The Glee Club has a new member in this. Thanks to Soulless Warlock for letting me use his creation, Jack Harmon. Now, if you have even the slightest bit of interest in how I write the character or not, then let me direct you to his creator's page, where you can read all about him.
This is my last update before the big holiday, so Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it. Fingers crossed, one of my presents will be the first season of Glee, so the chapters should be better starting with the next update.
GLEE: A Different Point of View
Chapter 7- "Vitamin D"
Life sucked.
Mitchell slowly shuffled his way into the glee room while everyone else waited. He waved his hand in a lazy manner and took the seat furthest away from Santana, which ended up being entirely too far away from everyone else and way too close to the door. For the moment, though, he was content.
"You alright, Mitchell?" Mr. Schuester asked.
"Just tired." he mumbled in return, slouching back in the chair.
"Fair enough." Will then directed his attention towards the entire club, "I've decided to try something a little different. We are going to have ourselves a little competition. Men versus the women."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" who else but Rachel, "Dividing us when we should stay united?"
"Does your mouth ever close?" Santana chimed in.
"Sadly, I have to agree with Rachel," Kurt spoke, "We're finally on the same page, Mr. Schuester. Wouldn't a competition threaten our new-found unity?"
"You guys are on a streak," he explained, "The Invitationals performance was great, rehearsals have been stellar since, and we got lucky with the draw for Sectionals. The past few days, though, you've been waltzing in here like Sectionals is in the bag."
"It pretty much is." Rachel again.
"Take nothing for granted," Will reminded them all, "Anyway, I want to see some fire in you guys. So, this competition is men versus women with mash-ups. Plus, the winners will be selecting our main song at Sectionals."
That actually sounded pretty good.
"How do we decide who wins?" Finn asked through a yawn.
Will snapped his fingers and smirked, "Mystery judge."
Mystery judge?
"Okay, I guess everyone else is just gonna ignore it," Puck stood rather abruptly, "Why the hell are Finn and Mitchell practically falling asleep?"
"I'm worn out." Finn responded easily enough.
Mitchell was snoring.
"If I may," Santana raised her hand proudly, "Newbie's exhausted from regret."
"Regret?" Will wondered, "Did I miss something?"
"Mantana is no more." Artie revealed.
"I preferred Sitchell, myself." Kurt's turn, "Regardless, that is why Mitchell's been so out of it. I'm not sold on regret, however."
"Then what else would it be, Tinkerbell?" Santana snapped.
Tinkerbell?
"Okay, okay, okay," Will settled everyone down, "While we're in this room, let's focus on glee. So, with that said, split into your groups and start working on what your mash-ups will be."
The students complied with the request. Since Mitchell was fast asleep, the guys decided on just huddling around him as if he was a quarterback.
The guys started going over their plans when Matt spoke up, "Shouldn't we wake him up?" referring to Mitchell.
Puck just shrugged, "What's the point? He'll just fall asleep again, anyway."
"Dude..." Finn nudged Mitchell awake, "If I can't sleep, neither can you."
Mitchell shook the cobwebs out and sat up a little straighter, though not too much so. Of course, the first thing he spotted was the picture-esque scenery of one Quinn Fabray. If only she hadn't said what she did at the bus stop, if only she hadn't crossed his path that day. It was her fault that his relationship with Santana had ended. It was her fault that he had returned to the land of loser-ville. It was her fault that undoubtedly, he would be receiving a slushie attack sometime during the course of the day.
If only she hadn't said that he was a decent guy. If only she hadn't shown him a sliver of hope.
Kurt noticed it right off the bat. Those eyes, that frown, the subtle body movements. The reason that Mitchell and Santana were no more was because the Quinn Fabray crush had returned. He could see it a mile away. Granted, it wasn't until he was a couple feet away from Mitchell that he noticed.
Meanwhile...
"What happened between you guys?" Quinn asked Santana as Rachel spun into a rant over what their selections should be for the mash-up.
"I got bored." Santana's easy answer.
"I heard different," Quinn smirked in a subtle manner, "I heard he dumped you in the middle of the mall."
"You heard wrong," Santana retaliated, "I dumped his ass and he went wee-wee-wee all the way home."
"That's not what I heard." Quinn kept it up, feeling good that someone had actually said no to the undefeated Santana Lopez. Scratch that, formally undefeated.
"Remember when you used to be a bad ass?" Santana mentioned, catching Quinn's attention, "Well, please do let me know when that Quinn Fabray comes back. Because this new version sucks donkey balls."
Donkey balls?
"Any objections?" Rachel asked the group who hadn't paid any attention to a single word.
"No." they all answered in unison.
"Splendid." she beamed.
"Wait," Tina whispered in Mercedes' ear, "How can we practice if we have no clue what songs we just agreed to?"
Mercedes simply shrugged.
:::After Glee:::
Mitchell was on his way to his locker to grab a book he needed for the next class when he was stopped short by the one and only, Santana Lopez. He wasn't sure exactly what she could want from him, but it was safe to assume that it wouldn't be anything pleasant...
For the first moment or two, she merely stared with her hands on her hips. It wasn't until after a little bit of intimidation had been put into place that she finally began, "I don't get you, Triple M."
Triple M?
"I mean, what's your damage?" she was trying to clearly understand why he had given up on them, "You're not like other boys here. I know a lot of girls dig on that, but not me. You're strange, you're weird, you make me sick. You make me want to have my own eating disorder, just so I have a decent excuse to throw-up more."
Confidence at an all-time low. Self-esteem decreasing rapidly. Pride and dignity also depleting faster than your health in an online shooter when your thumb happens to slip and you accidentally turn your soldier the wrong way.
"Explain yourself."
Explain himself? What else was there to explain? It was very obvious to see that she wanted nothing to do with him. So, with that clearly stated... What the hell did she want to do with him?
"You don't like me at all," he tried to make sense of it, "The only time it didn't feel like I was torturing you was when we were talking about me getting you a gift."
"You're a quitter," Santana inched closer, moving Mitchell up against a locker that wasn't his own, "I don't like quitters."
"Then why are you talking to me now?" what in the world was going on?
"There's something inside here," she smirked seductively, walking two fingers up from Mitchell's stomach to his chest, then along his neck until they touched his chin, "And I have every intention of taking it out."
"My heart?" Mitchell gulped, fearful for his life at this point, "You don't plan on eating it after... Do you?"
"Silly boy," Santana planted a kiss on that boy that could have melted Iron Man's armor down into nothing more than a puddle of goo, "You know what I mean. Dinner at your house, tonight."
Mitchell gulped once more, watching as Santana walked away, swaying her hips in a manner that grabbed the eyes and hearts of every male student who happened to be in the vicinity. Well... Almost every single male student...
"You've soiled my locker," a smooth voice spoke from the side, "Now, if this was any other school, I would call for a janitor. But, this isn't any other school. Our guidance counselor is far more in-tune with the cleaner side of life."
"Who are you?" Mitchell asked, quickly pulling away from said locker.
"Who am I?" the student asked, "Who are you?"
"Mi..."
"Wait," he pointed, "I know who you are." he then sniffed the air around them, "Stinky? Hmmm... I thought I would be impressed. Or at the very least... intrigued. Alas, I am not. Very much underwhelmed. Meeting you for the first time has been a very underwhelming experience."
This kid made Mitchell long for the taunts and torments of Santana.
"But, fear not, Lamb-Chop!" he smiled in a strange way that seemed genuine yet fake all at once, "Today is your lucky day. I have come to your aid."
Mitchell didn't know what to say.
"Jack Harmon," he introduced himself, "I'd shake your hand, but it was just touching a Cheerio. And I am very much not a fan. Besides, your hand... Ew... who knows?"
"Is this going anywhere?" Mitchell wondered, "Because I actually have to go somewhere."
Jack gestured for Mitchell to lead the way, and followed, "I am assuming by the drastically recent defiling of my locker that you and Shore Leave are back together?"
"I don't know." honesty from Mitchell, "Wait... Shore Leave?"
"You want her," Jack kept on, "You need her. Blah blah blah, it's all so boring. But!" his voice picked up, "I can make it official."
"Official?" what was he talking about, "It's hopeless. She doesn't actually like me. I'm not sure if I even like her."
They took a corner and finally arrived at Mitchell's locker, "Hence, my proclaiming with the upmost confidence that I can make it official."
Wasn't getting through.
"I can make her like you." Jack spelled it out.
Mitchell found his book and shut the locker, leaning back against it, "You can make her like me?"
"Mm-hm." Jack nodded as if it was the equivalent of saying the sky was blue.
Possibly a moment of truth for Mitchell. He left Santana because he was shown a glimmer of hope that maybe down the road there may have been something between he and Quinn. A glimmer of hope that may not have even been real. And, even if it was, possibly never truly realized. With Quinn, he was grabbing at straws, waving his hands at shooting stars. With Santana, there was a chance. Maybe she was playing with him, but she had to have felt something. If nothing else, at least he wasn't the loser that was always alone. It also spared him random slushie attacks.
"Hello?" Jack was snapping his fingers back and forth, "Is the transmission clear?"
"Why would you help me?"
"I auditioned for the glee club," Jack explained, "You would have known that, but you were absent yesterday."
"Talking to Ms. Pillsbury, actually."
"Regardless," Jack shook his head, "You were not there."
"Mr. Schuester doesn't reject anyone. Everyone who auditions gets to join. You don't have anything to worry about."
"Worrying about something and my concerns joining the club are two very different things. I have no doubt in my mind that I would be an extremely valuable asset. However, that said, I have my concerns. Such as, I am concerned that there is going to be a vote concerning my membership."
"Dude, he doesn't reject anyone." Mitchell knew that as the truth, "The Headless Horseman could audition and he'd get in. No worries."
"Again," Jack reminded, "I am not worried."
"You want me to make sure that you get in without any hitches?"
Jack let out an over-exaggerated sigh of relief, "Oh man, thank goodness. For a second there, I was starting to think I may have been talking to a robot. Now, let's start off with a few quick tips for tonight. Ready, Bambi?"
"Bambi?"
"You're very Deer in the Headlights."
This guy was going to take some serious getting used to.
:::That Night:::
It had to be the first time that Mitchell had ever personally gone through - what felt like - every square inch of his house and cleaned it. And, you know what, he was excited.
"First and foremost, by the grace of whatever god it is that you worship, be clean."
Mitchell was dressed in his best. At least, what he was hoping was his best. All black. Oh god, he was dressed to go to a funeral. Would this be a funeral of sorts? Was Santana preparing to drop a hammer down upon him? Did he like her or didn't he? What was going through his mind? Why didn't he know?
"You okay there, Mitch?" his father's voice.
Apparently, Mitchell had been pacing nervously just behind the front door for ten minutes straight.
"Do not be nervous. That whole nervous and shy act would work on others, but not this girl."
"You're not nervous because your mom and I are meeting this girl for the first time, are you?" his father smiled like it was a joke.
"A girl, Dad." Mitchell corrected, "First girlfriend. First meeting. First everything."
His dad chuckled, "There's nothing to be nervous about."
Mitchell just shook his head, sighing. There was everything to be worried about. Ever since he ended it with Santana, he had been regretting it. There would never be anything with Quinn. Somehow, he just knew that deep down. She was pregnant and Finn was the father. It just wasn't in the cards.
The doorbell took him away from his thoughts and he turned towards the door, reaching to the handle...
"You know how some people think it's right to make someone wait at the door? Yeah, don't be any bigger of an idiot than you already have been. Let her in the house immediately."
As soon as Mitchell opened the door, you could have knocked him over with a feather. Santana Lopez was standing there, but she wasn't. It wasn't her. It wasn't theSantana Lopez. It was like a doppelganger, a fake, a phony. She was dressed very much like a lady, with her hair carefully taken care of, make-up just so, and this beautiful dress. She was... stunning, to say the least.
"It doesn't matter if she looks like a garbage disposal clog or a freakin' angel. Compliment her!"
"You look..." he was almost breathless, "... Incredible."
"Thank you, baby." she smiled in a cute manner and placed a quick peck on his cheek.
Wait... did she just... huh?
In the next room, Mitchell's parents watched with happy expressions. Mitchell hadn't said how gorgeous this girl was and how much she was obviously taken with him.
"Santana, my parents," he introduced, feeling a little woozy, "My parents, Santana."
"A pleasure to meet the both of you." she smiled sweetly, "You two must be so proud of Mitchell."
What? Hold on... Okay, what the hell? Why was she acting like this? Okay, maybe it was obvious that she was in the midst of impressing Mitchell's parents. But, why? Did... She didn't... But why... Crap, it was like the friggin' Twilight Zone or something.
The dinner came and went smoothly. Too smoothly. Santana was like a saint. Totally not her. Mitchell was a mess inside his head the entire night. He couldn't calm down, couldn't come close to settling. His mind was reeling from the shock of it all. He didn't trust her, but why go through all of this? Why go to this much trouble just to play with someone's head? It didn't make sense.
At the end of the night, Mitchell and Santana were outside on the front steps, Santana wearing one of Mitchell's extra jackets.
"This was nice." Santana commented, breaking the camel's back in the process.
"That wasn't you!" Mitchell snapped, whispering aggressively, "This isn't you! What are you trying to do? If you screw with my head anymore, I won't have one left."
Santana's sweet smile transformed into one of mischief, "You're not as dumb as you look."
What the hell!
:::Different Day:::
:::Glee Club:::
They're back together? Why the heck are they back together? How was it possible that Mitchell and Santana had already reunited? The rest of the glee club could not believe their eyes when they witnessed the two of them walk hand in hand into the choir room. Especially Quinn, considering the short but significant talks she had shared with Mitchell before and after her appointments.
Mitchell quickly left his girlfriend's side and approached Mr. Schuester, taking him aside and out of earshot,
"Everything okay, Mitchell?"
"Ummm," he started, "I heard about somebody else auditioning for Glee when I was in Ms. Pillsbury's office the other day?"
"Oh," Mr. Schue nodded, "That would be Mr. Harmon. Why do you ask?"
Mitchell looked around then back to the teacher, "I thought you accepted everyone?"
"I do," he gestured to himself and then to everyone else, "They don't."
"Am I missing something?"
"Everyone," Mr. Schuester wrangled in their attention, "Mitchell here is curious as to why Jack Harmon hasn't been welcomed into New Directions."
"He is the devil." Kurt muttered.
"I was thinking more... anti-christ." Puck followed.
"He once borrowed my wheel chair so he could know what it felt like to have all the best parking spots in Lima."
"He's cruel." Mike was quick to the point.
"Very cruel." Matt agreed.
"Jack-Ass, is more like it." Santana spat. Back to her old self.
"He can never remember any students' name." Tina added, "I know that doesn't sound bad, but he uses these awful nicknames instead..."
"He's the male version of Rachel." Mercedes' contribution.
"He isn't so bad," Quinn was a little softer than the rest, "But, I admit, he can be evil when he feels like it."
"Evil things scare me." Brittany.
"Dude's got issues." Finn said, a lot more awake than the other day, "And he's practically racist."
"He is just what we need to push ourselves over the top," Rachel stood, joining Mitchell and Mr. Schue at the head of the class, "That is why I have been campaigning this past week for his membership. Trust me, I've seen him in action..."
"We have all seen him in action," Kurt reminded, "That's the problem."
"He can sing beautifully," Rachel stated, "He's a natural-born entertainer." . She turned to Will, "Mr. Schue, I really think you should let him join."
"No!" the rest of the club.
"You guys," Mitchell spoke up, "We all have our issues, right? But, if we're able to come together, then why can't we do the same with Jack? Besides, how bad can he be?"
"Mitchell's right," Rachel, "We're all misfits in one way or another."
"Will you two shut up if we say yes?" Puck asked.
"There's a good chance." Rachel felt victorious as Jack was voted in.
"Well, I guess that settles..." Will found himself interrupted...
"Let's get right down to business," as if on cue, Jack entered the room, embracing Rachel with a very quick hug before addressing everyone else, "I understand that many of you doubt me. To be fair, I doubt all of you as well, especially a select few. But, do trust me when I tell you all now that my top priority will always be the good of this club. No matter what I do, from here on out in relation to Glee, will be for its own personal betterment."
This already seemed like a huge mistake. But, Mr. Schuester did know that Jack had a natural talent. And, they could use every ounce of raw talent that they were able to get their hands on, "Okay, well, right now we're in the middle of an assignment. Males versus females in a mash-ups competition."
"I'll sit this one out," Jack responded, "It wouldn't be fair to the women for the men to have this new ace up their sleeves. That being said, I will judge."
"Judge?" that wasn't sitting well with Will, "Not to be rude, but we already have a judge lined up."
"Then have more than one," simple enough, "Honestly, my expertise and constructive criticism could do wonders here."
So, Jack Harmon was officially a member of the glee club. Only one person seemed genuinely thrilled, and that was Rachel Berry. Mitchell couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made a horrible mistake.
:::After Glee:::
"Hey," Mitchell jogged down the hall to catch up with Jack after the club was finished, "You still owe me."
"How so?"
"Santana pulled a 180 last night," Mitchell explained, "Your tips didn't matter. She was a completely different person during dinner."
"Not my problem." Jack responded as he walked away.
"Not your problem," Mitchell repeated, following him, "Dude, I got you into the club."
"Because I helped you with your lady troubles. Although, I use the term lady very loosely."
"Look," Mitchell boldly stepped in front of Jack, stopping him in his tracks, "I need more help. And, you're the first person I've met that's one-hundred percent objective on the subject."
"True," Jack agreed, "I don't much care for either of you. However, if what you say is true and she has pulled a 180, then I'm really no use to you in that department. I was in the midst of prearing you for girl everyone knows, not one only you know."
"So... You got what you wanted, and now you're bailing?"
Jack shook his head, disagreeing, "Not bailing. Merely... Exhibiting a general lack of further interest."
Perfect.
The two of them went their separate ways.
Mitchell then traveled down the halls a little more until being approached yet again. This time, by none other than his girlfriend, Santana.
"I had an idea," her greeting...
"Why did you act that way at dinner?' Mitchell blurted, perhaps a bit too loudly for Santana's tastes.
She quickly pulled him into an empty janitor's closet, shutting the door behind, "Loud much?"
"I need to know!" he kept his voice at a minimum volume.
Santana sighed, crossing her arms, eyes focusing on Mitchell's own, "This is hard for me to admit... But, I really do like you."
Had Mitchell's hearing failed him? Was he hallucinating? Was he actually in some dream? More importantly, was she actually telling the truth? Through all of the nonsense, had Santana actually started to like him?
"You treat me differently than everyone else," Santana's confession continued, "You don't judge me as much. I feel comfortable around you. Sometimes when you look at me... You're not looking at me like I'm the bitch, or a slut. It's nice, I like it. I like being around you. I just didn't notice until after we split."
A goofy little smile started to move its way across the boy's lips, a warm feeling sneaking inside. Yet, he found some difficulty in completely believing her, "Still, the other night..."
"Would your parents be impressed with the real me?" a little of that attitude returned, "Doubtful."
"This is a lot," Mitchell took a step back, his mind trying to process all this new information, "So... You actually want this to work?"
Santana nodded innocently.
In his mind, Mitchell was supplied an image of Quinn standing alone with an inviting smile upon her face. The problem being, she was moving back farther and farther away while a new image of Santana came running forward. Quinn was still in the background, though. And maybe... she would always be. But, wasting his time lusting over her wasn't going to be healthy at all. Mitchell needed to move forward. He needed to move past his infatuation with Quinn.
He needed to focus on someone who actually was able and wanted to be with him.
Both smiling, Mitchell and Santana hugged each other in that closet.
Unbeknownst to Mitchell, though, a devilish smile crept onto Santana's face while she looked the other way during the hug.
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Another chapter in the books. I know I only barely touched upon the actual storyline from the episode, only because the ending was going to end up a little too disjointed, if that makes any sense. And yes, Mitchell and Santana are back together, and just as it seems (HOPEFULLY) that Santana may turn a new leaf, we find out that it's all courtesy of her original plot with Sue. No, she doesn't really like Mitchell.
Side-Note, I've written out the entire outline for the first season and have started working on "ADPOV: What We Did On Our Summer Vacation." Which will feature Mitchell, but the other characters will have starring roles and chapters solely dedicated to them. After that, I will be uploading the Season Two of ADPOV. That isn't until much much much later, though. I have outlines of the 1st season and the summer fic, but I have not even begun to even fantasize what Mitchell's storyline will be for the 2nd season.
Lastly, another thank you to Soulless Warlock. Read his Glee fics, you will not be dissapointed. Plus, you get to read Jack Harmon as he was meant to be read. And that's pretty cool by itself.
