I decided I was gonna introduce all the characters first before getting them all in a linear storyline. All this happens on the first day. At different points, but the same day.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Homestuck

Santana growled as she sank into her seat. She didn't want to be wasting her time here. She'd rather be skipping class in the bathroom giving Brittany sweet lady kisses. A scowl crossed her face at the time lost as the student began filling the room. She hated school and its system was stupid. She blew a bubble with the pink gum she had been chewing. It deflated quickly, which confused Santana since Brittany always told her she was the best at blowing bubble.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, sugar lips, but that's kind of disgusting," a voice purred as the owner plopped down in the chair next to her. Her eyes were wide and a wild, cerulean shade of blue. Her moppy black hair was pulled into a tame ponytail, with a few locks of hair falling in her face stylishly. Santana popped her gum loudly.

"Good morning to you too, bitch. What's caught up your ass?" Santana snorted, not amused at all by the flippant nature of this new girl. She was the only one allowed to act like that around here, and she wanted to be treated with the respect she knew she deserved. The other only scoffed and smiled at her, the blue-hued lipstick (seriously? Blue lipstick?) stretching nicely over her full lips.

"More than you're getting up yours," she responded, giving Santana a flash of her wild eyes, only partially tamed by the thin-rimmed. "Look, I've got lots of irons in the fire that are waaaaaaaay too complicated for your tiny, one-tracked brain to understand, so do us all a favor and shut your protein chute and wriggle your way back to the hole of embarrassment and failure you came from."

Santana stared incredulously at her. Had she had no idea who she was?

"You got some balls, but I'm head bitch here so it's gonna take more than some poorly slathered comments to get to me. I'm Santana, it'd be wise to remember it," she said, leaning back in her chair and propping her feet on the desk.

The bell sounded loudly and the teacher still had yet to come in. The students that were unfortunate enough to sit within explosive proximity of the two were clutching their belongings in case they would have to scramble for safer distance. Both girls couldn't help but inwardly smirk at the show of how submissive the others around them were.

"And I'm not amused. I don't want your title. I just want to get the hell out of this trash heap of a city and potentially make losers' lives more miserable and useless then they've already seemed to make them," she shrugged, opening her notebook and doodling pictures of spiders. What beautiful creatures. No one completely admired and respected them as much as they deserved.

"Well, you and I both. But just to let you know, the losers at this school are so pitiful, you may as not even bother with the lot of 'em."

The other curled her lips in distaste. It would really suck if they were all that pitiful. The mess of buckets being filled to the brim with pity would just be undesirable and disgusting. She was brought from her haze when Santana jabbed a finger over to one of their classmates. It was Finn.

"Like him. You can't talk more than a sentence a minute or he gives you a confused look that only makes it look like he has gas," she said, blowing another gum bubble.

So Santana pitied the stupid. It was a thought that never crossed the blue-eyed girl. What low standards. Not really competition worthy. "Heh, well you must be pretty bright. Stay out of my way, and we might get along Santana," she said with a smirk, showing her sharp canines.

"Whatever, spider bitch." Santana hadn't overlooked the doodles she saw the other scribbling into her notebook. The other's face fell into a scowl.

"My name's Vriska. Don't call me spider bitch."

Dave wandered the halls, his hands tucked into his pocket. He didn't care if it was the first day of school and he was already skipping class. He definitely wasn't going to a dumb keyboarding class, required or not. He knew he could smoke the other students like sausage when it came to typing. Facing imps and other disastrous apocalypse related situations while chatting with multiple alternate Daves, crazy trolls, his weird slime sister, and best friends was hard work and only those with the most deft of fingers could balance everything. He was broken from his reverie when he spotted a Mohawk and he snorted. He opened his mouth to speak to the figure in his peripheral view. What was Tavros doing skipping class? He then realized that it was a stranger, and not his crippled friend. Mainly from the lack of…crippleness. Dave Strider's eyesight had never been that good. He gave him a nod as he approached the other, who was obviously skipping class.

"You do know you don't have to wear sunglasses inside, right?" the other chuckled, slowing to a stop in front of him.

"You know Mohawks went in style as soon as whatever bird-brain let them be in style?" he replied flawlessly, not missing a beat. The other shrugged. In younger days he might have cornered this little blonde kid and given him a beating for saying something like that "Don't get caught by any teachers, kiddo," Dave added, knowing full well that this guy may be older than him, he sure was taller than him. He patted him on the shoulder, about to leave until the other started talking.

"Don't need to," he started, "there's a bathroom at the end of this hall that teachers barely give a fuck to check on. You can do pretty much anything in there," the other shrugged. Dave raised an eyebrow in interest and the man with the Mohawk jerked his head in a notion to follow him. Dave did so.

"You new here?" Dave nodded in response.

"I'm from Texas. Name's Dave," he responded.

"I could tell. I'm Noah, but everyone calls me Puck," he said, running a hand through his moppy Mohawk. It did actually remind Dave of Tavros.

"Yeah, not trying too hard to hide the accent," Dave said as they waltzed into the bathroom greeted by a less than appropriate scene. Puck's hands flew up to his eyes and he about faced.

"Dude! Kurt! Ave some dignity, man!" he screeched.

It wasn't too much of a scene, they were just kissing, yeah maybe all over each other's neck and their shirts were leaning towards being pulled off by the other or completely torn off by the other. However, the boy who was apparently Kurt flushed and scrambled away from the other mussed man. Both of their lips were red and swollen from their intense, sloppy makeout session. The other man sighed, looking down and running a hand through his gelled locks.

"Sorry," they mumbled.

"It's cool, but some people aren't very open to two guys frotting it out in the bathroom," Puck said, tapping Kurt's forehead as if the motion would make him remember. Said boy sputtered and blushed harder.

"W-we were not frotting it out!" he said horrified. His boyfriend gave a shaky laugh, still obviously out of breath. Puck looked over to him. "Well Blaine, I didn't think you'd be up for skipping class to do the dirty in the bathroom," Puck grinned, glancing at the other man. Dave cleared his throat as he went unnoticed and three pairs of eyes were on him, all wearing the same frightened expression.

"Oh no, plea-"

Dave threw his hands up in defense.

"Chill bros. It doesn't bother me, if that what you're about to lose your shit about," he said, effectively calming the mood and releasing the tension. "What class you skipping?" Dave asked, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses and jumping onto the sink, his back facing the mirror. Kurt had turned and primped himself up.

"Etymology, it is such a bore," he answered, adjusting his perfectly coiffed hair. Dave would ask how many gallons of gel would it take to get it to his preferred style, but two things prevented him from doing so. One was the fact that the Blaine kid seemed to actually be the one with a hair gel problem, and the second being the fact that as soon as Kurt opened his mouth, Dave was stupefied. Such high pitch.

"Woah dude. Have you even hit puberty? Scratch that. Have you ever even envisioned nearing the milestone called puberty? I think we may need to call the middle school because they're missing a 6th grader," Dave said, brushing a hand through his own hair.

Kurt huffed and spun around to glare at him. The other two boys were trying desperately to hide their snickers.

"I have indeed hit puberty thank you very much," he snapped. A faint smile crossed Dave's lips.

"And sassy. You're pretty out there man."

The other folded his arms and shifted his weight on one hip. "Yes, well, Blaine and I are pretty out," he drawled, glancing over his shoulder to the other and smiling lightly.

"Really? I couldn't tell." Dave rolled his cherry red irises behind his sunglasses. "But I guess I respect you dudes, you've got balls," he shrugged before pulling out his cell phone.

"Really? I couldn't tell," came his reply.

"Haha so funny I'm dying over here. Help, I'm busting my gut and I can't stop," he answered flippantly while texting his friend.

yo bro i just walked in on two dudes hitting it off in the bathroom

youre in your element here bro

He sent the text message to a certain buck-toothed nerd that he called his best friend and pocketed his phone.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" Blaine asked, straightening the fabric of his polo when he finally realized it was disheveled.

"Why are you wearing a holiday bowtie in August?" Dave retorted, leaning against the mirror and propping his legs up on the edge of the sink. Puck snorted before chuckling and Kurt grinned at a pouting Blaine.

"Told you the Christmas trees were a bit much," he said, kissing his cheek.

The day had pretty much just started and Jade Harley wasn't even having a good one. She could cope cope with the new sensation of being surrounded by so many people at one time who weren't Prospitians or those of Derse, and she could also deal with the fact that a few of the jocks had poked fun at her, calling her a nerd. But she wasn't so happy when police and teachers man-handled her for her gun. She didn't know what was so wrong. Her grandfather and Bec always taught her to always be prepared. When questioned she explained that she lived on an island only raised by a dog, they started to believe that she really meant no harm with the gun, and that she also might have needed some help. She might have told them that Bec was her dog guardian that was able to evade her bullets and teleport her out of harms way. The doe-eyed guidance counselor nearly fainted before being assigned to check on Jade twice every week to make sure she wasn't a little crazy. She apologized profusely, saying she would have never brought a gun if she thought it was a problem. However, she was still upset over the loss of it. Her grandpa Jake materialized it just for her! A sigh escaped her lips as she trudged through the halls. In her haze, she didn't see the brunette in front of her and ran into the other body.

"Oh sorry! Hehe! I wasn't paying attention," Jade said flustered. The other grinned at her and waved her hand dismissivly.

"It's fine! My name is Rachel Berry, by the way. Are you new to McKinley? I've never seen you around. I've been here a long time and I try to talk to everyone and learn a little bit who they are so that's it's like a tight knit community. What's your name?" She suddenly gasped and continued before giving Jade any more time to answer. "Can you sing? You look like a girl who most would haven't expected much of but you secretly have a beautiful voice and you blow everyone away! Well, except me, because I'm the best."

When she finished, Jade's emerald eyes were wide. She couldn't believe anyone could talk so fast. Let alone saying so much without breathing! And she was actually kinda pretty. And she was the first one to start talking to her without calling her a nerd. She opened her mouth to respond to her.

"I like your sweater," she choked out. It was honest, but it wasn't what Jade wanted to say. She wanted to say something like "how do you talk that fast?" or "is your hair naturally brown like that?" or "wow, you're the first person that hasn't called me a mean name since I got to this school!" But there were puppies on Rachel's sweater and they were super cute. You could never go wrong with puppies. Rachel's smile grew wider.

"Really?"

Jade nodded and clapped her hands together. "Do you always wear such cute sweaters?"

Rachel teared up and hugged her before dramatically wiping her eyes and nodding.

"Can you sing? Please tell me you can sing," she begged, tugging Jade's arm. Jade smiled.

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

Yes, Jade Harley could sing. No one really knew seeing as she grew up on an isolated island and nobody ever heard her.

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
from a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

Rachel's jaw was on the floor.

"You have, have, have, to join the New Directions!" she cheered, jumping up and down happily and dragging the islander to the empty sign up sheet. "We meet after school every Tuesday and Thursday, but you need to come after school today for auditions. It'll be so much fun!" and while Rachel babbled, Jade had an inkling that she was signing her life away.

"Movve it," said a distinctly distasteful voice. The bearer pushed past the students to the sign up board to look at all the clubs. Jade sighed.

"What do you want, Eridan?" Jade asked exasperated at the taller boy as she turned to glare into his purple eyes.

"I'm signin' up for a club a' course," he said, wrinkling his nose, his thick glasses shifting slightly. "Is there a theater club?" His narrowed eyes scanned the board viciously. Rachel muttered a soft 'no', but it went unheard. She cleared her throat.

"Our school's glee club usually puts on the school play each year. Outside of that we dance and sing," Rachel said smiling, Eridan's intimidation obviously getting to her, however, she knew she'd be much more popular if she could get people to join the New Directions this year. Eridan scoffed.

"Wwhen are auditions?" he asked, flicking his wrist as he printed his name elegantly. Rachel jumped and squealed for joy. Jade only sighed.

"Today after school," she said after collecting her wits.

"If it fucks with swimmin' then I'm out," he said as he strutted away, his lank and fashionable figure looming tall over the others. Rachel leaned over to Jade after he was out of hearing range.

"What's his deal?" she mumbled. Jade shook her head.

"I wish anyone knew."

Equius could feel the sweat drip from his face due to his nervousness. He felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb; the people he knew from the game all had creamy skin tones while his was chocolate. He had survived the day without incident, nothing broke when he touched it, and he intimidated his peers. Intimidation was such a strong and helpful force to have on your side. He and Nepeta shared many classes together, however, this was one of the few times he wished he didn't associate with her. She was dancing on a lunch table with a man who looked to be of her same ethnicity (he thinks he recalled Dave calling them 'asians'. The race looked respectable enough.). He told her many times that standing on the table was no way for a high-classed lady to act before she was up on the table and unstoppable. The other man had brought a boombox and had begun the dancing when Nepeta jumped in. They were good; Equius had to give them that. They moved as if they practiced constantly, however, Equius had a trained eye from watching Nepeta dance so many times before and he could spot all the slip-ups. As much as he would love to watch Nepeta dance, they were drawing attention.

Lots of attention.

They were circled as they gave the most elaborate dance moves and showcased their talent. He was about to open his mouth and call towards Nepeta when a third girl joined them. With a quick introduction from the man ("Give it up for Brittany!"), they were all in line and dancing rhythmically. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and she danced just a flawlessly as the other two. It was quite the spectacle. Equius then felt a hand on his arm and looked down to see a familiar pale face. A face that always gave him butterflies in his stomach.

"What's happening?" she asked, nodding over to Nepeta and her new friends.

"Nepeta has once again broken away from me and has associated herself with those rifrafs," Equius grumbled, his highly articulate English cutting through the low growl. He had made sure to pour over the language as much as he could, learning every intricacy to 100%. Aradia looked over to where they were finishing up with bright eyes.

"She looks like she's having fun," Aradia humed, bright with excitement. Equius grinned sheepishly at her and mumbled "yes" back to her. He had never seen her like this before he died back in the Veil. He had died before he saw her change of heart. The black feelings he was feeling for her quickly flipped to those of more flushed colors when he saw the pure emotion in her expression after being ejected from the game. It was a breath of fresh air.

"Eeeeeeequuiiiiiuuussss~!" a high-pitched, sing-song voice called.

Equius turned around to have Nepeta give him a crushing bear hug. Many people judged her for her small size, but she was really strong. A true dancer's body.

"Mike said that I could join their glee club because I can dance! Can I join~?" she asked, her lips curling in an adorable and irresistible was. Although Nepeta didn't have to, she still asked Equius's permission for some things, seeing as his opinion weighed heavily on his choices.

"Nepeta, last I heard, a glee club was a form of choir," Aradia said gently as Mike and the blonde came trotting over.

Equius winced. If any soul had ears less strong than his, they would be a crippled heap by Nepeta's singing voice. Terrible couldn't even begin to cover it. Nepeta looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Oh well that's okay! Mike lip synchs the entire time because he can't sing either," Brittany said, wiping sweat from her bro.

"Then I believe that is acceptable. However, I thought we discussed that you need not my opinion to make my decisions," Equius reminded. Nepeta rolled her eyes.

"Yes, but I would purr-fur if you accepted it!"

"Cat puns, darling," Aradia reprimanded.

They had all been trying to rid of their speech quirks since they weren't normal on Earth. Sollux couldn't help his lisp that returned upon being ejected from the game, but they were all trying. Nepeta bit her tongue when she thought back on her words.

"Great! We meet after school Tuesdays and Thursdays! I'll tell Mr. Shue about it," mike said, slinging his arm around Nepeta's shoulder. Equius's frame went frigid and Aradia had to wrap her arms around one of his to remind him that it was alright. Brittany suddenly gaped and tugged Mike.

"It's the troll, Mike!" she said, pointing behind their little group.

Nepeta, Equius, and Aradia visibly paled before slowly turning to the object of Brittany's fascination. They couldn't let their secret get out. If anyone even believed them, their galaxy might be in danger. If they didn't, then Rose assured them they'd be put in a mental institution or given therapeutic sessions at the least. Karkat was fuming, walking over to their direction, John trailing behind him, attempting to console him.

"Look here," he snarled, turning around to face John. "I don't care if Strider meant anything about it or not. I've read about what this place in like and letting this dribble that your so-called friend spews into your think pan is only going to get us hurt! Do you think we stand a chance against guys bigger and taller than Equius and Gamzee put together?" he hissed, pointing over to do the darker boy. John only chewed his bottom lip nervously. "I said I was sorry."

Equius stepped in.

"Pardon my intrusion, but you two are not being hassled, are you?" he asked, calmly looking between the two. They were still, more or less, the leaders of their little group.

Karkat turned his fiery glare to the taller man, his crimson irises alight with a flood of emotions.

"Not yet! But John's making sure we don't live past our senior year!" Karkat shouted as he stormed off. John didn't even follow him.

"Might I ask what that was about?" Aradia asked, turning to look at John. He only shook his head and sighed.

"See? He's a troll…" Brittany mumbled. When she did, she broke the silence. John visibly stiffened and glared at the three who used to be trolls.

"W-why do you say that?" he nervously asked, lightly giggling.

"Because he's short and he's always yelling and insulting people a lot like trolls on the internet do. And his hair and eyes are weird."

Mike rolled his eyes responded. "Don't worry, Britt says weird stuff all the time. You get used to it."

The four others breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't remember the last time she was surrounded by so many people. Yes, she may have towered over them and multiple eyes seemed to stare at her, she didn't mind. She was glad to be part of a large crowd. Her many bracelets clinked against themselves as she stepped and she gratefully thanked Kanaya in her mind for picking out an outfit that went with her mass of bracelets. And also for convincing her to wear heels. The click was satisfying to the tall, slightly tanned girl. It reminded her of waves lapping at the sea.

Yes, Feferi Peixes could say she was happy the way things turned out. Everything had been so exciting! But now, she had to find where sign ups for the swim club were. Eridan had texted her (this school has enough class to havve a swwim club and im joinin) and now she was bouncing with excitement. She was having trouble finding the sign up sheet though. She scanned the halls for anyone who seemed approachable and knowledgeable on what she needed. Suddenly, she spotted someone. He looked like a little guppy! Except bigger, and if Feferi knew anything, fish and people resembling fish (except Eridan) were usually really nice.

"Hey there! I'm Feferi! What's your name?" she asked as she neared the boy. He gaped at her. Feferi giggled.

"You look fish hooked silly! I asked what your name was," she said, smiling at him. She even patted his cheek. Yeah, she'd have to cut back on physical affection with strangers. Said stranger blushed and scratched the back of his head before clearing his throat.

'Sam Evans," he said, looking down at his feet.

"Well hey Sam! I wanted to know if you knew where I could sign up for the swim team!"

Sam looked into her magenta eyes and smiled.

"You wanna join the swim team?" Feferi nodded in response.

"I swam a-LOT back at my hive!" she exclaimed. She saw the furrow in his brow and realized what she said. "House!" she corrected. "Back at home," she repeated. Sam only smiled.

"Yeah, follow me. There's really not a sign up sheet on the board. Coach isn't too keen on letting just anyone in." Feferi brightened.

"You swim~?" she asked. Something she could talk about!

"Yep. Wait. You do know it's synchronized swimming, right?" he asked, shifting his bad on his shoulder. Feferi gave him a shrug of her shoulders.

"As long as I can be in the water, that's fine. I don't have a trout it will still be fun!" she chirped, walking alongside Sam happily.

"Trout…?"

"Doubt! Doubt not trout! Heehee, sorry, I have a fish pun problem," she said, rubbing the back of her neck and blushing in embarrassment.

"That's cute," he said, nudging her shoulder. She smiled.

The flooring changed and they were met with the bitter scent of chlorine. When she came to Earth, she was appalled with the fact pools were chlorinated. It burned, tasted bad, and dried her skin out. She hummed "Under the Sea" as they stepped through the glass doors and were met with the pool. Feferi could feel the excitement tingle in her body, running down her spine. The Little Mermaid had become one of her favorite movies when John showed it to her. He said that she might like it, and he was right. Feferi desperately believed Ariel existed somewhere. If she and Eridan lived under water on Alternia, why couldn't there be more people like that on Earth? Rose had only given her a questioning look. But as Feferi was along the length of the pool with Sam slightly guiding her, she really wished that she could get her fins and gills back. She desired so much to live under the water. It was hard. It was hard and no one understood.

"Wait, you sing?" Sam asked, but the sharp tone of a whistle ceased any further conversation.

"We've got a lot of new kids this year."

"I'm the best one right?"

A chaste kiss followed by giggles and a roll of the eyes. "Obviously."

Kurt was sitting on the desk, his feet resting on either side of Blaine's hips on the chair that he was sitting it, comfortably nestled between Kurt's legs. It was study hall, but the teacher didn't show so the few other students in the class just ditched. It was the last class, so why not go home early? Kurt and Blaine decided to stay behind. Glee club had to meet to listen to auditions anyways and after some time at the Lima Bean, they usually didn't see each other. Although, Blaine transferring to McKinley would definitely change things. But they were still grateful for the extra hour and a half together.

"Have you talked to any of them?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow at the question. "Any of the new kids," Blaine elaborated, leaning on Kurt's calf beside him.

"Yeah. These two girls and then of course Dave, since he came into the bathroom with Puck and all," he said, coloring slightly at the memory. It couldn't have gone unnoticed because Blaine, even though he had closed his eyes and was situated comfortably in the chair, chuckled lightly. "Two girls?"

"Yeah, they were actually very pretty and obviously knew their designers, too," came the response. Kurt felt a hand rubbing circles on his ankle.

"You aren't switching teams on me are you?" A smirk accompanied the question, but Kurt still rolled his eyes and smiled.

"I wouldn't dare. I've got my back against the wall trying to control my feelings for you," Kurt replied, fingers curling through gelled locks. He didn't know when he put his hand in Blaine's hair, but it didn't really matter. He received a hum in content.

"I think we could have that situation arranged," Blaine purred, leaning closer to Kurt's face and puckering his lips a bit.

Kurt indulged his boyfriend and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, closing his eyes as warm lips met his. Blaine sighed happily when he felt the other's resolve slip. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him a bit closer and parting his lips as he felt Blaine's tongue swipe across them. Once he was granted entrance, the two began exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Kurt could taste the faint remnants of Blaine's lunch as their tongues slid together. He moaned lightly in the kiss.

This was good.

Blaine's hands slipped under Kurt's shirt and he began tickling the creamy skin there, elicting a gentle giggle from the other that made Blaine's heart melt. He broke their kiss and began peppering Kurt's face and nips with soft kisses and nips. The other boy gasped as Blaine lightly sucked a particular spot at the base of his neck where it met his collar bone. Thank whatever god that he wore a V-neck today.

"Mmm…Blaine, s-someone might come in…" Kurt mumbled; his voice wavered as he spoke.

Blaine gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled brightly. "Yeah, that'd be two times in one day."

So how'd you like~? they got a bit shorter at the end, but I'm working hard to fit in all the characters. And I added some Klaine there in the end~!

I'm simply so excited that The Land Of Stories's cover came out today~! Yay for Chris! I can't wait for July 17th when it come out! He's just a magnificent guy.