"Welcome to Northlake, you know Wolves take the cake!" The Northlake cheerleaders cheered.

Maria crossed her arms as she watched the cheerleaders perform.

"They're pitchy, and their rhyme makes no sense. Why would a wolf eat cake?" Maria questioned.

Maria's friend, Gordy rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Maria we can't all be as talented as you."

The Northlake High School cheerleaders were performing in front of the whole school for the big pep rally. All the other students were out of their seats, clapping and cheering for the team. Gordy ran a finger through his dark black hair watching the cheerleaders with a particular interest. One of them stood out to him. Tamara Prince.

She was front in center of the squad. Her smile was brighter than the lights above them. Maria saw him watching her and crossed her arms.

"Are you watching Tamara Prince?" She asked.

Gordy blushed. "Of course not."

Maria rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to say anything because it's so cliché for one of the few brown girls in school to hate the other brown girl."

"But?" Gordy sighed.

There was always a but with Maria.

"Tamara is a Class A Bitch and cares about nothing or no one. Remember in eighth grade she told everyone I was a lesbian, just because I said her talent show performance of Destiny Child's 'Say My Name' was juvenile." Maria huffed.

Gordy chuckled. "I'm sure you were so nice."

Maria frowned, what did Tamara have that she didn't? Maria told herself she was pretty enough, with her light brown skin, bouncy curly brown hair, and chocolate-colored eyes. Granted her figure could use a lot of work. Her current choice of outfit wasn't very sliming either. She let off a loud, dramatic sigh, sitting back against the bleachers.

The assembly ended with some of the male cheerleaders throwing Tamara into the air, while she did several flips. Gordy watched, mesmerized. He knew it was cliché to think that she looked like an angel, but she really did. She soared through the sky like a bird.

"Gordy!" Maria yelled impatiently.

She began to tug at his jacket to get his attention. Gordy turned away from the cheerleaders to watch Maria.

"Come on we have to get to Pre-Calc." Maria said.

Gordy nodded and forced a smile. He hated math, actually he hated school in general. Well the learning part of school anyway. Maria however excelled, and always expected Gordy to do the same. He followed her to class, walking absent mindedly. He began to drown out her complaints about various aspects of school.

"And Gordy you aren't going to believe this, our drama teacher was fired!" Maria yelled.

Gordy stopped. Drama teacher? Mr. Brooks, he remembered. He taught drama at North Lake High School. Gordy stopped when he remembered he also was the director of the glee club.

"That's awful," Gordy said.

And for once he meant it. Every day when he would pass the choir room, he would hear Mr. Brooks and his kids singing. Of course, it was only four students, no one would ever join the glee club. Joining the glee club was officially branding yourself as a loser. Maybe some girls could get away with it, but Gordy wasn't ready to be known as a boy that likes to sing and dance.

"I'll say, he didn't even give us parts for our new play! He was fired over such bullshit, just because he had a little cocaine on school grounds, doesn't mean his employment needs to be terminated!" Maria ranted.

Gordy paused. "I'm sorry did you say cocaine?"

"Keep up Gordy, anyhoo, isn't this just awful for me!" Maria complained.

The two stopped once they reached their Pre-Calc room. "So, what happens to Glee Club?"

"No clue." Maria shrugged.

She paused. "Why do you care?"

Gordy blushed. He coughed loudly, to mask his embarrassment "Just curious, I mean you have to feel bad for those kids."

Maria let off a loud laugh. "Don't they all quit as soon as he was fired, something about being tired of being bullied and no one caring about them, I'm not completely sure I wasn't paying attention while they were crying."

Maria sighed as she twisted a strand of curly brown hair. "Some people just can't handle the spotlight."

Gordy nodded. Glee club was finished, not that he was going to try out anyway. But the thought of it still made him feel an unexpected sense of sorrow.


"Who farted!" Kurt yelled.

Sam and Layla chuckled. "Who smelt it dealt it." They cackled in unison.

Blaine laughed along with them, amused by the spectacle. Kurt however did not seem as pleased.

"Thank you, Sam, for having the same maturity as a four-year-old." Kurt sighed.

"Come on Kurt, we're on this trip to have fun." Blaine chuckled.

If Kurt wasn't driving, he would have crossed his arms. "Are you kidding me? I'm the freaking maid of honor! I can't relax. I need to plan and prep." Kurt panicked.

Sam laughed and turned to Layla. "Your dad is crazy is crazy you know that."

"Parents, we raise them the best that we can, but they never learn." Layla sighed.

Blaine burst out into laughter, while Kurt rolled his eyes. He turned his head to see a small diner, by a small street corner. A large red sign read: Auntie May's Kitchen.

"There's the restaurant, Santana and Brittany told us to meet them there." He said.

Layla clapped her hands together. "I get to see my favorite aunties."

"How far along is Santana with her pregnancy?" Blaine asked.

Santana and Brittany announced a couple months ago they wanted to start a family. A thought they all considered strange since Santana always made it seemed like she hated children and was intent on being a trophy wife forever.

"God Santana as a mom, I'm having flashbacks to her as Mrs. Klaus." Kurt sighed.

Sam looked outside to see the restaurant. "Who is else is meeting us here?"

"Just Brittany and Santana. Mike, Tina, and Artie fly in tomorrow. Quinn is shopping for bachelorette party gifts right now. Rachel and Jesse won't be here till next week, since their flying all the way from Italy." Kurt informed

Blaine sighed. "Italy must be nice, we should go one day."

Sam laughed. "If only I wasn't on a teacher's salary, I would love a vacation. One that didn't involve going to my exes wedding."

A loud knock was heard on their car window disturbing the four of them. They looked out to see Santana impatiently tapping her foot. They all gasped when she looked at her belly. It was massive. Much bigger than Rachel and Quinn's stomachs were.

"Hurry up! I'm hungry, and if I have to wait on you any longer, I am cracking somebody's nutsack." She warned.

"Santana!" Blaine hissed. "Our daughter is in the car."

Santana looked back to see Layla blushing. "Hi, little Layla, cover your eyes for Auntie Tana. I don't want you to have any traumatic memories of me brutally murdering your fathers."

"Jesus." Sam laughed.

He got out of the car and pulled his pregnant friend in for a big hug. "I missed you Santana."

Santana smiled wickedly. "I've missed you too, Trouty Mouth."

Sam looked around and frowned when he noticed Brittany wasn't around.

"Where is Brittany?" He asked.

"She's getting ice for the waiter." Santana shrugged.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why would she be doing that?"

"Well I may or may not have punched him in the eye. But in my defense, I thought I was being pretty reasonable, I was just asking for sushi. Then he had the audacity to get an attitude and say 'ma'am we don't serve sushi here, please but your switchblade away'." Santana said rolling her eyes.

Sam wished he could say that the pregnancy hormones were making Santana crazy. But he knew that this was just normal Santana.

"Let's get you and these Modern Family rejects inside, I'm hungry!" Santana hollered.


"Gordy!" Gordy's boss Rafael yelled.

Gordy turned sharply to look at the man, taping his foot impatiently. Gordy gulped; he was a waiter at Auntie May's Kitchen. He sighed and grabbed several plates and loaded them onto his arms. He knew there was a high possibility that he was going to drop them, but Rafael was impatient.

"Sorry sir, I'll get these to our customers." Gordy said.

"Hurry I'm down a waiter since one of our customers sent Mitch to the ER." Rafael sighed.

Gordy rushed out and made his way to table seven. He stopped when he saw who was sitting at the table. At the end of the table was a handsome man with dirty blond hair and abnormally large lips. Gordy recognized him immediately. He watched videos on YouTube of his New Directions winning Nationals last year. That was Sam Evans. Glee coach. Why was he in Atlanta?

"Hey Long Neck, hurry up with the food, I'm starving." A pregnant Latina woman barked.

Gordy blushed and sat his food down. "I'm sorry it took so long ma'am, after you sent our head waiter to the ER I had to fill in."

Sam chuckled. "Sorry about that, my friend here has a tendency to be a little violent."

"We're working on her anger." A man next to him said, with enough gel in his air to start a small fire.

Gordy nodded awkwardly, his eyes were trained on Sam. The National winning Glee coach was in front of him. At his restaurant

"Thank you, server boy that will be, all." Santana said.

Gordy blushed, As he made his way back to the kitchen. As soon as he was gone Brittany and Santana turned to Sam.

"Okay Sam, spill." Brittany smiled.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't follow."

Santana and Brittany turned to look at each and smirked devilishly.

"What is your plan for the wedding? I mean your obviously still have feelings for Mercedes, I can practically feel the emotional hard on your sporting at the thought of her." Santana said.

"Santana!" Kurt exclaimed.

He placed his hands over Layla's ears and glared at Santana. "My daughter is present."

"Poor girl, she's never going to have fun with the Queen of England as her father." Santana mocked.

Britanny turned to Layla and smiled. "Why don't you and I go to the kiddy table, so we can color. You can teach me how to spell the names of all the animals I don't know how to pronounce."

"She does need help last time spelled bear with an W." Santana smiled.

Layla clapped her hands. "Yipee."

She grabbed her hand and lead the blond woman to the kids table, which Brittany seemed to be more comfortable with.

"I love that woman." Santana smiled. She turned back to Sam. "Now back to the tea."

"Santana we're not teenagers anymore we're more mature than to spend our time gossiping over stupid things." Blaine said.

"Speak for yourself Gelatin head, I need daily doses of drama or I get rashes." Santana said.

Sam sighed. "I'm over Mercedes, I'm just here as a good friend trying to support her."

"You're trying to support something alright Trouty Mouth." Santana smirked.

She grabbed a chicken tender and placed it into her mouth before chomping loudly.

"So what's the plan to win her back? Are we killing someone? Framing Trey for an affair? Granted I'm trying to be a better person and all since I'm pregnant, but I'm down for the cause." Santana said.

Sam crossed his arms. "I AM OVER MERCEDES! In fact I saw a couple of girls back in Lima."

"And how many of those relationship worked out?" Santana asked.

Sam frowned. She did have a point, as much as he hated to admit. He wasn't going to let his feelings for Mercedes get in the way of her wedding. He was sure of it. He was going to make sure that she would have the best day of her life.


All night Gordy watched their table. He knew he was being slightly creepy. Well maybe really creepy. But Gordy had a dream, he wanted to sing. As stupid as that sounded, he believed it was something he needed to do. If he was going to bring the glee club back, he needed the help of someone who had experience and a history of winning. He needed Sam Evans.

Once he and his friends got up from the table, Gordy saw it as his chance to make a move.

Gordy ran to Sam and followed him to the door.

"Mr. Evans!" He yelled.

Sam turned to look at the boy. He raised an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

Gordy blushed. He never really thought of what to say when this moment came.

"Uh…you coached the New Directions right." He stuttered.

"Yeah I did, it's a little weird you know that." Sam said.

Gordy forced an awkward chuckle. "I'm not a stalker I swear. It's just our old glee teacher was recently fired for having cocaine on him-"

"Wait what?" Sam said.

"That's not the important part." Gordy said. "I want…I want you to coach our glee club. Well right now we don't have a club, but I think you could really help us."

Sam blushed. "Look kid I'm honored you want my help, but I already have a job, besides I'm only going to be in Atlanta for the month."

Gordy looked down at his feet. "Oh."

Sam sighed, he seemed like a nice kid and didn't want to disappoint him. Sam placed a comforting hand on Gordy's shoulder.

"I'm sure your school is going to find a great replacement for your teacher, one who could do the job better than me." Sam smiled.

"You're a National winning director." Gordy sighed.

Sam sighed. "I'm sorry kid, I wish things were different."


"You looked great yesterday at the pep rally baby." Tamara's boyfriend Dylan smiled.

The couple walked hand in hand through the school hallway. Tamara nodded absent mindedly. Her head was still spinning from all the flips she did.

"Plus, you look super cute with that afro babe." He said.

Tamara forced a smile. She hadn't been paying much attention to what Dylan had been saying. But she did have to admit her new dark afro did make her honey colored eyes and her milk choclate colored skin almost glow.

"I think you and I have Homecoming King and Queen in the bag." Dylan said.

"Really?" Tamara said enthusiastically.

The thought that she could actually win homecoming queen made her feel like a little girl again. She always wanted the crown. Now with Dylan as her boyfriend she had a chance. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. She turned to see Dylan pushing a boy into the lockers.

He was tall with blond hair and icy blue eyes. Tamara stopped when she realized who it was. It was Marty Nebe, the blind kid in their class.

"Sorry didn't see you there." Dylan smirked.

Tamara swatted his arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Relax babe it's just a joke." Dylan chuckled.

"He's blind, you can't do that." Tamara snarled.

Dylan laughed. "It's not that serious."

Tamara looked at Marty who was struggling to get back up.

"Fuck you asshat." He wheezed.

Dylan turned around to Marty. He balled his fists and marched over to him.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" He asked.

Tamara grabbed Dylan's arm and pulled him towards her.

"Cut it out, I'm not letting you beat up a blind kid." She hissed.

Dylan was surprised by how tight her grip was. He looked into her eyes and was surprised to see how angry she was. Dylan sighed and pulled his arm back.

"Whatever." He growled.

She looked back at Marty and considered helping him, that was the right thing to do. You couldn't just let someone bully a blind person then leave them there.

"Tamara!" A voice called.

Tamara frowned. Dylan was calling her should she go with him? After what he just did? However her body was moving before her mind was and she was already next to her boyfriend interlocking their fingers together.

She hated herself for leaving Marty alone and running back to Dylan, but that didn't stop her from smiling and laughing at whatever lame joke Dylan just told.

Gordy however was not pleased. He watched the whole ordeal from across the hall and frowned. How could Tamara do that? He swore she was better than that. He knew it. She was better than those other cheerleaders who picked on others for fun.

He ran to Marty and helped him pick up his books.

"Sorry about that, people are assholes." He smiled.

"You don't need eyesight to see that." Marty sighed.

Gordy paused. Could this be an opportunity to recruit a new member? Marty was an outcast at school, and if Gordy was being realistic the people that would want to join glee would be the kids at the bottom of the social ladder.

"So, Marty can you sing?" Gordy asked.

Marty frowned. "That's a weird question to ask randomly."

"Well it's just I'm trying to start the glee club back up, but I need twelve members to qualify for sectionals and-"

"Wasn't the Glee director fired for doing heroin at school?" Marty asked.

Gordy blushed. "It was cocaine actually but that's irrelevant."

"Sure, it is." Marty sighed.

Gordy gulped. He had a feeling this was heading south.

"Just think about, it gives you a new chance to make more friends." He offered.

"Listen, Gordy, to be honest, your new club sounds fun, but I can't be the only person joining. It's hard enough being the nerdy blind kid. The last thing I need is to add glee to my rep. Unless of course, more people join to shoulder the shame with me." Marty said.

Gordy crossed his arms. "You are your own independent person you don't need other members to validate you."

"Of course not, but I'm also not stupid and don't want a massive bull's eye on my back," Marty said.

He reached out and patted Gordy on the back. "Best of luck on your club though."


So that's the first half of episode one. You won't see more of the potential glee club members until episode 2 aka chapters three and four. What do you guys think? Also, there will be two musical numbers next chapter so you have to look forward to. As for the characters introduced this chapter:

· Gordy- Mrs. StarryOak

· Maria- LittleMissBrit

· Tamara- ToxicDIamond

· Marty-Boris Yeltsin

· Dylan- ToxicDiamond