When Katie walks into the room, she knows it's the right one immediately, because there's Kurt, waving at her, and moving his bag off of a seat to make room for her. And of course that girl from Spanish… Santana, laughing at some joke with another skinny blonde girl in a cheerleading uniform. The Dickface, who Katie has to admit is actually kind of cute, is sitting behind the two girls, and flashes what he must have intended to be a sexy grin her way when she walks in. It doesn't look very sexy. It looks kind of stupid.

Katie walks up toward Kurt and takes the seat next to him. "Katie, there you are. I want to introduce you to-"

"Blaine" Katie says, grinning.

"You two met?" Kurt asks, suddenly interested in why the two people sitting next to him are grinning like it's Christmas day.

"Yeah" says Blaine, trying to suppress a laugh, "She's in my health class. Already got in trouble on the first day."

Kurt turns towards the girl with a bemused expression. "How did you manage that?"

"Psycho teacher. Apparently she knows everything, and I know nothing. It must be true, after all, the state doesn't pay stupid people to teach sex ed. Never."

"Or health in general. It's not like you can hope for much more than that in public school though…" Blaine says this conversationally.

"My school had good health classes. Well… not that good, but they didn't teach us bullshit."

"They didn't teach us bullshit when I was in that class…?" Kurt looks confused. "We learned how to put condoms on cucumbers, and like…"

"Kurt, you had Ms. Brady for health, not Mrs. Smith. And Ms. Holliday is the one who taught us how to put condoms on cucumbers." Mercedes has interrupted the conversation. "I thought I was going to get HIV from them for ages… I didn't eat salad for like two months after that…"

Santana looks over at the group. "Did you say Ms. Smith? I had that bitch for health last year, and she hated me. She's going to assume that you're a slut for the entire year. She hates girls that are pretty, because they like… made high school miserable for her. So now she's made it her mission to make all of our lives miserable."

Katie half listens to the conversation that Kurt and Santana begin about the horrible teachers at the school, but turns to look around the room instead. As she does, a familiar figure strides into the room, plaid skirt, tights, and penny loafers rushing to get through the door just as the bell rings. The two girls lock eyes for a minute, before the dark haired girl turns and sits on the red plastic chair seated front and center. As she sits, Mr. Shuester, who Katie has not noticed until now, stand up from a stool by the front corner of the room and begins to speak.

"Hey, everyone. I hope you guys had a great summer, and welcome to a new school year. I know for most of you it's your senior year, so we'll be saying goodbye sooner than you think, but before we do that, we have a few new faces to welcome to the new directions." Mr. Shue smiles, and looks up at Katie and Blaine, sitting on either side of Kurt Hummel.

"I think all of you know Blaine. He just transferred from Dalton, and I know he'll be a great addition to the group." Blaine grins and waves and the Blonde cheerleader with Santana blows him a kiss.

"We also have a new member who moved to Lima from…" Mr. Shuester pauses, and Katie's sure it's because he doesn't know where she's from, just that it's not Ohio.

"She's from New York." Blaine brags as if he has anything to do with where Katie's from. Whisper's break out around the room, and the Brunette girl, Rachel flips her head around to look at Katie. "Really?"

"I didn't actually live IN the city… I lived in a suburb." Katie corrects.

"She could drive in by herself!" Blaine exclaims.

"Actually no… I couldn't. You have to be eighteen to drive in New York City. I could take the train in though…"

The rest of the kids in glee are varying degrees of starstruck.

"Well… I bet you haven't sung on a REAL Broadway stage. I got to sign on a stage at the Gershwin theatre! You know where-" Rachel is cut off.

"Yeah, Wicked is at the Gershwin theatre. I did one of those theatre programs a few years ago for girl scouts, where the choreographers for the show teach you a part of a number and they have a few of the actors come in and teach you songs and then everyone plays a trivia game about the show… and then gets tickets to the evening show. It doesn't really count as having sung on a Broadway stage I guess, but it was a ton of fun. I've always liked RENT better though… I was so bummed when it closed. I remember staying up all night writing angsty RENT fanfiction…"

"You're a girl scout? Seriously?"

And

"I Love RENT So Much!"

And

"What's fanfiction?"

And a number of other comments chorused through the room after Katie had finished speaking, but Mr. Shuester interrupted. "Okay, Okay, so Katie's moved here from New York… State." Mr. Shue turns to her. "I do hope you sing, because I know you told me during Spanish how they just threw you in all sorts of random electives…?"

Katie nods. "I haven't for a while. I had to pick between chorus and orchestra after middle school… so I've been playing the violin, rather than singing for three years… and I also ended up delegating myself to stage crew instead of actually being in musicals… I like being the one who gets to yell at people and tell them what to do… rather than being stressed out of my mind."

Mr. Shue smiles, "Well, I'm sure you'll do fine. And if you want to join AV club, you can always work backstage for the musical this year."

Katie nods. "That'd be really cool!"

Mr. Shue claps his hands together. "Now. It's always a tradition that new members audition, even though everyone gets in. Blaine serenaded most of us today at lunch…"

Katie leans over to Kurt and whispers, "What? When?"

"Did you eat in the cafeteria, or outside?"

"Cafeteria, with Tina and Mike."

"Blaine sang 'It's not unusual' and it was fabulous." Katie looks nervous. "Oh, don't worry. We'll take you even if you suck, and I'm sure you don't."

"…So, Katie. Would you be willing to sing for us?" Mr. Shue asks.

"I don't know what I would sing…" Katie says awkwardly, staring around her, fingers picking at a loose thread in the hem of her dress. Kurt slaps her hand lightly, and whispers "don't ruin that dress it's gorgeous."

"You were humming something really cool in autoshop today…"

Katie looks up, and over to Puck. "You really paid attention to what I was humming? As far as I could tell you were too mesmerized by my chest to notice anything else going on in that classroom."

The two cheerleaders start to laugh, and Puck tenses up. "I can multitask. You were humming something from that movie Rachel made me watch one time. The one with the girls in jail… with that kick ass tango scene?"

"Chicago?" Rachel's voice rings out.

"I was humming, 'All that Jazz'" Katie admits. "But it's a little low for my range… easier to hum."

"Try it," says Mr. Shue. "We won't judge."

Katie get sup and begins to walk towards the front of the room. "You will. Because if I don't sing well, I'll try and start dancing instead… and I pretty much suck at dancing… You WILL judge." Katie looks down at the guy who's suddenly, and conveniently, seated at the shining black piano. "Does he need sheet music or anything?"

"Don't worry. He'll play the song. He knows it." Mr. Shue tells her.

Katie nods to the piano man, and Mr. Shue returns to his corner to watch. The first few notes play, and Katie stares at the floor, one hand on her hip, and one hanging down by her thigh. And then she tips her head up, and starts to sing. She looks straight in front of her, because that's the first plays her eyes hit and focus on, and she doesn't want to blow this because of nerves. The guy right in front of her fidgets uncomfortably while she starts to sing.

"Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town

and all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

and roll my stockings down

and all that jazz"

Her voice feels strange, and it's weird to sing in front of an actual audience, instead of a shower head, but she takes that weirdness, and she decides to fuck it and just do whatever. Making a fool of yourself isn't so bad. Katie finds herself walking towards the awkward boy, singing to him, leaning down, and almost whispering "all that jazz, into his ear, before snapping up and strutting away. Rachel looks like she's about to kill Katie, and she briefly wonders if the awkward boy is her boyfriend or secret crush or something. Whatever.

"Start the car I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

but the piano's hot!

It's justy a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz"

On the last word, everyone comes in, in perfect harmony like they do in the musical, and all Katie can think is, 'my god this school is weird' as she half dances, half struts over to Puck, and wishes she was wearing heels, because it would make this perfect.

"Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz

I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that Jazz

Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

I case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do that"

And then Rachel Berry comes in to sing the long high note that belongs to Roxie in the musical, and Katies face is contorted with annoyance, because "That brunette bitch just stole that note. I was going to ace that note!" so she belts out the next verse as the rest of the glee club joins in with the accompaniment, and she has to keep herself from dancing, because she really, really will look like an idiot if she tries. She doesn't think she can pull of sexy 20's murderess… It's just not her.

"Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you luck Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

to all that jazz?"

And Katie really feels like she's on top of the world while she sings and this feels SO right, and why on earth has she been playing the fuckign violin for three fucking years when she could have been singing.

And then Rachel steals the line again.

"Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that Jazz!"

Katie Steps up to the now standing Rachel, and hopes that maybe the fact that she's a full four inches taller will make this bitch shut up and listen. And she belts out,

"Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that Jazz!"

And then they're both together, both harmonizing, both glaring daggers at one another.

"Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle"

And then the club is in singing again,

"If she hears her baby's queer"

Rachel holds up a hand- "For All"

Katie sings over the brunette "That"

And then the two grab each others' arms and belt out the word "jazz" together, Katie can feel nails biting in her skin but it just pushes her harder, to a crescendo, and then the room is silent. And then full of applause.

"I think you made it Bitchface" Santana shouts across the room, and Santana may have just called her a bitch, but she's smiling. Rachel is silent, and really does look like she belongs on married murderess row.