the glee project.
Summary: a new glee club is in town…
POV: third person… but kinda alternating characters.
Author's Ramblings: Chord fans are so paranoid. Hahaha (I found out that he wasn't leaving the show. He just wasn't promoted to regular cast unlike Harry Shum Jr. [finally!] and Darren Criss) I felt the need to scream "Oh yeah!"
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Chapter 2
Mercedes ate some of her Jolly Sundae as she listened halfheartedly to the conversation, or rather debate, Rachel and Santana were having. She rolled her eyes as the Jew was now getting to everyone's nerves. She seems to have already become an expert at doing that, Mercedes thought.
"Why can't we just practice at my basement? Why?" Rachel nagged at practically everyone. The rest just groaned. "Because we never want to step inside that house ever again," Quinn snapped at her. "Now that I've thought about it, it seems like whenever we go to your place, something terrible always happens," Tina agreed.
Rachel crossed her arms. "Well at least we're much safer in my basement than in Santana's," she glared at the Latina. "Okay, first of all, you guys already know I live in Lima Heights Adjacent; just saying," Santana threw her arms up. "And second of all, that guy was harmless."
"That guy sneered at us. And he looked wasted even though it was in the middle of the afternoon," Rachel bickered.
"Well he was probably just sneering at you. You and that awful voice of yours."
"Let me remind you that I won Best Performer for Nationals fare and square."
"No one won," Kurt suddenly spoke up, but Santana was already on a roll. "Oh please. You won because you were macking out with your ex. And guess what, honey. We didn't even win Nationals." She was already face to face with Rachel, who was steaming.
"Can you quiet it down?"
They all turned to look at where the voice was coming from, expecting to see some grumpy old geezer. Which what the manager was surely not. In a crisp white polo with trimmed hair and a small smile on his face, he looked at the bunch expectantly. "Sorry about that," Mercedes apologized on behalf. The manager just nodded, then went on his way to the windows to post the sign he was holding. Mercedes sighed, then turned to her groupmates.
Apparently Santana had grabbed Rachel by the neck and was now choking her. Mike, Quinn and Sam were already trying to calm the fuming Latina down, while Finn and Puck were trying to save Rachel from eventual doom. Kurt, Tina and Lauren just sat there amused. Brittany on the other hand… well, let's just say she was distracted by the Jollibee's Play Place.
"Can we just decide on what to do next? It's getting late…" Mercedes begged.
Soon enough they calmed down. "What about your place?" Finn asked. Mercedes shook her head. "Can't. It's too small for 12 people."
"How about your house, Brittany?" Lauren suggested. "I would love to, but Mr. Tubbington would not approve," Brittany answered.
"Guys! We've been through this already!" Rachel told them. "Kurt and Finn's house is under renovation, Quinn's mom always has guests around, Lauren lives in an apartment, Puck's is too Jewish, Mike's is too Chinese, Tina's is too creepy, and Sam's is…"
Awkward silence.
"Mine's out of the question," Sam silently said.
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Sam pushed his chair back to the table as the rest of them exited the fast food joint. He slowly walked up to the glass doors; if he was only paying attention he would have seen his friends scattering towards different directions, dismissing the problem and going shopping instead. Some went up the escalators, while others dashed to the other side of the mall. If only Sam was paying attention he could have noticed Kurt and Puck looking around the big space in the middle, where they had planned that Barbara Streisand flash mob thing. He could have seen Puck pointing at the empty floor, and Kurt just laughing at him while pointing at, instead, the hundreds of people passing by. If Sam had gone out with them he could have explained to Puck that the group needed somewhere private to practice. They couldn't just go gallivanting their performance piece to the whole of Lima.
Sam was, on the other hand, distracted by the sign on the door, the same sign that the manager had placed there right after he asked the group to shut up.
If the opportunity is there, then you gotta take it, he thought.
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"Nobody's gonna notice us. And besides, even if they do, nobody's gonna care," Puck argued. Kurt sighed. "Noah," he patiently drawled. "Say this was football. Would you share to the entire universe your strategies? No, you wouldn't. You make up codes and stuff so that only you and your team will know how to move."
"But this isn't football. This is just show choir."
"Just show choir? Excuse me, but I am offended by that."
Kurt and Puck quickly turned around, only to see Rachel tapping her foot impatiently, her arms crossed. "What are you doing here?" asked Kurt. "Shouldn't you be out somewhere with Finn?" Puck added.
"He's just by the music store trying to find some songs for glee club," Rachel told them, but then said, "But that's not the point. We can't practice anywhere public because then our schoolmates might see our routine…"
"And we'll spoil them the surprise, which will make them uninterested when the time comes," Kurt told Puck.
"But we don't even have a surprise yet. We don't even have a routine," Puck mumbled.
Rachel continued on with her discussion, "And what if the members of the new glee club see us? What if they try to copy our routine? They're being coach by Ms. Sylvester, after all. Who knows who they are and what the look like. They could easily blend in with the crowd; act like innocent bystanders. They could even be spying on us right this very second." Rachel quickly looked around, her pupils dashing from end to end.
"You're being paranoid," Kurt rolled his eyes. "However, you have a point."
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Finn looked around the music store. He didn't know why, but somehow he was already feeling guilty for going there. He really didn't need to find another song for glee club. Rachel could have planned something by now.
He shifted uncomfortably from aisle to aisle, scanning at the cd's displayed. Maybe he should just go back. Go back to Rachel. His girlfriend. Yes, he has a girlfriend for crying out loud! Finn quickly rushed to the door.
He stopped in his tracks. Lindsay smiled and waved from the other end of the glass doors.
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"Ooh, sorry. Our owner's very patriotic, and we don't take in employees who aren't Filipino. Or at least South East Asian."
Sam's smile slowly disappeared. He must have looked like a total dumbass. He bit his lip and looked at his shoes, before turning and walking away from the manager.
"Psych! Hey come back! I was just joking!" the manager laughed. Sam quickly ran back to his desk. "If you hadn't noticed, I'm white, too, you know," the manager chuckled. Sam let out a breath of relief. "Sorry, sir. Guess I was just too nervous to function properly."
"Well, I think you better work on that one," the manager tipped. "You will be handling a lot of weird people, after all, and most of them are hungry angry customers." He led Sam to the counters, saying, "Since we're super understaffed, and summer's the most hectic of seasons, your job starts very soon."
Sam quickly grabbed the manager's hand and started shaking it furiously. "Thank you, sir!"
"Call me Joe," the manager rolled his eyes.
Sam smiled, and relaxed a little. "When do you need me, sir? How soon does my job start?"
"Very soon. As in tomorrow," Joe the manager patted his back.
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Rachel looked at the ceiling of the mall, sighing. She couldn't put a finger on it, but she was feeling something different. As if she should be worried. But there's no reason to, she thought. Sure, they needed to practice… REALLY BADLY… but she need not be worried about it too much. As long as she was there, (fine, and the others as well), the New Directions could win, should win, and would win.
Still, that annoying feeling was there; her chest felt heavy. It wasn't helping that her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen for the last half hour already.
As Rachel's head started churning, Kurt checked his phone for possible test replies from his boyfriend, and upon seeing that there were none yet, started yawning uncontrollably. "Where's Finn?"
"I don't know. Why are you asking me?" Rachel answered crankily. Kurt's eyes widened, his mouth contorting to an O. Someone's in a cranky mood, he thought. "He's your boyfriend," Kurt reasoned, an eyebrow raised. "Well he's your brother," Rachel snapped at him.
Lauren and Puck just looked at each other, before shaking their heads knowingly. Puck rolled his eyes. Lauren smirked and looked away, only to find the missing guy heading their way. "There he is," she announced.
"Where have you been?" Rachel quickly bombarded Finn with questions.
"I told you, I was in the music store," Finn answered.
"Well did you find any songs we could perform?"
"Nope," Finn shook his head.
"Then why did you have to take you so long?"
Kurt gently patted Rachel's shoulder. "Take it easy there," he said coolly. "No need to get all freaked out." Internally, though, it was he who was freaking out. Blaine had not yet replied to his last text, and Kurt was afraid he might have pushed too far. Kurt reached for his phone to check again, and at the same time his phone beeped. He held his breath as he read the message, and exhaled, relieved. I'll ask them, don't worry, Blaine's text read.
Rachel nodded slowly. "Fine. The important thing is that you're here." She loosened up and grabbed her boyfriend's arm, then rested her head at his shoulder.
"Well, should we go?" asked Finn.
"Just about time!" Puck exclaimed. "We've been waiting forever," Lauren added.
Kurt looked at them. "I'm sorry, why are you still here again?" his eyes squinted in thought.
"We're hitching a ride," Puck declared.
"I don't think there's still room…" Finn trailed, uncertain. "Unless you want to stay at the back of the truck," Rachel suggested.
Puck checked to see if Lauren was okay with it, before agreeing. "It's cool," Puck shrugged.
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Bow chika wow wow. super busy! :D