YES HANNAH. SPIN-OFF SHOW FOR THE WARBLERS! That is what I'm TALKING about! With cool!Wevid!
Well, here it is; Chapter four, and the beginning of 'The Substitute'. I'm thinking this might end up being a three parter, like the last one...hmm...
DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. Nope. Do I look like Ryan Murphy? Or FOX? Do I look anything like the FOX network? No. I do not.
Oh, yeah, and there's the whole 'Warblers' thing...*sniffles* Oh wevid...
BE WARNED: there is...like...one swear word in this chapter. Yeah. Intense, huh? :P
"Never have I ever...made out with Wes!" The circle of blazer clad boys all looked at each other; and the David blushed, lowering his hand and tossing one of his cookies into the Tupperware box in the middle. The other boys gaped at him-and Wes, blushing furiously on his right-while Avril cackled evilly.
"I knew it! I knew there must have been a time you experimented with your sexuality!" She let out another gleeful giggle, before dropping back to her seat besideBlaineand pulling a Red Vine from the packet sat before her, chewing on it happily whileBlaineshot her a look somewhere between mystified and disgusted.
"How can you eat those things? They taste like plastic." Avril stared at him, aghast, before clutching at her chest and miming an extremely dramatic death. When she had recovered from her 'death', she sat up and frowned at him.
"How can you just say something like that? Red Vines are awesome. Besides which, what kind of plastic have you been eating if it tastes like Red Vines? And where can I get some?" Blaine rolled his eyes at her words, but a fond smile crossed his lips, and he turned to watch as Jeff got to his feet for his turn.
"Never have I ever...knowingly flirted with a guy." Avril pouted and lowered her raised hand; before giggling when she was closely followed byBlaine, and about half the circle. When Jeff gaped at them all, horrified, Thad shrugged helplessly, throwing a cupcake into the tub.
"We do it to piss offBlaine; it's funny." Jeff's mouth formed a slight 'o' of comprehension, while Avril just smirked.
"AndBlainehas been openly flirting with his pretty pretty nymph for the last couple of weeks." She stated smugly; and giggled when the boy smacked her on the arm, before getting up, and shooting her an evil look. Avril paled at the malicious glint in his eyes.
"Never have I ever French kissed a girl." Most of the circle lowered their hands-with the exceptions of the other out gay guys-but they all fell silent and stared when Avril lowered a hand, tossing one of her Red Vines into the box, her face bright red. She glanced up, and her blush darkened when she saw the interested smirks on David and Wes' faces.
"I was curious, alright?" She exploded, gesturing with her hands desperately.
"I live in Francemost of the time; you can't live there and not...experiment!" A couple of the guys sniggered, and she glared at them; before burying her head in her hands whenBlaine spoke again.
"Yeah, except for the fact that Tiffany later became your step-sister, and now every conversation you have with her gets really awkward, really quickly." David almost chocked on his mouthful of coke, Wes hitting him on the back through his sniggers, while Avril just muttered 'why me' into her hands while rocking back and forth. When her phone began to blare the lyrics of Paramore's 'Fences' she jumped, before turning her eyes skyward and mouthing 'thank you', and then pulling her phone from the pocket of her jeans; and grinning at the message she found. She smirked sinisterly atBlaine, before clambering to her feet, taking her remaining Red Vines with her.
"Well, this has been lovely, boys, but I really have to go." There were a couple of protests around the circle, and she grinned, before grabbing her satchel and hanging it over a shoulder. Avril headed towards the door; before pausing and glancing back atBlaine.
"I'll tell your pretty pretty nymph you said hi, shall I cousin dearest of mine?"Blainestared after her blankly as she left, uncomprehending, before looking down at his own phone when it buzzed just as blankly while he opened the text.
Forwarded by; Avril
Hey Avril!
Been asked to cover McKinley's Glee Cub.
Want to come assist? ;)
HHx
"Shit."Blainemumbled briefly.
Kurt grinned as he watched Miss Holiday interact with his fellow New Directions, hands cupping his knee as he sat with his legs crossed. He knew he'd been right in asking her to lead Glee Club while Mr Shuester was sick; she was amazing.
Besides which, if Rachel had continued to attempt to lead the group Santana would have ended up killing her. Brutally.
Miss Holiday laughed at something Puck had said, before her eyes flickered over to meet Kurt's; at which point she grinned and winked at him, prompting his own grin to widen.
It helped that she was one of those teachers who actually seemed to care, too.
There was a sigh from beside him as someone dropping into the seat at his left, and he turned, expecting to find an annoyed Rachel prepared to have a go at him for inviting Miss Holiday to take over; only to blink in surprise when he met a pair of familiar dark eyes.
"Avril?" He asked, and she grinned at him briefly, before pulling her wet curls over a shoulder and proceeding to wring them out onto the floor.
"That's my name; French, means April, given to me because that's the month when my parents first met. How's my favourite public school boy?" Kurt blinked at her owlishly, trying to figure out what the girl was doing in his Glee Club meeting when she didn't even go to McKinley.
"Fine?" Avril grinned lightly at the question in his voice, ringing the last drops of water from her hair before pushing it back behind her shoulders.
"Well that's just wonderful. So, lovely Kurt, would you mind naming all your class mates for me? I hate not knowing people's names, and the librarian really frowns on people who aren't students looking through your school yearbooks." Kurt continued to blink at her, mystified, and she grinned briefly, bumping his shoulder with hers.
"Step out of that shocked state of mind for a moment and be practical and agreeable for me, sweet heart. Don't worry, you can go back to being delightfully confused in a moment." Kurt blushed at the pet name, prompting her to giggle softly, before pointing out his fellow New Directions.
"That's Mercedes Jones; she's wonderful, really, and a true diva. Next to her is Tina Cohen-Chang; she's sweet, and not as shy as she used to be. The boy holding her hand is Mike Chang; he really can't sing, but he's an amazing dancer. The boy in the wheelchair is Artie Abrams; he's sweet, but hangs out with Puck too much. Noah Puckerman-or Puck-is the one with the mohawk; he was in juvy not long ago, so you can understand why I've labelled him a bad influence. The cheerleader flirting with him is Santana Lopez, who's a bitch most of the time, but she has her moments. The blonde she's linked pinkies with it Brittney Pierce; she's...special. And ridiculously innocent, considering the amount of intercourse she takes part in. Finn Hudson is the really tall guy trying to coax Rachel Berry, the tiny brunette girl throwing a hissy fit, out of her seat; his dad and my mom are dating. The last cheerleader is Quinn Fabray; she had a baby last year, and the experience has mellowed her out a bit and made her nicer. And then the boy she's stood beside is Sam Evans." Avril nodded along with his words, examining the New Directions as he pointed them out; before stiffening when he mentioned Sam.
"That is not Sam Evans." She stated bluntly, and Kurt frowned at her, his earlier shock at her presence forgotten.
"Uh, yes? Yes, it is?" Avril shook her head before he even finished the first 'yes', eyes narrowed.
"Sam Evans is brunette. Sam Evans would not have let me walk into this room without tackling me yet. That is not Sam Evans." Kurt was about to put forward his theory that Sam dyed his hair, when the boy turned to look in their direction; and Avril's eyes widened, before she jumped to her feet and pointed at him threateningly.
"Sammi Evans, what the hell have you done to your hair?" She cried, vaulting the row of chairs separating her and Kurt from the chatting-well, now stunned to silence-New Directions, and striding up to Sam to tug on a lock of his hair.
Sam blinked at her, obviously confused.
"Avril?" He asked; and she ignored him, crinkling her nose as she examined his very blonde head.
"It looks like custard, Sammi. Good old fashioned Melody style custard. What were you thinking?" Sam blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, oblivious to the way his fellow glee clubbers were frowning at him and the short blonde girl.
"What are you even doing here, Avril?" He mumbled, and she rolled her eyes.
"Apart from enjoying myself immensely as I berate you for messing with what was a perfectly lovely hair colour? I'm Holly's teaching assistant for all things dramatic and sing-songy." A frown spread across Sam's face, and he tilted his head to the side slightly.
"Who?" Avril rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically, before pointing at Miss Holiday, who was leaning against the piano, smirking.
"Holly Holiday; your substitute. You know, the only person in this room with the first name 'Holly'?" Avril rolled her eyes again, setting her hands on her hips; but then she was being confronted by an angry brunette who was about an inch taller than her.
"How are you qualified to be a teaching assistant? You can't be more than the same age as us. And how can we be sure we could trust you? You...you could be a spy!" Rachel pointed at Avril threateningly, and the blonde went cross eyed as she tried to follow Rachel's finger.
"Oh, I am a spy. I'm an expert ninja spy who creeps down public high school halls while humming the mission impossible theme tune. Why you think I'd want to spy on your glee club, however, is beyond me." Sam opened his mouth to suggest exactly why she could want to spy on the club, but the glare Avril shot him was murderous, and he immediately closed his mouth before swallowing. Avril flashed the blonde boy a triumphant grin, before turning to look at Miss Holiday, clapping her hands.
"Oh! Can we play Gangsta Rap Musical Chairs? I love that game!"
Oh, hey, look at that? Only two chunks...maybe this will be three chapters!
Review this if you are reading it, please; even if it's to tell me my writing is mediocre, my OCs annoying and my plot-line shoddy. Just seeing that I have a review...it makes me explode from happiness. You readers and reviewers are what keeps us writers going. In all honesty. :)
Keariel x