McKinley 2013 / Duets part 1

I'm aiming to get every character in these two chapters. I have eight, so I'll have four and four in each chapter. Also in the next few chapters or so, I believe I will be wrapping this story up. So if there is anyone who is still reading, and was an O.C who isn't graduating, my question is: would you want to be in the sequel. I already have an answer from a couple I have already asked. I'm asking early because, the sequel is going to be another SYOC, and I have the epilogue (sort of) planned out.

(Kris)

I step inside the school. Nothing has changed, it's as though, the school was still celebrating the new years eve party.

"Happy 2013," I hear a male's voice proclaim, as I reach my locker.

"Thanks," I tell him. Then I turn around and see that it's Blake Adams. "Shouldn't you be seeing what the new play is or something?" I ask him sarcastically but jokingly, as I open my locker, and grab my History textbook.

"I would but the school is doing High School Musical again, and I don't feel like being Troy Bolton again. Three years of that is enough," he tells me.

"Why on earth would you even audition for it the second or third time, knowing you had the play every year?" I ask

"Because, I want the scholarship to get into Emerson College," he tells me sounding depressed about the subject. "Do you know how hard it is to get into that college for their Preforming Arts?" he asks, as I shut my locker, and grip my hands on backpack straps.

"I don't even have the first clue about theater, aside Little Shop," I tell him honestly.

Then the bell rings announcing that it's time for class. Then an idea popped in my head.

"Hey wait up," I call out to him, as I grab my music sheet out my bag.

"I was going to use this as a song in rehearsals today," I announce as I catch up to him.

"What?" he asks confused.

"Learn it. Study it. Whatever. Just be in the music room at two thirty five," I tell him, and head to class before the second bell rings.

.GLEE.

(Katie)

"Hey DJTie, how was your Christmas break?" asks Vi, as she catches up with us in the hallway by my locker.

"It was great, I got to meet more of my hosting family. Spent Christmas with my real family via Skype. Spent Christmas day with Katie," he replies happily, as he holds my hand.

"How was yours?" I ask, as I go in for a kiss with DJ.

"My was great. My brother came home, and spent time with me. He plans of transferring here next year. He even left behind his Doctor Who series," she announces like a fan-girl.

"Seriously? That's actually epic. I can't wait to meet him now," DJ speaks up happily, as though he had just met a new friend, and I was out of the loop.

"Then you'll have to wait until September," she tells him. Then we head to the music room for the rest of our lunch break. When we walked in, we shut the door behind us, and placed our backpacks on the seats, then walked up to the piano, where there was a music sheet from Big.

I wasn't familiar with it, but I was curious enough to find out. DJ looked at it, and began to play the notes on the piano, and then sang.

Stars, I can give you stars

A hundred billion stars in the sky

We can watch them float by

Suns, that's what stars are - suns

With planets by the tons

Where there may be two creatures like us

Gazing back at a million stars

Isn't that a thought that's awesome?

Let me give you stars, stars, stars

Stars, how'd you like your stars?

Then Vi looked at the book, and joined in. I stood there watching, knowing, that nothing was happening between them. I kind of wished I had my cell phone, so I could record this though.

(Vi) Very nice.

(DJ) How'd you like to rocket around

(Vi) With my feet on the ground

(DJ) Stars!

(Vi) Stars!

(DJ) You and me in stars

(Vi) Well...!

(DJ) All the while the earth is still spinning

We're spending tonight gazing up

(Vi) Stars, here I am in stars

Floating in a warm kind of funk

Out in space in a bunk

In stars, he just gave me stars

I've been looking down for too long

But since I've left the ground

All around are a million stars

I have had a night that's awesome

Thank you for the fun...

And the ring...

And the stars...

Then DJ stopped as Vi finished the last bit of the song.

"You have any clue as to what we just sang? Well you just sang?" I asked as I take off my hoodie and reveal my Harry Potter house t-shirt, in which, DJ had got me for Christmas.

"I'm assuming something from someones play audition," guessed Vi, as she collected her backpack and the bell announced it was time to head for class again.

Right as we were leaving Mr. Shuester walked in.

"I heard you guys singing a few minutes ago. You guys sounded great, and because of it, I know the next assignment, and honestly, I'm surprised I haven't thought of it earlier," he tells us, and then tells us we had better get to class.

"Well better I-need-to-get-laid Cheerio's walk the hallway, let's get to class," Vi suggests. Then bam. Slushied.

.Glee.

(DJ)

"What the hell Ryder?" Vi asks sounding pissed, as she realized who it was.

"Don't what the hell me," he tells her, as he mimics her voice horribly, and showing his Titans football jersey off with pride.

"Don't you have a cheerio you should be making out with underneath the bleachers with, or something?" she asks him sarcastically.

"I would but Kitty and I are done. Broke up this morning, oh what am I telling you losers about it for?" he reveals.

"That's probably the most depressing line I've heard all day," Vi tells him. "C'mon guys, we need to get to class, we won't get a free pass, like this loser here," she adds, and signals us to continue walking with her.

As we're in the clear, we head to our separate classes.

"I'll see later," I tell the two girls. I walk into class wearing my now blue stained Dragon Ball Z t-shirt with pride, so I could show every judging student I wasn't afraid of the stupid Slushie throwers of McKinley High.

"You got slushied? I see," came my lab partners voice, as I walked over to my table.

"Correct-o, you are. Ryder Lynn made it known he was pissed about the Jitty break-up," I tell Blake.

"Well then, I'll be on the lookout," Blake answers back.

"Lets get this over with. I have to meet up with Kris after this class," he tells me, as he picks up our science kit, and prepares it for our assignment.

"What is that all about?" I ask curiously.

"Honestly, I have no idea. She wants me to meet her in the music room at two thirty," he tells me, as he pulls out the Andy Grammer music sheet she must have given him out of his backpack.

"Blake Adams, welcome to New Directions," I tell him in a guessing voice.

"I said I wasn't joining, but I guess, I have no other choice," he tells me.

"With Kris, you don't stand a chance," I tell him, as I grab my backpack, and head out of the science room when the bell rings.

.Glee.

(Blaine)

"Pencils down. Times up," Mrs. Durgin announces to the class, as we finish our tests. "Any test unfinished, will automatically be counted as being a make up test," she adds, as we pass in our tests. Luckily I had finished mine. Aside spending time with Kurt, and giving Tayson advice for whatever it was he needed advice on, I had time to study. I was also going to do a solo in rehearsals today.

As I head for class, I see Jake hanging around that Marley girl. No one really knew who she was, but from what we had heard she had a killer voice, and had some bad ass artwork.

As I got closer to the gymnasium for gym class, my cell phone went off. It was Kurt texting me again. This one was different.

WE NEED TO TALK – KURT.

That was odd. We always talked, but this time, I was sure it was different. I didn't want that gut-wrenching-about-to-get-in-a-fight-over-somethi ng-stupid feeling I had. He couldn't be jealous over Tayson, who was straight Could he? Sure, there was that stupid thing with Eli, but we worked through that. I shrug it off, and head into gym, where we would be playing inside soccer today. I walk into the boys locker room, where I hear someone humming the words to I Will Wait. Suddenly a solo idea had popped in my head.

After gym class, I head straight for the library, and look up a printable music sheet of the song, and print it. Then I head to the music room, and practice it, so I would be able to rehearse it to everyone else, including Kurt.

Then someone walked in.

"Sorry, I know I should be in class, but-" then I stopped mid sentence, once I knew who it was.

"Rachel, I thought you went back to New York already," I tell her, as I get up and give her a hug.

"No. No. Not yet anyways. College schedules are tad bit different than high school schedules. I don't go back until next week, and I wanted to spend some time with Finn before he leaves to go to Iowa," she tells me.

"I take it, that's where he's being stationed?" I guessed.

"Yeah, but enough of that, have you sent in your application for NYADA yet?"

"Just waiting for an answer back," I answer her with a hopeful smile.

"So was that your music sheet of Stars, Stars, Stars?" I ask, though I was sure I already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I was rehearsing for it, even though, it doesn't appear on Broadway anymore," she tells me.

"You're going to go far. You do know that, right?" I ask her, even though we both knew it.

"I'll be the first to let you know why I'm here. Mr. Shue called me up during lunch time today, and wanted to know if, I could help out with the assignment this week. It's Broadway duets, and I'm going to be a guest judge," she tells me with that Rachel Berry confidence.

Then the bell goes off announcing the end of the day, and I was with my best friend in the music room.

.Glee.

(Blake)

"Alright, I'm here," I tell Kris, as I see she's there waiting, as I expected she would be.

"Good. Now do you have your song good and ready to go?" she asks with a hopeful smile.

"It was kind of last minute, so no wouldn't be an option, would it?" I ask hoping that, that answer would get me out of it.

Then the rest of the members showed up.

"Adams? What are you doing here?" asks Levy, as she was starting to blush.

"Kris, here decided to pull me in. She said we needed another member. That's just the short story," I tell her.

The the music instructor walked in.

"Mr. Shue, before we get started, I would like to sing something with Blake Adams," Kris announces, as she raises her hand excitedly. So the instructor's name was Mr. Shue. That was a start.

"Spotlights open," he answers her, as he signals her up, and she hands the band sheet music.

Well here goes. No turning back now. Then she started to sing.

I've been waiting on the sunset

Bills on my mindset

I can't deny they're getting high

Higher than my income

Incomes bread crumbs

I've been trying to survive

The glow that the sun gets

Right around sunset

Helps me realize

This is just a journey

Drop your worries

You are gonna turn out fine.

Oh, you turn out fine.

Fine, oh, you turn out fine.

Then I turn my turn at it. Ok I admit it: I was nervous as hell, and I'm not sure as to how this was going to work out since I always used to make fun of Daz about it. Speaking of which, where was Captain Will Turner anyways?

But you gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

You gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

I know it's hard, know it's hard,

To remember sometimes,

But you gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

I've got my hands in my pockets,

Kicking these rocks.

It's kinda hard to watch this life go by.

I'm buying into skeptics,

Skeptics mess with, the confidence in my eyes

I'm seeing all the angles, starts to get tangled

I start to compromise

My life and the purpose.

Is it all worth it?

Am I gonna turn out fine?

Oh, you'll turn out fine.

Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine.

Then Kris took her vocals over again. I watched, as I saw everyone look at as us, as though they had all voted me in.

Only rainbows after rain

The sun will always come again.

It's a circle, circling,

Around again, it comes around,

But you gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

You gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

I know it's hard, know it's hard

To remember sometimes,

But you gotta keep your head up, oh,

And you can let your hair down, eh.

"Welcome to New Directions Blake," Mr. Shue tells the group, as we finish the song, and we take our seats.

"Thanks. I guess," I tell him, even though I wasn't so sure. Well there was no turning back now. Slushies, being made fun of, screwing up basketball chances of going to states. That all started the moment I walked in the music room door.

.Glee.

(Levy)

After Blaine had finished his solo of I Will Wait Mr. Shue stands in front of the whiteboard, and then does an introduction.

"Today, I would like to introduce you to someone, who is really dear to me. She's had her ups, and downs, and she's currently a student at NYADA in New York City," he starts, and then I look over and see Mel. I was guessing she already knew who it was. Then again, why wouldn't she? She knew just about everyone past and present in this school.

"Mr. Shue, is it, Ms. Rachel Berry?" she asks excitedly, showing that she couldn't hold the question back any further.

"I can't surprise you can I Mel?" he asks joking with a smile. "Anyhow, yes it is, and she's here to be a special guest judge for this weeks assignment," he adds with a smile on his face, and then he reveals the whiteboard. BROADWAY DUETS.

Then Rachel speaks up, after she appears. Now I could see why Mel admired her, even though she didn't say it.

"I guess I really don't have to introduce myself," she admits with a little giggle. "It's so nice to finally be able to see the new faces. I'm here not only to be a guest judge, but someone, will win the duet-face off, and who does win, will receive a one on one private rehearsal with me. You have until May to get ready for National's, and to win it, you'll need all the help to stay on top," she tells us.

"Thank you, Rachel," Mr. speaks up. "Now, as Rachel was speaking, I matched names up with who they will be teaming up with. In the past we have done Rocky Horror Picture Show, Grease, West Side Story, Rachel and Mercedes did a song from RENT. Now, you and you're partner, have three days to search, sing and prepare," he instructs us. Then he reveals who was with who.

Katie/Corey

Mel/DJ

Natalie/Jason

Kris/Hero

Abbie/Blaine

Vi/Andy

Levy/Blake

This would get interesting.

"Mr. Shue, I need a moment with Blake. Alone," Ryder tells us, as he steps inside the music room door.

"I'll be right back," he tells us.

"Make it quick," Mr. Shue tells him, as he looks kind of aggravated, in which with Ryder Flynn, I wouldn't blame him.

"Sorry," he told the class, mostly at Mr. Shue, when he had come back into the room.

"No problem, just don't make a habit of it," he tells Blake.

"I won't," he tells Mr. Shue, and then Mr. Shue dismissed us for the day.

"So do you want to like. I don't know. Hang out or something?" he asks, as we leave the music room, and stop at his locker, so he could grab his text books he would need for homework.

"If it helps, I know the perfect song we could do," he tells me, as our eyes meet, "besides, I've known about your crush on me for a while now," he adds, and then my face turns bright red.

"No HSM. I promise," he adds, and then we walk out to his car.

"Fine, but we're just watching movies, and that's it," I tell him, as we reach his car.

"Good, because, I wasn't going to take no for an answer since we're partners. Have you ever seen A Chorus Line ?" he asks me.

"No," I answer him truthfully. Minus the crush, I was already getting sick of him. I wished he had stayed on the stupid basketball team.

"Can I ask you a question though?" I ask, as I play with my hair for a second.

"Shoot," he tells me as our eyes meet again briefly.

"What made you decide to like music so much, and why did you hide it for so long?"

"I've been into music for a while now. Since I was five, and since I met Daz, at theater camp. Sure, I would always make fun of him for it, but it was something I always was into. It's part of the reason I want to go to Emerson College so much," he tells me, as he we head inside, and upstairs to his bedroom.

"Just friends," he tells me, as he raises his hands up innocently. I was secretly hoping maybe it would be more than that soon. But I doubted it.