Mr. Schuester looked with excitement at the five names on the signup sheet, all of last names popping out at him. This year might actually be different!


"I'm Bethany Anderson-Hummel, and I'll be singing Popular from the hit musical Wicked!"
Bethany cleared her throat, and gave a huge grin, twirling some hair around her finger.

Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I,
And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?
My tender heart tends to start to bleed.
And when someone needs a makeover,
I simply have to take over!
I know, I know exactly what they need!

And even in your case,
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face,
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed!
Follow my lead,
And yes indeed, you will be...

POPULAR!
You're gonna be popular!
I'll teach you the proper poise,
When you talk to boys,
Little ways to flirt and flounce,
ooh!
I'll show you what shoes to wear!
How to fix your hair!
Everthing that really counts to be...

POPULAR!
I'll help you be popular!
You'll hang with the right cohorts,
You'll be good at sports,
Know the slang you've got to know.
So let's start,
'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go!

When i see depressing creatures,
With unprepossessing features,
I remind them on their own behalf
To - think - of
Celebrated heads of state,
Or specially great communicators!
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!

They were POPULAR!
Please!
It's all about popular.
It's not about aptitude,
It's the way you're viewed,
So it's very shrewd to be,
Very very popular
like ME!

And though you protest,
Your disinterest,
I know clandestinely,
You're gonna grin and bear it!
Your new found popularity!
Aah!

La la, la la!
You'll be popular!
Just not quite as popular as ME!

Mr. Schue grinned at the loud belt from the girl, and leaned towards the microphone. "Great! I'll see you in the Choir Room tomorrow, after school."
Bethany grinned big, running off stage, and a short blonde came from the other side, skipping up to the microphone.

"I'm Nathalia Lopez-Pierce, and I'll be singing Your Song by Elton John!" Nathalia giggled at the rhyme, but quieted at the music starting.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
Don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling shore
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.

My gift is my song... and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words...
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world.

The girl finished with bright blue eyes looking at him, wide with curiosity. finished writing a name down, and leaned towards the microphone, grinning. "Great job! Choir room tomorrow, after school."
Nathalia squealed, rushing off stage. A brunette followed, fixing her baggy sweatshirt. "I'm Kayla Flanevan, and I'll be singing Songbird by Fleetwood Mac."

For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right

To you, I'll give the world
to you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.

And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.

And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.

"Choir room, tomorrow, after school!"
Kayla curtsied, and walked off stage, smiling.
This time, a lanky boy walked on stage, wringing his hands and wiping his glasses a couple times. "I'm Andrew Berry-Fabray, and I'll be singing If You Ever Come Back by The Script." Andrew closed his eyes, gripping the microphone tightly.

If you're standing with your suitcase
But you can't step on the train
Everything's the way that you left it
I still haven't slept yet

And if you're covering your face now
But you just can't hide the pain
Still setting two plates on the counter but eating without you

If the truth is you're a liar
Then just say that you're okay
I'm sleeping on your side of the bed
Goin' out of my head now

And if you're out there trying to move on
But something pulls you back again
I'm sitting here trying to persuade you like you're in the same room

And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder
And I wish you could still give me a hard time
And I wish I could still wish it was over
But even if wishing is a waste of time
Even if I never cross your mind

I'll leave the door on the latch
If you ever come back, if you ever come back
There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back
There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it will be just like you were never gone
There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back if you ever come back now
Oh if you ever come back if you ever come back

If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss
I know you're out there somewhere so just remember this
If it's the fighting you remember or the little things you miss
Oh just remember this, oh just remember this

I'll leave the door on the latch
If you ever come back, if you ever come back
There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back
There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it will be just like you were never gone
There'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back, if you ever come back now
Oh, if you ever come back, if you ever come back

And it will be just like you were never gone
And it will be just like you were never gone
And it will be just like you were never gone
If you ever come back, if you ever come back now

Andrew opened his eyes, grinning madly.
"Same time tomorrow, Choir room!" Mr. Schue shouted, grinning.

Andrew hurried off stage, to where his sister Monica was standing, doing vocal exercises. "Mon, I didn't even do my best! You're gonna kill it!" He laughed excitedly, jumping up and down.
Monica gave a week smile, before strutting onstage, her head held high.
Andrew began chewing on his nails as he watched his sister introduced herself, and grinned at the song choice.
The music started, and Monica gripped the mic, smiling.
I saw a spider
I didn't scream
'cause I can belch
The alphabet
Just double dog
Dare me
And I chose
Guitar over ballet
And I take
These suckers down
Because they just
Get in my way
The way
You look at me
Is kinda like
A little sister
You high five
Your goodbyes
And it leaves me
Nothing but blisters

So I don't want to be
One of the boys
One of your guys
Just give me a chance
To prove to you tonight
I just wanna be
One of the girls
Pretty in pearls
Not one of the boys

I wanna be a flower
Not a dirty weed
And I wanna smell
Like roses
Not a baseball team
And I swear
Maybe one day
You're gonna
Wanna make out
Make out, make out
With me

(Don't wanna be)
Don't want to be
(Don't wanna be)
Don't want to be
(Don't wanna be)

'cause I
I don't wanna be one
One
One of the boys
I just wanna be
one of the girls
So pretty in pearls
Not one of the boys

Mr. Schue repeated his words, smiling, and Monica bounded off stage, jumping and hugging Andrew, the two spinning around and laughing. "Told ya little sis." Andrew teased, as the two headed for the parking lot.


To be clear, this is the next day, after school.
Everyone sat inside, chattering nervously and waiting for . He walked in without a word, uncapping an Expo marker and writing, Recruits across the board. "Welcome guys. I wanna go ahead and get straight down to business, we need at least twelve to compete, and there are only six of you guys." sighed, leaning on the piano. "So, I've scheduled one of our routine performances in front of the school, this Friday, after lunch." grinned big, clapping his hands together.
Kayla raised a hand, looking a little nervous. "Kayla?" asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well , what'll we be singing?" She asked shyly, lowering her hand.
The former Spanish teacher grinned big, a bad sign to everyone in the room. "Don't Stop Believin, by Journey!"
A collective groan sounded through the room, and they set to work, grabbing sheet music and getting ordered around by .


To be crystal clear, this is the next day, but not after school.
Beth Corcoran had it all.
Head Cheerio.
Head of the Unholy Trinity.
Girlfriend of the Quarterback and said boyfriend was Captain.
So what was missing?
She traveled down the hallway, watching people move out of her way, Annabel and Elise following behind, their pinkies locked as always.
Once again, they passed the Glee Sign-Up sheet, and she had a small, but fleeting thought in her mind. Why not?
Beth shook her head slightly and moved to tighten her ponytail, her elbow knocking into somebody, causing the Unholy Trinity to go down. "What's your problem?!" Beth growled from her place on the floor, while Annabel and Elise picked themselves up.


Ouch.
That hurt.
Elizabeth Berry-Fabray held her nose, making sure it wasn't broken or bleeding. Now she was staring into the face of Head Cheerio, Beth Corcoran.
"Are you deaf?!" Beth was screaming at her, rubbing her elbow. Elizabeth shook her head quickly, releasing her nose. "I'm Elizabeth. Most people call me Eli." Elizabeth stuck a hand out, hoping to console the angry Cheerio.
Beth slowly stood before she towered over Elizabeth, and turned behind her, seemingly talking to the other two.
She turned back around, smiling a bit too sweetly.
"Well, Eli, have a good day." Beth smirked, tossing a Big Gulp into Elizabeth's face. Slowly, the brunette stood until she was facing Beth. Slowly, she turned, shutting her locker, before turning back to smirking blonde.
Screaming angrily, she tackled Beth, and the two girls wrestled, pulling hair and shouting mean names and insults at the other. Eventually a teacher separated the two, and sent them to the Principal.


Cooper watched as the girl fight happened, sighing and fixing his letterman's jacket. He honestly didn't understand why girls were so emotional.
Like, his mom was probably never this mean.
Well, not this brand of mean anyway. Cooper's mom was a whole mess of evil he never wanted to get into.
The blonde boy watched as both girls were told to report to the principal's office. Taking another sigh, he headed to where the sign-up sheets for all the clubs were. To his surprise, there were five names on their already, some last names he knew from his mom talking about 'the best class to ever hit McKinley High' years.
His hand itched, and he flexed it before shaking his head. Their performance was in a day, and if it was good, he'd join.
Otherwise, he'd have a lot more people to avoid talking to this year.

Man, I'm on a roll today.
Mostly because I have ideas I want to get out before I forget. –laughs-
Anyway, hope you like!