Oh... my... god... It's over. It's all over. My life is over. Glee is over. Frick on a stick with a brick!

I believe I shall start with doing something I've never done before: thank you guys. Despite how mean and psychopathic I am, I really do appreciate your reviews, favorites, and alerts. Now I won't name anyone specifically, because I haven't had you sign a contract saying I could, but I'll give you a general association. You know who you are.

The reviewer of every chapter: You are awesome. No lie. But that last review you sent left me in tears. How could possibly be reading a fanfiction with Blaine (or watching Glee, for that matter!) without having watched AVPM and AVPS? Get Youtube up this goddamn instant and type in that goddamn search bar "A Very Potter Musical Act 1 Part 1". Thank me later. And eat a Red Vine while you're at it.

Person who's going craaaaazy: Soon, you'll be just like me! It is weird. I don't deny that. It's the way my brain works. But all will be explained!

The reviewer wanting Klaine love: Don't worry. Klaine will always be my main characters. I just have to set up everyone else's storyline. Because without side characters getting a storyline, it wouldn't be complete now would it? If Glee were like that, it would be the Rachel freakin' Berry Show (another reference there, by the way). Patience, young Jedi. Soon, your reward, Klaine, will be. Yes, hmmm.

The reviewer that makes me think of hot chocolate: I don't think I've ever used the word chappie...? And thanks for missing me. Homework has nearly doubled. Stupid end-of-the-year rush... But this should make up for it, yes?

NOW! Here's what you missed on Gleephobia: Julia's bait caught on; Jason and six others want to join glee club. Now all they have to do is go through Auditions...

"So, wait, does this mean we have to sing?"

"Yes. Pick a slot, please?" Alex whispered. She pointed to the Audition order sheet, where a few had signed their names up for a number. Jason grumbled as he put his name down for number five. This was going to suck balls.

"You have a day or two to prepare. Good luck," Alex told him ominously. There were all of these people she didn't know. She didn't want to talk in front of them, but being in charge of the orderly fashion of sign ups required speech. She wasn't about to let Mr. Schue down with a vow of silence. Alex waved the next person forward.

"Let me get this straight," Jason nearly yelled to get the room's attention. "We sing and you let us into the club?"

"Correction: If you sing well, we let you into the club," Miles said spitefully.

"If the song fits the assignment," Julia smirked.

"If we feel like it," Mira added.

"If you don't annoy us," Monsieur Hummel smiled, the picture of innocence.

"There's a lot of if involved in this process," Mr. Anderson reported jokingly. "Good luck to all of you. You'll need it. The judges aren't exactly nice."

"No, we are not," Monsieur Hummel confirmed. "Especially not those students. They're just vicious!"

The four glee club members spoke their outrage. Ashley the Cheerio considered that thoughtfully. "Vicious, huh?"

None of the new wannabes spoke about glee club outside of the choir room. No one knew that they were joining, but most everyone knew about the Hummel Plan. It would make the fall softer when word did get out.

All seven spent free time Googling songs. Fiction? Really? There were songs out there, but they were all crap. Meanwhile, they went to a glee meeting after school and after any other previous engagement they had. Most of them managed to catch Julia's rendition of Taylor Swift's Love Story for the assignment. It was inspiring and finally, many knew what they were looking for.

At the next meeting, it was time for at least the first few auditions. Ashley strutted on stage with her black hair wildly framing her face, purple eye designs and torn black shirt and skirt (complete with ripped leggings).

"Hello, my name is Ashley Whig and I'll be singing Cannibal by Ke$ha."

Carnivore, Animal.

I am a Cannibal.

I eat boys up,

You better run!

Ryan was next. He just walked in like a normal person, wearing his football jacket. "Ryan Orland. Stairway to Heaven. Led Zeppelin," he said simply.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,

It's just a spring clean for the May queen.

Third in line was Kyle. He stood there for a time until Mr. Schue cleared his throat. He had been sleeping with his eyes open. "I'll sing... I don't remember the name. Here goes."

I heard him say in a voice so gruff, "I wouldn't eat you 'cos you're too tough!" It was a one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater. It sure looks strange to me! "Alright guys, that's a wrap," Mr. Schue yawned. He and Blaine stood and stretched; they had been sitting in the front row through all of the performances. Miles, Mira, Alex, and Julia were sitting in the second row; they stood and stretched, too. Kurt was on the stage, standing by the entrance to the backstage. It saved him from having to make special trips each time a new student came out. "Oh no you don't!" Carla, in all of her hot-headed fury, came storming out of the backstage. She was too outraged to care about some faint prod to her shoulder. "I'm next, and I'm so going." "Ah. Um, well," Mr. Schue grasped for words. "Go right ahead! I just assumed you'd want more time and—" "Never assume anything from me, Mr. Schuester," Carla smirked. "I'll be singing Mother Knows Best from Tangled." She cued Maestro as everyone sat back down. Mother knows best, One way or another, Something will go wrong I swear! Ruffians, thugs, Poison ivy, quicksand, Cannibals, and snakes; the plague! – Jason lazily skated backwards on the ice. He was glad he had another day to work something out. He didn't have a clue what he was going to present. When he faced the facts, he just couldn't rap well. He was probably the only Hispanic in his neighborhood that couldn't, but it was the truth. He completed another loop. Why was he even doing this? There was a big game coming up that he could be practicing for instead of spending all his energy on finding a song. What did fiction mean? Something that wasn't real. Didn't that mean aliens or something? His mind wandered to Katy Perry's E.T. Hell no. He drifted to the center of the rink. He wasn't about to sing any song by a girl. That's just gay. He didn't really know enough songs to pick one he actually liked. He didn't notice when someone else slid onto the ice. He only noticed when a hockey stick was shoved into his hand. "Hey," Jason greeted. He just looked at the stick for a while. "Are you going to play me or not?" Link asked. Link was the right defense while Jason was the right wing. "Dunno. Wouldn't feel right kicking your ass," Jason smirked. Link just skated into position, readying the puck. Jason sighed at the lack of reaction and went to his spot. They carried the conversation while playing. "So, have a song yet?" Link questioned casually. "Nope. You?" "Not especially." "I don't even know what the hell we're suppose to be looking for," Jason growled as he stole the puck a second time. Link was gaining on him. "I was thinking of doing something by Jaron and the Long Road to Love, but I can't pull it off," Link admitted, swiping the puck and heading to the other end of the court. Jason was in chase now. "Oh yeah? What song?" He pretended he knew the band. He really just wanted a song he could do, so long as Link wasn't doing it. "Pray for You. Heard it?" "Yeah." He had. Once or twice on the radio. It was an odd song. "I can't do it right, though. Back to the drawing board, I guess," Link sighed as the puck was shot right into the goal. "0-1 to me." They played the game out. The final score was 3-3 when they decided to leave it. Link had to get home and Jason had to get started on a song. And he had finally found one.

"Blaine?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Do you happen to be missing anything?" At Kurt's words, Blaine began checking his pockets and trying to remember. It was a good twenty minutes before school started, and they were just strolling through the halls Kurt rarely got to see.

"Not... that I'm aware?"

Kurt held up a Ziploc baggy with a sandwich inside. Blaine's face dawned with comprehension. He had forgotten his lunch. Again. Kurt just smiled softly as Blaine took the bag. He couldn't quite remember the feeling of not knowing where something important was. It was entertaining to see Blaine have that feeling.

"So." Blaine tried to distract from his embarrassment. "What do you think of the glee students so far?"

"Ashley was alright. Ke$ha song, what can you expect?" Kurt smirked and shifted his eyes to catch a glimpse of Blaine trying not to laugh. "Ryan was also alright. I believe he can hold the status of lead male voice better than Miles; he just has one of those tones. Kyle is like a male Brittany."

Blaine couldn't hold in his laughter any more and had to bow his head. Kurt just plowed on. "No, seriously. Who sings OEOHFPPE? And yes, I made up that acronym when I was five or six. But onto Carla. She scares me." Blaine was struggling to keep control and was failing badly. "Mother Knows Best? That is the creepiest song in that movie. And I do enjoy that movie."

Minutes later, when Blaine had calmed down, he asked another question. "What's with you and Jason?"

"Have you ever had that instant feeling of dislike for someone? Well, multiply it by five and you have my feelings for Jason. I could tell just by not talking to him that he was a disgusting human being. Who doesn't notice they have gum on their shoe?"

Blaine smiled at Kurt's hypercritical nature. There never really was a dull moment. Each went into their respective classrooms right next door to one another. Students often asked why Mr. Anderson's front of the room and Mr. Hummel's front of the room were separated only by wall. It was just so that there were no unfortunate accidents.

Jason took a deep breath. He had practiced a few times last night, but that was all. He wasn't quite sure he had it down. What the—was he nervous? He was just here to get information and get out. When he spilled all of Hummel's secrets to the school newspaper, he would quit glee. Simple as that. So why the fuck was he so nervous? He didn't need to be, so he wasn't anymore.

He pushed open the door and practically held his arm out for the poke. He went to the center of the stage. Those lights were bright. Were there people actually manning them? He brushed it off. Time to sing. For an audience. For the first time. Right.

"Name's Jason Sappovitz. I'll be singing Pray for You by Jaron and the Long Road to Love." Mr. Schue nodded at the song choice. Mr. Anderson looked intrigued. The four students leaned forward. Jason didn't look back to see Mr. Hummel's reaction.

I listened to the preacher

As he told me what to do.

He said, "You can't go hating others

Who have done wrong to you.

Let the good lord to his job,

And you just pray for them.

Just a gateway to another idea. Just survive. It's only singing. When he compared the difficulty of singing to having fifteen seconds left on the clock while in the middle of a brawl with a three-hundred pound hulk, singing had nothing on him.

I pray your birthday comes,

And nobody calls.

I pray you're flying high,

When your engine stalls.

I pray all your dreams,

Never come true.

It was like training: something no one wants to do, but everyone has to. He, along with nearly every other athlete, would much rather just jump in the game and screw training.

Yeah I'm gonna take the high road,

And do what the preacher told me to do.

You keep messing up...

And I'll keep praying for you!

This was so boring. Why was he bothering? It could all blow up in his face and he'd look like an idiot for nothing.

Just know wherever you are,

Near or far,

In your house or in your car.

Wherever you are, honey,

I pray for you!

I pray for you.

Jason finished, breathing heavily. The clapping started behind him and spread quickly to Mr. Schuester and Anderson. He had survived. He turned and left the stage after a bow. He nodded to Felix, who went on stage next.

"'lo. My name is Felix Rook. I'll be singing the song from one of my favorite Youtube videos." He cleared his throat. "When I'm feeling sad, I sing about all the things in the world that make me happy."

An apple pie,

A bright blue sky,

A breezy meadow in July.

An ice cream bar,

A shooting star,

The sound of a steel guitar.

"Oh, I know this song," Kurt smiled wistfully.

Frost on a windowsill

The feel of a dollar bill

Vacations in Brazil

Fill me with glee!

Kurt swayed back and forth. Felix had a smile plastered on his face. He was really getting into it, but he refused to dance. He'd just embarrass himself.

This is all the stuff that makes life worth while.

Everybody knows the Holocaust was a lie,

So let's sing about the things we like

and don't be shy!

"W-wait. What?" Kurt exclaimed. That's not how the song went when he remembered it...

I love the feel of grain

The screams of a man in pain

Blood coming down like rain,

showering me!

Kurt had figured out by now that it wasn't the song he use to know from some other lifetime. And he was starting to like this kid less and less. Not quite at Jason's stance yet.

That everlasting thrill

During the final kill

Body dumped in a landfill

Got off Scott-free!

Getting so much closer to Jason. Who sings about blood and killing and dumping bodies in landfills? That's just... wrong. There was nothing to joke about there.

These are all the little things that make me smile.

This is all the stuff that makes life worth-while.

One day I will eat your brain and it'll be great!

So let's sing about the things we like

and meet your fate!

"Thank you, that was uh, great, thanks. You really, uh, nailed it," Mr. Schue smiled encouragingly, quite unsure of how to react to something like that. Felix brushed his blonde hair out of his eyebrows, bowed, and left the stage, trying not to say those two words he really wanted to. When he got backstage, he nodded to Link.

Once Kurt had Binked Link, he went to sit out in the audience. He deserved to see at least one performance from the correct angle.

"Hey, my name is Taryn Link and just to clear up stupid rumors and speculation," Link grumbled. "I am in fact a girl."

Mr. Schue was the only one surprised by this, though to his credit, he hid it well. Kurt and Blaine, having excellent gaydars, already knew that Link was a girl. It was kind of obvious.

"Well, Taryn—"

"Link," she stressed.

"Link, then," Mr. Schue corrected himself. "What will you be singing?"

"I don't know," Link sighed. "I can't exactly sing well. Can I just be one of those people who stand behind the soloist with wet eyes while they sing?"

"I don't understand. If you don't think you can sing, why do you want to join glee club?" Mr. Anderson asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Just because I can't sing doesn't mean I don't like to try," she shrugged. "And I also know that to compete, show choirs need twelve members. If you accept everyone here, you'd have eleven. Now do I still have to sing?"

"Yes," Monsieur Hummel jumped in. He stared intently at Link, as though trying to figure her out. "Assignment or not. Any song you know by heart, sing it."

Link thought for a while. Who memorizes songs like that? She thought back to the Google searches she did. She wasn't about to do Pray for You, not after Jason did. She finally thought of one. It wasn't entirely fictional, but with her singing it, it just might turn out to be.

She whispered to Brad and the band the song she wanted to do before heading back to center stage. Brad started, with just one piano key at a time. Link took a much needed breath before singing.

When I was a young boy,

My father took me into the city,

To see a marching band.

He said, "Son when

You grow up, would you be

The savior of the broken,

The beaten, and the damned?"

Kurt wasn't the only one interested, now. It was as if everyone had heard this song a lifetime ago and could still remember it. Perhaps not the lyrics precisely, but the tune was and always would be familiar.

He said, "Will you defeat them?

Your demons and all the non-believers

The plans that they have made.

Because one day I'll leave you

A phantom, to lead you in the summer

To join the Black Parade!"

The song seemed to taper off, until it jumped back to life. The four students jumped up and cheered and screamed as Link sang in stride. For someone that couldn't sing, she sang well enough to keep everyone enthused.

A world that sends you reeling,

From decimated dreams.

Your misery and hate will kill us all.

So paint it black and take it back!

Let's shout it loud and clear!

Defiant to the end; we hear the call!

The four students hurried onto the stage. They really wanted in on it. Their teachers watched in amusement.

I'm just a man!

I'm not a hero!

Just a boy!

Who had to sing this song!

I'm just a man!

I'm not a hero!

All of the students shouted out, "I. Don't. CARE! We'll carry on!"

They never finished the song, as they broke into a fit of giggles and laughter.

"How could you possibly say you can't sing?" Julia giggled. "You're awesome!" The others laughed and agreed, leaving Link to blush. The other six that were backstage began to wonder what the hell everyone was laughing about.

"Where are they?" Julia complained.

"I don't know! This meeting was suppose to start... ten minutes ago!" Mira moaned after glancing at the clock. The glee club sat in two separate groups: those already in, and those awaiting judgement.

"I wish they'd hurry it up. How long can it take to cut many and keep some?" Carla grumbled, confident she was going to be picked to stay.

"Sorry, everyone," Mr. Schue apologized, scrambling into the room. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel followed.

"It was actually only nine minutes and forty-eight seconds, Mira. We had to wait the other twelve seconds," Mr. Anderson explained with a faint shrug. Monsieur Hummel was doing his routine poke and such.

"Why?" Jason jeered. No one answered him, but when Mr. Hummel distinctly looked away when poking him, he just knew. He had to figure out what was up with this guy. Even that ginger councilor wasn't that messed up.

"Alright," Mr. Schue clapped his hands. "After much deliberation and taking student input to heart," he added, nodding to the four students. "We have decided who gets to stay and who has been voted off the island."

"Hurry up, we haven't got all day," Carla heckled.

"We have decided—or rather, I broke multiple ties—" Mr. Schue glanced at his colleagues who whistled suspiciously. "That everyone can stay."

Smiles, laughter, and cheers broke out around the room. High-fives were given and it took some time before the room was back under control.

"As long as everyone is passionate, who are we to take it from you?" Mr. Schue smiled. At last, a full club again. Still, they were one short. One was missing. One...

One...

One...

Kurt saw this. He was unsure whether or not Blaine did. The countertenor hated the number one. And one missing was even worse. But he wouldn't worry about it. By the end of next week, he was sure Andrew would return. Andrew liked singing, and once he found out it was accepted by a few of his friends, he'd be sure to come back. It might not be in his own best interest, even if he doesn't realize it. Yes, leaving was bad, but returning could be even worse.

Because every knows that when you leave, it may not always be by your choice. But returning... that's when the pain really sets in.

Kurt shrugged off the sense of dread. If he didn't watch himself, he'd slip into a panic attack. He'd be better putting his efforts into what they were going to have for dinner. And maybe actually cooking for two this time, instead of five.

Okay, so I changed the layout of the songs. Will you tell me if you like this way or the old way better? No? Okay, that's fine, too... I could also use some ideas. Anything you want to see happen, I will consider. I've already got an idea for how Kurt's "issues" are revealed and what spirals out of that, but everything else is a clean slate.

Cannibal – Ke$ha – Ashley

Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin – Ryan

One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley – Kyle

Mother Knows Best – Tangled – Carla

Pray for You – Jaron and the Long Road to Love – Jason

Ferrets – Felix

Black Parade – MCR – Link