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Titans Vs. New Directions

Before the big Slushie attack, all the footballers—minus the Glee clubbers, since they would already be there for practice or whatever—had gotten a message from Beiste to go to the choir room. No one was happy about it, but we all agreed. So we headed over.

When we got there, Hudson and the rest of the Glee boys were walking towards the door with their war faces on. I assumed they were going after us, considering what we had just done to 'their boy'. Artie was standing—er, sitting—over by his girlfriend.

How Artie Abrams, Wheelchair Boy, managed to get Brittany Pierce for a girlfriend was beyond me. I mean, I may be gay, but… damn.

I didn't want to make anymore trouble today, especially after already being in hot water with Beiste. But of course, Strando had to go and open his big, stupid mouth. "So this is what the ladies' lounge looks like on the inside."

Evans didn't look like he was up for jokes. None of them did. They were all pissed! "This is the choir room. Now put up your fists, 'cause you and I are gonna do some dancing." Ooooh, I'm so scared of the dinky little Justin Bieber look-alike.

Apparently everyone shared that opinion, because I heard them all snicker behind me. Even Hudson didn't seem to take him seriously, putting a hand on his chest and telling him, "No, I got this, Sam." Evans put on a grouchy kid face and shoved his hand off.

I decided to try and stop a fight before it started, hoping to keep the peace. "Coach Beiste told us to come. Where is she?" No one needed to answer, since she entered the room behind us with the Glee coach. "Everybody take a seat." Mr. Schuester turned to his guys and said, "You too, guys."

It kinda just happened without anyone planning it. Somehow, the Glee club was on one side of the room and the rest of us sat on the other side. It was like there was an invisible wall between us. There was 'us'and there was 'them'.

As we all got settled, Mr. Schuester began speaking. "All right, New Directions. Let's give a warm welcome…" You know, looking back, I guess I should have seen the warning signs in his perky voice. But I never thought I'd have to worry about his next words. "…to the newest members of Glee club."

It was literally like all hell broke loose.

Titans were screaming and Gleeks were screaming. Over my own outraged "WHAT?", the only thing I could hear clearly was Mercedes' "Oh HELL to the no, Mr. Schue! Are you serious?". I think Azimio even stood up at one point. It took forever for the noise to die down. Beiste and Mr. Schuester just kinda waited for us to let it all out, like we were kids throwing a tantrum. Which… we kinda were, I guess.

Even after the yelling stopped, Hudson had to give his input. "Mr. Schue, are you serious? These are the guys that made Kurt transfer!"

Then tiny little Rachel Berry pointed her finger at me and spat out "And there is no way I am sharing the choir room with a known homophobe!"

I shifted my eyes uncomfortably. Oh God, Berry… if only you knew. Of course they had to go and bring Kurt up in the conversation. Because my life just sucked like that, I guess. If he was going to be a regular topic here, I figured I'd better get used to feeling like my heart was in a fight with my stomach.

But honestly, I wanted them to stop linking my bullying to homophobia. I didn't need to be publicly associated with that right now. Not when I was just getting comfortable with my own issues. I mean, Hudson's an idiot and even he came too damn close to figuring it out. Was I really that obvious?

Their teacher spoke up. "I don't disagree with you guys." Oh gee thanks, Mr. Schue. So much for that 'warm welcome'. Apparently even the teacher hated me. "But I talked to Coach Beiste about it and she and I both agree that the kind of bullying David does is born out of ignorance." Why? Why did they have to call me out?

Ok, yes. Maybe I had been the only one to take the bullying too… far. But still. Did Mr. Schuester and Beiste know that their precious Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman had been bullies, too? What? Just because they joined Glee club, all that was magically erased? In what way was that remotely fair?

I'll answer that: it's not.

And I wasn't ignorant. I wished they'd stop with that. I was smart enough—meaning Kurt called me it enough—to know that it was just a fancy word for stupid. I wasn't stupid. In fact, I was the only one—in the room, anyway—who actually did know the whole story.

Mr. Schuester was still talking. "Having him in here, as difficult as it may be for us," Thanks man… "Is an opportunity to show him and the rest of the guys that being in Glee club is kind of cool. Find some common ground." Feh. Fat chance, dude. Nothing they could possibly do would convince me that Glee club was even remotely cool. And I wasn't going to do it.

Beiste took over then. "All of you are gonna be in this Glee club for one week, no exceptions." I panicked before I suddenly found a loophole. So I addressed the rest of the team. "She's bluffing! Next week is the championship game. Without us, she has no team." Ha! Who's a genius? I'm a genius!

"With you I have no team!" Oh. Well, I didn't know how to respond to that. So much for geniusness…

"You guys have gotta find a way to come together or we're gonna get our asses kicked from here 'till Tuesday finds a saddleback full of buckwheat!" The Titans were pretty used to Coach's weird analogies by now, so we weren't fazed.

Azimio spoke up for the first time. "If I have to stay, I am not singing no show tunes!" He turned to face us, explaining. "That is the music of my oppressors." Was this him starting to agree? Well that would just suck!

Hudson answered him. I didn't like the superior tone in his voice, like he knew something we didn't. Or like he was shocked that none of the rest of us knew what we were doing. "Do you even have any idea what we do in here?"

Yeah… you sing freaking show tunes and wear makeup and sparkly outfits. They couldn't even deny it. I'd seen it with my own eyes. I highly doubted they ever sang anything cool or recent. Other than Lady Gaga.

And I swear, if I had to sing a freaking Gaga song… I would scream. No way in hell.

Mr. Schuester answered Hudson's question. "No. None of them do." Uh, yes we do. "We have to show them. Rachel, Puck; haven't you guys been working on something? Why don't you give it a whirl?"

Heh. As pissed as I was about the situation, I almost laughed at the look on Hudson's face. What? Was he jealous? Jealous that someone else was spending so much time with the person he cared about? Good. Now he knew how I felt.

Actually, to be fair, his jealousy was more justified than mine. Hudson wasn't gay. I was just being an irrational idiot. (Maybe not so irrational, though. Even if Hudson wasn't gay, Kurt had been in love with him last year. Everyone had known that. Plus the fact that he could sing and was the quarterback of the high school football team and wasn't exactly hard on the eyes—yeah. That was most definitely enough to be jealous about.)

But Puck was a threat for sure. Hudson should havebeen worried.

On another note, Azimio was really starting to scare me a little bit, because now he wasn't protesting. He looked like he was willing—however grudgingly—to try this out.

Berry's tiny little voice spoke up, answering Mr. Schuester. "Fine. As offended as I am by their presence here, I won't let anything get in the way of our performance." She shot me a death glare before taking her place in front of the piano. It would have been intimidating if she weren't so tiny and adorable.

Yes, adorable. I wasn't crushing on her or anything. I was still attracted to testosterone; though I'm sure most would disagree if they knew the current... uh... object of my affections. But Rachel Berry was cute. Like a little kid or a yappy puppy. She still got on my nerves a bit, but not nearly as much as last year. Her attitude wasn't even as annoying anymore. Maybe being with someone as down-to-earth as Hudson was good for her. Or I had more tolerance for diva-ness after falling for Kurt.

Now I actually found the whole diva act almost kinda cute. Funny. It's not like she and I could ever be friends or anything, but she really did seempretty cool.

Puck followed her down the steps, also throwing us a glare. He grabbed a guitar and the music started.

I was surprised. I had honestly been expecting Cats or Sound of Music or something girly like that. Some kind of show tune. But I actually recognized the song playing. It was Need You Now, by Lady Antebellum. It wasn't a bad song. In fact, I heard somewhere that it was up for a Grammy this year. So I settled in, prepared to hear Berry and Puck butcher it.

Rachel began. "Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor." Wow. She was better than I thought. And I had no idea her voice could go that low. I didn't miss that she was staring straight at Hudson. Good. Hopefully they'll get back together and I can stop fantasizing about tearing his limbs off and shoving them into a tree chipper...

"Reaching for the phone, 'cause I can't fight it anymore." The team1 looked pretty torn. Some were shaking their heads in disbelief and others seemed to be getting into it.

Puck joined in with her, and I was a little shocked that he could actually sing. "And I wonder if I ever cross your mind." Rachel sang the next line by herself, and I watched in surprise as Beiste mouthed along with the words. "For me it happens all the time."

As they got to the chorus, Rachel began to walk past Puck flirtatiously. "It's a quarter after one. I'm all alone and I need you now." The guys seemed to be warming up a bit. I turned my head to the side a bit and saw one of them bouncing their hand along with the beat.

I abruptly snapped back to reality. We were being forced to join Glee club, and some of these guys didn't even seem to mind.

Well I did.

I hit him with the back of my hand, and he smiled at me in fake surprise, like he thought I was joking. Dude. Just try me. There was no way I'd be happy with this. Nope. Never, never, never.

"Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control and I need you now. And I don't know how I can do without. I just need you now."

Azimio was watching the performance like he was analyzing it. Mr. Schuester was bouncing his head to the beat and looking pleased with the two, like they were winning us over.

Which, unfortunately, they were.

Puck started in on the next verse by himself. "Another shot of whiskey; can't stop looking at the door." He looked straight at me, with a clear 'I may be singing this nice, happy song, but I really, really want to rip your head off and feed it to a pack of angry, rabid wolves' face. The rest of the team followed his gaze and looked back at me. Argh! Leave me alone already!

I mean, God! They were acting as though I was the only bully here.

Mr. Schuester looked at him and gave him a nod of approval, and that seemed to calm him down a little. I could see Puck trying so hard just to keep from jumping at me and beating me to death. But he managed. "Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before." He seemed to get riled up again, but just did a fake-out in our direction.

Just as he was starting getting pissed again, Rachel joined in. She put a hand on his arm and he calmed immediately. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "And I wonder if I ever cross your mind."

It was weird seeing Puck out of badass mode. With Rachel, he seemed playful and flirty. Not flirty the way he is when he's trying to pick up girls, either. It was like they were best friends, just singing with each other. It was… nice.

I noticed Mr. Schuester glance over at us. So I made sure I wasn't making any face that could possibly be read as positive at all. I'm not happy with this!

He let out a sigh, hopefully finally getting the fact that this little plan of his wasn't working. At least not on me.

Puck sang the next line solo. And I noticed that I'd never seen him this happy. Ever. Not in football, not when talking about his latest… adventures. But he looked genuinely happy to be singing like an idiot in front of a bunch of losers and the football team. "For me it happens all the time."

They sang together again, and I could see the club swaying to the beat as they did. "It's a quarter after one. I'm all alone and I need you now." Puck sang solo. "And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now." Rachel joined back in. "And I don't know how I can do without. I just need you now."

They ended the song and looked at each other with a smile. The Glee club applauded, and I waited for the team's reaction, holding my breath.

Azimio spoke up first. "The girl with the mohawk had a really nice voice."

Puck and some of the guys chuckled, and he took off the guitar. I couldn't believe it. Can we actually manage not to kill each other this week? Is the worst over?

Nope.

Not when Puck ran at us, suddenly brandishing the guitar around like a bat. Everyone jumped up and started screaming at each other. It was every Gleek, player, and teacher for themselves. Beiste grabbed Puck before he could do any serious damage and Mr. Schuester had to hold Azimio back.

Rachel was kicking her skinny legs in the air, seriously not caring if she hit anyone. Damn, she could get crazy! And stupid Strando had grabbed her around the waist, trying to hold her back. That didn't really work. It just allowed her to use both her legs.

All in all… not exactly the best first practice.