A/N: I'd just like to begin by saying that I hate Charice. I'd rather not include her, but you know, I'd like to make this a tad bit more realistic. To make myself feel better, though, I made up a character. Just to remind you, I'm copying this off a notebook, and it was written before Season 2 began, and based merely on promos seen. Anyway, enjoy!

POV: Rachel Berry

So, Quinn Fabray was a Cheerio again. I might have expected that early on, but I wasn't entirely positive it was going to happen. I wanted to congratulate her formally on Beth's successful birth and tell her that Shelby was in fact, enjoying her. Although I had to face the fact that she was a Cheerio again, and the little friendship we had the past year may no longer exist.

"Alright," I announced, "we have two applicants for today, and let's begin, shall we?" I gave the floor (quite unwillingly, if I may add) to Mr Schuester. He nodded in gratitude, and signalled to Finn, who was backstage, that the first student may come out.

A tiny, curvy girl popped out. When I say tiny, I do mean tiny! She was barely above Finn's stomach. It boosted my self-esteem knowing that I would no longer be known as the smallest teenager they've seen. "I'm Sunshine Corazon, an exchange student from the Philippines. I'll be singing Listen," she said, a horribly huge smile on her horribly huge face. She also had an irritating accent. She looked Filipino, but I have met/heard several other who speak better than her.

Brad began playing, and she sang. I rolled my eyes. Her vocals were satisfactory, but obviously, she lacked star quality. It might sound harsh, but she was wearing dorky glasses and pigtails. I heard Ray Bans were quite the fad in places like Korea, but I'm certain that if anyone from there would see her, the fad would be over before you can say "Lame" in Korean.

The moment she was done, there was applause from some of my co-members, but it soon faded. The next applicant stepped onstage. She took small, nearly imperceptible steps, and unlike Sunshine, she didn't stop at center stage. She stopped probably three feet away from it. She just stood there, and I figured she was waiting for a signal.

"You may begin," I say encouragingly."I'm Charlotte Marvil, but, um, you can call me Charlie. I'll be, er, singing 'Speechless' by Lady GaGa."

Meanwhile, I was studying her. She was slim, not curvy. A tad bit taller than me, but I wear heels and she wears sneakers, so maybe really taller than me. She was pale, but had dark brown hair. If she wasn't so introverted, she would stand out.

I made mental notes in my head. Shy. Stuttering. Not a threat, fortunately.

But when she began singing, I scratched off the last bit. Her voice was strong. It wasn't like others whose voices seemed baby-fied, with too much vibrato and makes it sound too fake. It was impressive, I had to admit. To myself, I mean. I could never tell anyone what I thought about her. She was a threat, too. Like Sunshine.

However, the moment she stopped she sprinted off the stage in embarrassment, and when we clapped, there was no one to receive it.

"I think they're both deserving," Mercedes said.

"The first girl needs a makeover," Kurt commented, "and Botox."

"Can't they both get in?" Mike asked.

"I don't vote for anyone," Santana said.

"I vote for Finn," Brittany smiled. We all stared at her questioningly. "What?" She looked confused. "He sings well."