Someone put up a challenge for a GleexDP crossover awhile back. I usually don't do challenges, and I'm not saying I am going to actually write this, but the idea wouldn't leave.

So, as of now, this plot bunny is adoptable. Just give me a PM.

-Phanny

The auditorium at William McKinley High was alive with music. The Glee Club, New Directions, was once again practicing for regionals - the competition that was drawing closer and closer, and so stress levels were up, and tempers were high. With the upcoming competition looming over their heads, the thirteen Glee Club member were beginning to notice everything - the slightest sharp or flat notes, a tiny stumble in choreography, any tiny, insignificant thing that they knew Vocal Adrenaline would never get wrong. Anything that would detract from perfection - and if there was anyone on earth who couldn't handle imperfection, it was Rachel Berry.

"Stop, stop!" Rachel cried, and the accompanying banned stopped playing. Will Schuester sighed from his seat in the audience.

"Something wrong, Rachel?" It wasn't really a question that needed to be asked.

"Everything is wrong!" She sighed, "I just don't think the club is doing this song justice. I mean, the Cell Block Tango is a very dramatic song - where is the passion, here? Where's the drama?"

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "I think I know where all the drama is going."

"Say what you want," Rachel huffed, "this is regionals. There are no deaf schools or halfway houses here - this is Vocal Adrenaline, the top show choir in the district - we need to win. I like to win, Mr. Schue."

Will looked at his students, and, seeing the annoyed expression on their faces, hated what he said next.

"Rachel is right," he said, "this is nothing like sectionals, and I know you all know that but…be honest, you guys are losing it here. We need to get back in the spirit of competition."

"So…what do you have in mind?" Artie asked. Tina, hovering over his shoulder, nodded and echoed his question quietly.

"I'll think of something, guys," Will assured them, "but for now…from the top."

"Wait, what?" Danny Fenton asked, bewildered. He looked at Mr. Lancer curiously.

"You heard me, Mr. Fenton. Today is the day to choose your elective class, and I see you haven't done any of that. We have required every student to have at least one elective class, or you will be assigned one."

Danny cringed. He didn't want an elective class - he needed a free period. He needed something to eliminate the guilt of going ghost hunting during school hours. If he had a free period, he could get some work done, and he wouldn't be slowly slipping past the failure radar with low C's.

"But, uh, none of these classes really…interest me. Is there some way I could get out of this? At all?" He asked blatantly. Mr. Lancer thought for a moment.

"Well, if you were involved in some sort of extracurricular activity or club, I could let it slide. Daniel, we are encouraged by the school board to help students branch out from just core classes - I know you, of all people, would want a little part of school to look forward to."

"But…" Danny's eyes scanned the office, looking at various posters for after school activities. Sports teams were out - taking away two thirds of his options - chess club too, drama club was working on a new play and currently wasn't accepting new members (it was already cast), and that left…

"Uh…" Danny winced and readied himself to lie again, "I'm in the Glee Club already." There. Good lie, Fenton.

"Really now?" Lancer looked at him suspiciously. Working with Danny, he'd learned a way to tell whether or not he was lying. His B.S. meter was going crazy at the moment. "So if I asked Ms. Gardener she'd tell me the same thing?"

Danny's stomach flipped over. Horrible lie, horrible idea. Cover up, cover up, cover up-!

"S-sure," Danny's eye twitched a little when he nodded, "would I lie to you?"

Mr. Lancer could feel a headache coming on.

"You're dismissed, Fenton. I hope you're enjoying the Glee Club."

Danny dashed out of Lancer's office, not even waiting for a pass back to class.

…How was he going to tell Sam and Tucker that he'd somehow joined the Casper High Glee Club in the span of five minutes, and that there was pretty much no way out of it?

I really wish I could've given Brittany some dialogue. She's adorable.

I love and hate Rachel at the same time.

I think Danny in a Glee Club would be interesting.

In case I didn't make this clear (which I most likely did not), Mr. Schuester's idea is to find a school to compete with without any really high stakes or consequences for losing. Guess which school he finds...?