Sorry, I added a bit more to chapter four because chapter five is going to be from perspectives that aren't Beth's.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

"You," Coach Sylvester spoke harshly at me, "Name."

"Beth. Beth Corcoran."

"Corcoran, huh."

I nodded.

"Do you by any chance know somebody named Shelby Corcoran?"

"Yeah, uh, she's my mom."

Coach Sylvester frowned and looked confused. Then the confusion cleared. "Right."

I scratched my nose and raised my eyebrows, feeling very awkward. The Coach continued, "Have you ever done any gymnastics, or dancing?"

I thought about this. I had done gymnastics but the only dancing I had done was flailing my arms around with Anne in the privacy of my bedroom. "Well, I did gymnastics for a few years."

I turned to look behind me. If looks could kill I would by now be impaled by Grace's daggers. Coach Sylvester responded "You may return."

As I walked back to Anne she whispered to me "What was that all about?"

I shrugged. Who knows? Coach Sylvester then continued to lecture us about cheerleading, safety, athletic ability and such, but she seemed deep in thought and made frequent mistakes in her words or grammar.

After the Coach finished we all began to clear out, discussing if we were going to join or not. "Beth, can you stay behind?"

I stopped and looked behind me to see Coach Sylvester beckoning me. I looked at Anne. "I'll meet you outside," she said.

I hung back until everyone had left. "Yes?" I asked the Coach.

"Beth, congratulations."

"Why?"

"You're guaranteed a spot on the Cheerios. I think you have a lot of potential and I look forward to working with you come High School. Also you have been promoted to the top of the pyramid and once you arrive you will be deemed Vice-Captain, and then maybe mid-year or the next year Captain of the Cheerios."

I didn't know what to say. "Bu-but I haven't even tried out yet. What if I'm, like, really bad?"

Coach Sylvester smiled. "You won't be. Trust me."

"Ok," I was speechless. And confused.

Coach nodded. "You can go now."

"Thank you." I began heading out the door. Then I remembered something. "Wait."

Coach Sylvester raised her blond eyebrows. "Yes?"

"My-my friend Anne. Can she be on too?"

Coach Sylvester rolled her eyes. "Fine."

I beamed. "Thanks so much!"

I ran out of the room with a spring in my step. Anne was leaning against a wall. "Anne, Anne, Anne guess what!"

Anne looked surprised. "What?"

"Anne, Anne, I just got accepted for the cheerleaders! Guess what! I got you a spot too!"

"Really!? Without even trying out?"

I nodded. "Mm Hmm!"

"Awesome!"

Maybe high school wouldn't be that bad.

….

About an hour later we spotted Grace and her cronies ahead of us. "Hey, Grace!" Anne called. Grace turned around.

"What do you losers want?"

"You think we are losers, huh?" Anne retorted. "What if we told you that we are on the Cheerios?"

"You're joking," Grace glared at us but it was clear that she was worried.

"Nope," I jumped in, "Ask Coach Sylvester if you don't believe us." Grace opened her mouth but nothing came out. She then let out a squeaky 'Ahhuh' then stalked off. Anne and laughed, Anne almost couldn't breathe.

"Quinn? Is that you? I haven't seen you in ages!" said a man's voice behind us. I turned around.

"Excuse me?"

The man had brown and gray hair. Well, more gray than brown. He had brown eyes that were full of eagerness, which soon diminished once I turned around.

"Sorry," he said, "I thought you were somebody else."

"Yeah…I've been getting that a lot lately," I agreed.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Beth Corcoran."

"Are you aware of anyone named Shelby Corcoran?" Déjà vu.

I sighed. "Yes, she is my mother." This was getting old.

The man looked confused. "But- Oh. Ok."

I raised my eyebrows. He continued to say, "I'm afraid we haven't met yet. I am Will Schuester head of Glee club and History teacher. Sorry for bothering you, I'll just be on my way. I have some…things I need to attend to."

He walked off, looking at his cell phone then putting it to his ear. I couldn't make out the words but he sounded frustrated.

Anne looked at me. "Dude, are you and this Quinn person like doppelgängers or something? What's going on?"

I shook my head. "I have NO idea."

The intercom made a ringing sound. "Will all middle school students return to the front of the building? It is time to go. Finish up with any teacher you are with and return PROMPTLY. Thank you."