AN:

Everybody, I am so, so sorry for not updating sooner. Life gets in the way, you know? Lol!

Here, we have a prank that goes bad. I considered introducing the five new characters here, but needed to include this before that. Please have patience with me.

Songs here are - 'Bittersweet Symphony' by The Verve, and 'We're Not Gonna Take It' by Twisted Sister.

So enjoy this chapter and please review. And please be kind.

HAVE A NICE DAY!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEx

Chapter 9

Initiation

""Dude, we gotta do something here! This is complete crap! Coach lost his damn mind!" Logan exclaimed as he sat down in the lunchroom with the rest of the glee club.

"You read our minds." The group of singers chimed in unanimously.

"Why did coach do this? I mean, I like what we have now. I don't wanna share." Dylan said smiling at Kaleb. Kaleb smiled back. No one caught them.

The group was discussing Coach Ramirez' idea to add more members to their small group. They already felt like a family despite their short time together. They didn't want new members. The original seven felt like coach was messing up a good thing. They kicked ass at their first school assembly a week ago, so why mess up a good thing? No one was happy about the recent changes and there they sat trying to come up with ways to "fix" their little situation. But they were coming up short. Every idea was either unrealistic, impossible or illegal. They wanted to do something harmless yet something that wouldn't get them that much in trouble and teach the five new members a lesson that they aren't welcomed. At all.

"His reasoning for adding new members is complete BS. We don't need new members. Did he not see what we were capable of last week? We don't need anybody else messing up what we got here." Logan again added.

"Yeah, I don't need anymore competition for solos which I can kiss goodbye now." Steffany tisked and plopped down on the table clearly upset.

"I say we egg his fucking car! Who's with me?" Chris shot straight out of his chair heading toward the door when Amelia ran after him, grabbed him by the ear and forced him back into his chair. He yelped in pain.

"Let go of me!" Chris screamed as Amelia held on tighter. Beth and Dylan hid smiles behind their hands. Logan and Kaleb openly laughed. Briar looked annoyed and Amelia wasn't fazed at all.

"Sit your butt down now! No one is egging my- I mean coach's car!" Amelia caught her mistake and Dylan smiled knowingly at her. She ignored Dylan and looked at everyone in the group in the eye.

"Leave him out of it. This isn't about him-"

"The hell it ain't! He's the reason-" Chris interrupted but stopped himself. He began to rub his pained ear as she shot him a look like 'I dare you' and he immediately relented. Everyone was caught off guard at the normally shy girl's behavior but no one said anything. They were shocked to see her so authoritative and Chris just let her do this.

They were all so very confused!

"But what can we do? Coach Ramirez made up his mind". Beth said as she was scribbling doodles in her notebook.

"Whatever. I am down for anything we do as long as it doesn't involve balloons." Logan shudders as he thinks of every color of balloon slowly suffocating him. He snapped out of his thought as the rest of the group looked at him bewildered.

"What?" Logan replied coolly. "I got a thing about balloons, OK? Quit staring at me!" Logan hid his face in shame as the rest of the group ignores him and goes right back to their plan.

Everyone in glee club was trying to contribute ideas while Steffany had other plans of her own.

"Hey, what up?" Steffany winks flirtatiously and mouths quietly to a pretty blonde girl walking by. The girl completely ignores Steffany flipping her hair and walking away.

"Awwwww! Come on baby don't be like that!" Steffany puts her hands up in the air trying to get the girl's attention but it was no use. She was already gone.

"Can we please get back to our plan people! Stop screwing around!" Kaleb yells at Steffany while Logan kicks her foot underneath the table.

"Heeeeey!" Steffany glared at Logan.

"Oooops, my bad." Logan gasped in fake horror, clearing enjoying himself.

Steffany rubbed her foot but never taking her glaring eyes off Logan.

"When will he forgive me? It was a long time ago!" Steffany thinks about Logan as she continues to pay attention to her group.

"Guys! Guys! Guys! I got a brilliant idea!" Chris exclaims like a child who ate a bunch of sugar. He was so excited bouncing his leg up and down waving his hand up in the air.

"OK, what is thi-?" Logan was interrupted by Amelia.

"Whoa, guys, we should just give up. It's no use. And I am not completely comfortable with this idea anyway... It feels wrong." Amelia expressed her concerns changing her mind at the last minute. This whole thing felt wrong. All wrong. She wasn't afraid of getting in trouble with her dad. It just it didn't sit right with her. And with whatever Chris' idea is she for sure wasn't comfortable anymore.

"Oh come on, 'Melia. It could be fun." Dylan nudged her shoulder.

"It's for the greater good of the group." Beth chimed in.

"Greater good?" Amelia rolled her eyes at Beth.

"And besides it might be fun to feel like bad asses for once." Dylan again replied.

No matter what, Amelia wouldn't budge. She had made up her mind.

"No, guys. This is messed up. We should just welcome them with open arms. All of this is so dumb. All of this for what? To show we are in charge? Then what?" Amelia looked at each one of the members with a serious expression

"Oh come on! Guys we gotta show 'em who's boss." Kaleb said with a hint of regret creeping in his stomach. Deep down he knew Amelia was right but Kaleb couldn't change who was, "King of Mean". So he pretended to go along with it.

"Maybe she's right. This IS messed up. We all welcomed each other with open arms, why can't we do the same for these new guys?" Briar said as the group was starting to rethink this whole idea.

Chris grew impatient. He wanted to have fun and Amelia once again was ruining it.

"Fine. Little Miss Priss boots and Priss boots number two are out. Are the rest of you in? We gotta do this or they'll run shit and none of us will get chances to express ourselves". He said that last part a little sadly.

The new directions looked around at each other and nodded in agreement while Briar and Amelia looked appalled and left the lunchroom.

"I want NOTHING to do with this! And if you all get caught I was never involved. I am ashamed of all of you. Especially you." Amelia stared down Chris and for a brief moment Amelia swore she saw regret and hurt on Chris' face but she wasn't sure because she moved too fast out of the lunchroom.

Some looked guilty while others like Kaleb, Logan, and Steffany smiled mischievously.

Chris quickly switched on a smile and continued to ignore the pain in his chest.

"OK, what was your plan?" Logan cleared his throat while others were waiting for Chris to speak.

Chris smiled evilly and replied, "Oh, you'll see."

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"Levantolo maldita sea!" Everyone turned and stared at him. Then, he relented and spoke in English. "Lift it up, goddammit!"

Everybody heaved at least two gallon-sized bags two at a time into the two-timing truck of destiny. They all knew where Chris was headed and were completely stunned at what they were doing. But that's what happens when plans and hate come together.

"Do it, dammit!" Chris ordered. Dylan and Kaleb worked together, gathering the white, creamy bags into the truck while Steffany tried her best not to show that her shoulders ached.

One by one and two by two, they got all fourteen bags into the truck. With a final, almost orgasmic sigh, Chris realized the job was complete. For now. He orchestrated the others to get in the truck and drive to McKinley. Their job was far from over. And everyone held a mixture of feelings – satisfaction, guilt, giddiness, fear, and back to guilt. Nevertheless, the four teens left for their eventual destination and this was going to be a gamechanger in their lives.

Their drive was over before they knew it. As they parked, Chris took lead. He scoured the nearly empty parking lot in the early morning hours and could hear the others struggling with the bags as he crept closer to the school. He had to make sure the doors were unlocked. He slinked up the steps and tried to pull the door open.

It was already unlocked. Chris smiled. And the Great Mashed Potato Prank of McKinley High School was underway.

The four of them smuggled bags of the white, imitation mix into the school. For the time being, they settled them in the gymnasium, where early morning students wouldn't go and they'd be sure they wouldn't be caught.

There are many times when it's handy to be familiar with locks. And that morning, Kaleb, Dylan, and Steffany all saw how Chris was eerily adept at this skill.

A plan was set. One by one, there would be five lockers that would receive the porcelain creamy goodness. And each one would be done one at a time. Chris directed his traffic and the others almost eagerly responded. A New Directions member trafficked this bag to this locker number and the next. Within ten minutes, two bags of instant mashed potatoes were prepped before a locker, with a few bags to spare.

And just as Chris had everyone report back to him, he turned to initiate his brilliant plan when the one person confronted him, the one nemesis, the one pain the ass that he never wanted to see that morning….

Amelia Ramirez.

"What the hell," she roared, hands on her hips, "do you think you're doing?!"

He grinned while the others took a step back. "GMPPMHS!"

"What?!"

"GMPPMHS!"

"What the hell-?"

"The Great Mashed Potato Prank of McKinley High School!" He boyishly smiled at her but it went absolutely nowhere. Instead, she turned her attention to the others, who couldn't really look at her.

"And you? Dylan?!"

"Well…" the cute cheerleader said, toeing the floor. "I don't…"

She shook her head. "Kaleb?! Steffany?!" Neither of them spoke. So, she returned to the ringleader. In the end, she threw up her hands in the air and walked away. Chris watched her go, with a weird pain in his stomach.

Meanwhile, the others were still gathering bags of mashed potatoes to their designated locations. Chris The General helped locate specific locations and eventually, everyone met back in the gymnasium.

"Damn, Chris!" Logan exclaimed, wiggling his arms with everyone else. "Where in the hell did you get that many instant mashed potatoes?"

"They had a sale." Chris non-chalantly said. ".99 cents. Or whatever. Five finger… Look, just don't worry about it."

The others briefly glanced at each other and then shrugged. Chris turned around and stared at his handiwork. The others had everything in place and it was his turn to lead them to his incredible lock-cracking skills. With a simple wave of his arm, he led them down the hall. Like a militia, he was in charge, with his soldiers behind him. As he walked, he couldn't help but think of that dumb 1990s challenge…

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,

But I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold.

But I'm a million different people from one day to the next

I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

He only hummed it, but it fit. Chris Martinez certainly was a complex person, but only Amelia caught a glimpse of it before. When his mind drifted to her, he shook his head, stopped humming, and resumed his task. Then, it was time to get to business.

The school's doors officially opened for business just one minute before. Like ninjas, they scooted from this hall to the next. Chris led them to one locker after another. His adept lockpicking skills made jaws drop. And after the creamy goodness was placed, off they went to the next. There were only five targets and voices could be heard in the distance. And then, a locker slammed shut far away.

They were running out of time!

Like burglars, they crept down the halls, lungs panting, bags almost falling out of hands, wide eyed fear. Logan struggled some and Steffany surprisingly came to his side to help him. Kaleb easily manhandled two bags and all of them followed Chris' lead. In the distance, Amelia kept an eye on them.

If everyone had been more astute, they would've seen two others following them as well.

Everyone crept along the wall as Royston St. Clair's locker was being jimmied open. The bag was easily placed on the top shelf and Chris produced a pocketknife to cut the cellophane in just the right place. Others' were deftly configured and within five minutes, General Chris Martinez smiled in pride.

Now, all they had to do was wait…

Of course, that didn't take long.

Students gradually filled into the halls. Teachers watched the odd assembly of five glee clubbers and Amelia in the wings, but said and did nothing about it. The pranksters were bouncing on their heels and the General couldn't have been more excited.

That's when lockers started opening and the avalanches began…

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

We've got the right to choose it

There ain't no way we'll lost it

This is our life, this is our song

Smiles filled the prankster's faces as Royston wiped mashed potatoes off his shirt. Tyler Davidsen wiped his eyes and Tara Collins hadn't looked this angry ever. Students watching saw the volcano of potatoes careen on the students and erupted in laughter. It was a 'Carrie'-filled cacophony in the hallway and no one saw an end in sight! And still, the impromptu performance went on…

We'll fight the powers that be just

Don't pick our destiny 'cause

You don't know us, you don't belong

Oh we're not gonna take it

No, we ain't gonna take it

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

The entire performance stopped and every single McKinley person in the hall stared ahead. Behind the rebels, Coach Ramirez and Principal Shuester fiercely glared at the pranksters.

"Choir room! NOW!" Ramirez roared.

Heads dropped. Defeat apparent, they marched deathrow-style towards the choir room. Nobody could look at the angry glee club director or the normally kind principal. Every other student went about their lives, except for the ones who were still wiping off mashed potatoes from their bodies.

Within a minute, they arrived in the choir room. That's when Coach Ramirez slammed the door shut and the pranksters jumped in surprise.

"What the hell are you DOING?!" he roared. For the time being, Shuester remained silent. Obediently, all five pranksters sat down in their chairs. Something caught the coach's attention and he flipped his head towards the door. Like a hunter, he wildly opened the door.

"You too, Amelia! Get in here!"

Surprised, she hesitantly walked into the room, her shoulders hunched. Nevertheless, she took her seat next to Dylan. All around her, everyone just looked freaked and deservedly so.

"So!" Ramirez roared. "New Directions is a bunch of bullies, huh?!"

"No, coach," Kaleb began, "we were just-"

"Shut up!" The room went silent. "I canNOT begin to explain how disappointed in you all that I am!" And then, he took a breath and looked at his daughter. "Especially you, Amelia."

"But I'm not-!"

"Yes, you were! You were at the scene and you participated, didn't you?!"

"No! Mr. Ramirez, I really didn't-!"

"She didn't coach." Everyone turned in surprise to see Chris was speaking. "Actually…" he dipped his head a little and whispered, "she tried to stop us."

"What?!"

"I said," Chris lifted his head, "she tried to stop us." Amelia flashed a surprised yet grateful smile at him.

"I thought," Will began, stepping forward, "you all were better than this." No one said anything. "You know what, Derrick? I should shut down the glee club."

Eyes bulged. Heart rates went up. Students looked at each other and then back to the principal. They had just begun to voice their opinions on the matter…

"Shut up!" Ramirez roared. "Principal Shuester is right! You ALL should be ashamed of yourselves. What the hell were you thinking?! Are you all jealous little crybabies that you can't see what glee clubs stand for?!" Everyone remained silent. So, Ramirez continued. "Look. I don't care what you EVER think of new people to this club. This is SUPPOSED to be a safe haven, a way for freaks and geeks and gleeks and meeks and others are to be able to express themselves! And you TRIED TO TAKE THAT AWAY?! HOW DARE YOU!"

Pindrops weren't heard. No one spoke. Will was even impressed with how passionate Derrick Ramirez was being and simply let him run the show.

"Now," Derrick more calmly began, "this is what's going to happen…" He watched them all, guaranteeing he had their attention. Many in the room had never been grilled like this by a coach and were unprepared for it. Once he was satisfied he had their attention, he glanced at Amelia. She wouldn't look at him. He ignored her and continued. "You all will do a group number with the newbies."

Everyone began groaning.

"Shut uuuuup!" They all went silent. "You don't have a choice! I don't think you all understand what an absolutely shit- CRAPPY THING YOU DID! You crossed the line! You abandoned what this club stands for because of your petty jealousies! Well, poor babies! You will ALL do this! You will do a group number with Royston and Tyler and Wiley and Sereina and…!"

"Tara." Will whispered.

"And Tara!" Ramirez yelled. "And you better make it good because IF you don't, you're out of the glee club. Is that understood?" Silence. "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Yes!"

"Good." Then, he turned to the Principal. "They're all yours now. I'm disgusted with them." And with that, Coach Derrick Ramirez turned and left the room. No one had ever seen the coach this angry before and were all in doubt about their futures.

Or their disciplines.

"So!" Will said with a devilish smile. "I wonder if that's enough punishment for you all…" All eyes stayed bowed and no one even dared to speak. But when Kaleb finally braved looking up, he saw that Shuester was gone.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I hope you liked this. :)

What did you think overall? As I said next chapter the new characters will be introduced. :)

Part two coming soon. Thank you! Have a nice day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3