Beth smiled at her outfit choice. A simple tank, with a cardigan and black skinny jeans. She swiped just a little lip gloss, like Aunt Rachel instructed her to, on her perfectly already plumped lips, and just the tinniest bit of dark black mascara on her blond eyelashes, trying to make her hazel with just little hints of forest green eyes pop even more than they normally did. Satisfied with her makeup, Beth did her accessories: Gold studs for earring, a Star of David necklace and a silver ring on her right index finger. Alex and Rissa had identical rings on their fingers as well. It was a symbol that they wouldn't grow apart in high school, whether they were on he football team, the Glee Club or a Cheerio.
"Bye Dad! Love you!" Beth ran downstairs, and blew a kiss to her father. Puck grabbed the kiss in midair, and stuffed it in his pocket. It was their little morning routine, their little way of saying 'I love you till the day I die, and even then my love will still continue'. Beth grabbed out her cell phone, and texted Rissa to come pick her up. Well, to come have her mom pick her up. Auntie Mercedes was trying to get an R&B CD recorded. Uncle Kurt was out of town for a business meeting. Aunt Rachel was taking a few months from home (and as the Community Theatre coach) to give Broadway another shot, 14 years later.
Beth got this reply back.
Rissa: I'll be there soon! Alex needs a ride, since Aunt Rach is outta town, and Uncle Finn's getting ready for football tryouts today. Did you know that ALEX is trying out for football? I KNOW! You're face is in the expression known as SHOCK and you have your mouth slightly open. Close it, and he'll tell you all the details when we pick you up. It's KILLING ME! He isn't muttering a single word. I think it's a way to get back at his father. Ooh! Rounding the corner. See ya soon! (probably when you get this text. You know me, I tend to over explain things.)
Sure enough, as Beth got the text, Rissa's mom's SUV rounded the corner. Beth hopped in, still in shock about the news she had just heard.
"I think it's a win-win situation," Beth assured Alex, after they learned why he wanted to be running back, "You get to see sweaty, shirtless guys, shower in the same room as them, naked, I may add, and you get to kick ass. Plus, your dad will flip out!" Alex breathed a sigh, and they all walked into the doors of McKinely High.
It was huge! Beth saw the sign ups area, and ran straight towards it. She was looking for one thing in particular, one thing that was the most important thing ever...
"Fabray!" Barked out a voice. Beth had gotten this reaction lots of times in the past. She smiled sweetly, before correcting them by saying, "Quinn Fabray is my maternal mother, but I am Beth Allison Puckerman, not Fabray."
But when she turned around, she saw the face of pure evil.
Sue Sylvester.
"Ready to go put your Cheerio uniform on? I normally put freshman on the JV squad, but you are a Fabray, and you will be the head bitch in charge, get yourself a nice QB boyrfriend, have him be your high school sweetheart, go to collage, get knocked up and have three kids- one girl, two boys- before letting the cycle repeat itself. Over, and over again."
Beth had heard stories about her. Sue Sylvester was a household name in Lima, Ohio.
"First off, I don't see how you can still be living at this age. And secondly, no. I'm signing up for Glee Club. And I'm not a Fabray; I'm a Puckerman, and I'm not a Catholic bitch, I'm a Jewish one."
Beth placed her name on the New Directions page, where atleast fifteen were already signed up. She also jotted down Rissa's and Alex's, knowing that they would love to do this.
"Now, if you don't mind, I have to find Mr. Schue, and ask him something. Hope you don't kick the bucket soon!"
Beth ran as fast as her long dancer legs could carry, her, not wanting to feel the wrath of one Sue Sylvester.
"You signed me up for Glee?"
"WHAT?"
"Guys, c'mon. It's amazing. Did you know my adopted family all met in Glee? Artie, Rachel, Kurt, Finn, and Mercedes. AND Santana. "
"Still! I'm a football player-"
"And I'm a Cheerio."
"Guys, please. According to Mr. Schue, the football coach is another 'Tenaka' whatever that means, and Santana, Sue's assistant coach, is about to be the coach any day now."
"Beth, just because it was your past, doesn't mean it has to be your present."
"Yeah, listen to Rissa, Bethie."
"Don't call me Bethie, now Alex. You guys, we promised!"
"...Yeah, we did, didn't we Rissa?"
"I think we did. Fine, we'll audition, but their can't be any promises we will actually make it in. I heard that it's gotten a lot more competitive."
"Beth's a shoo-in, already, though. We can't be far behind."
"Once Mr. Schue see's how close we are, he will let us in."
"Promise, Beth?"
"Yeah, promise?"
"Pinky promise."
"Hi, I'm Beth Allison Puckerman..."
"Hello, I'm Marissa Jenson..."
"Hey, I'm Alex Renolds..."
Mr. Schue saw the kids in those three. He could see their pure hearts, even though he had seen many before. He could tell how much they loved to sing, especially Beth. And Rissa. And Alex.
He could tell it was their safe place.
"And I'll be singing 'Only The Good Die Young' by Billy Joel."
Beth had Puck's taste in music. Classics, timeless classics, even now. Even in 2024.
"And I'll be preforming 'Defying Gravity' from Wicked."
Rissa's voice was powerful, and strong. She clearly lived to be in the spotlight, clearly wanting to outshines those around her. She dressed the part of Rachel too, except more fashionable. Short skirts, with a patterend shirt tucked in and ankle socks with ballet flats. Well, maybe not as fashionable. Schue saw she was also a Cheerio.
"And I'll be singing 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand' by the Beatles."
Sadly, Alex's preformance brought tears to his eyes. Kurt, a new Kurt was here. He's bright red skinny jeans, and fitting striped top and a hat that must have been designer screamed it. But, the letterman's jacket was odd. The last gay man on the Titan's team was never.
He let them all in. They didn't know he was listening in on their conversation, but he heard Beth say one thing to them.
"HA! Alex, Rissa, I told you so."
Proud to say word count for this is 1,234 words. I am. Well! This is a short chapter. Was it what you expected? Yes? No? Drop a review and give some feed back please! I really am loving the alerts, and favorites to, but feedback always is nice. If you have some suggestions, tell me! I'm going on a little less ideas, right now (that didn't make any sense). Anywhoo, THANKS FOR READING!
-Madi
