expect anything that good to come out of my mouth, but I'll do my best."

"Alright, whenever you're ready," Mr. Shue said. I sat down at the piano and thought for a second of what I could sing with the piano, so I could make sure I was matching pitch, and then I had it.

"It's getting late and I cannot seem to find my way home tonight. Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole, falling fall forever, wonderfully wandering alone," I sang, pressing down the chords on the piano. It definitely wasn't as good as Katy, but it wasn't too terrible. "What would my head be like if not for my shoulders or without your smile, may it follow you forever. May it never leave you to sleep in the stone, may we stay lost on our way home," I sang out, like other dad always told me to when I did sing. I always had the tendency to sing too quiet, so I was focusing on being louder. "C'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around me I'd like to believe in all the possibilities… And that's all of the song I know off the top of my head…"

"Good job guys! So our first actual practice starts tomorrow! See you all then," Mr. Shue said happily. Everyone practically ran for the door except me and Katy, since Dad was in the building anyways.

"Hey Mr. Shue," I heard Dad say as we grabbed our things. "How'd my kids do?"

"Those are your kids? Wow, they're so grown up! Last time I saw pictures of them, they were just little guys," Mr. Shue said. I decided now was a good time to zone out and just focus on getting my stuff. Dad could talk for a while.

"Dad, let's go! I want to go home and tell my friends about how terrible my day was," Katy groaned, yanking on Dad's hand.

"Okay, okay, we're going. See you tomorrow Mr. Shue," Dad said as he followed Katy out the door. I followed pretty close behind them, not wanting to be stuck by myself with a teacher I didn't really know.

"Alright, and Blaine, you can call me Will now."

Author's Note: The two songs were Sadie Sadie from Funny Girl and C'mon by Panic! At The Disco