Rated T for offensive language, mild sex themes, scattered violence, offensive nicknames, and drama.

I'll post author's notes at the end of every chapter.

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Alyssa decided she had enough after months of observing all the Glee girls with their boyfriends, so she took a deep breath, composed herself, and said, "I have a question for the guys… do any of you think I'm pretty?"

There was an awkward silence in the Glee classroom. Not one boy said a word. Alyssa nodded, and turned to Mr. Schue. "I've made my decision. I'm quitting Glee, and joining the Cheerios. Maybe Coach Sylvester will appreciate me more than anyone in here does."

"Alyssa," Mr. Schue tried to stop her, but she was out the door.

"Great," Tina said, turning to Mike. "This is what I didn't want to happen."

Quinn shook her head. She wanted to follow her out and talk to her, but she figured it wouldn't do anything.

Alyssa took in the spring heat as she stepped onto the crowded field and felt the slight breeze under her short Cheerios skirt. It was a much different atmosphere. She was used to cool auditoriums and creative, flamboyant people. Not people that were more physical than mental. As intimidated by overly dramatic divas like Rachel Berry as she was, she had to admit that it was judgmental athletes that scared her most. She looked over at the other cheerleaders like Riley and Tristan, all gossiping amongst themselves with so much energy she could have sworn that they'd just drunken fifteen gallons of caffeine.

"Good decision, quittin' Glee." Azimio lifted his hand and offered a high five, so Alyssa gave him one.

"Thanks," she said cautiously. She waited until Azimio was a few steps away before saying, "Hey Karofsky."

Karofsky turned. He snorted. "Did you just speak to me?"

Alyssa nodded. She clenched her fists around her pompoms. "Stay away from Kurt."

"You like him, don't you?" Karofsky chuckled, coming back over and towering over her. "Lemme tell you something, bitch. I may be 'dating' Riley, but you, I, Hummel, and his butt buddy Bland all know that his sweet ass is mine. I don't mind hitting a girl. If you say anything about this to anyone, or you try to mess me up with Kurt, I will beat you senseless. You got me?"

Alyssa didn't back down. "Yeah, I got you."

"Good." Karofsky smiled. "I'm glad we had this talk. I don't think we've ever had a proper introduction. Now I know we didn't need it. I'm glad I finally got to tell you the way I run things around here. Welcome to my world, sister."

Alyssa scowled as Karofsky walked away to meet up with his best friend.

Then she was approached by Sue Sylvester. "What are you doing standing here by yourself? What, are you a leper? Are the rest of my Cheerios not good enough for you?"

"N-no. That's not what I was thinking, Coach," Alyssa stammered. Coach Sylvester wasn't easy to approach like Mr. Schuester. "I was just thinking about something."

"Less thinking, more socializing," Sue snapped. "I gave you this opportunity so that you would be able to see what life is like for a champion. Not for sad, pathetic Glee Club kids. If you want to stay on my squad, you'd better drop the Plain Jane image, and transform into a siren. I thought Schuester would have taught you something worth while; turned you into a star. You've been a Cheerio for almost five weeks, and you haven't made one friend. And you can't get by just doing cartwheels and round offs. I need to see some back flips and high kicks."

"I've been trying, Coach," Alyssa promised. "It's just… really hard."

"You think that's hard?" Sue asked. "I'm at work with Swine Flu. That's hard."

Alyssa made a face, and then Sue shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

Practice ended. All the boys went to their locker room, and all the girls went to theirs.

"Have you had sex with Dave?" Alyssa overheard Tristan asking Riley.

"No. And I can't say I'm too upset about it," Riley replied honestly. "He's kind of a douche. The only reason I'm dating him is because he's on the football team, and he was prom king last year. Being with him has given me a huge coolness injection. I'm just glad he's not a Bully Whip anymore. That was totally lame. I wouldn't be dating him if he was."

"Has he never shown any interest in having sex?" Tristan asked curiously.

"Yeah," Riley said. "Sometimes when we're with a group of friends and someone starts saying innuendos and talking about doing it, he looks real uncomfortable. Especially when Zach asks him if he and I have hit the sack yet. Last night I told him he could touch my breasts if he really, desperately wanted to, and he said he would pass. What a freak."

He's not gonna touch you because he likes boys, Alyssa thought to herself.

A few minutes later, Santana entered the locker room with her arms crossed.

"What are you doing here?" Riley asked her, making a face. "You're not a Cheerio."

"I used to be," Santana reminded her, and tried not to look at several girls that were currently changing clothes around her. "I'm here to talk to Alyssa. I want her back in Glee."

"She should be glad she's not in Glee anymore," Riley scoffed. "She's not cool yet, but by being on the Cheerios she's making some progress."

"What is it, Santana?" Alyssa asked, and Santana turned to see Alyssa in her bra and underwear. The brunette grabbed her jeans and pulled them up slowly, whipping her brown ponytail out of her eyes. Santana looked away from Alyssa's breasts and up at her eyes.

"You heard me," she said, blushing. "I want to talk to you about Glee."

Alyssa shrugged and put her shirt on. "Then talk."

Santana walked over to her, and waited a moment for Tristan and Riley to leave the area and go to the showers. Santana whispered, "You still haven't gotten a boyfriend –"

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Not that it really matters, but I'm not a lesbian, Santana. I've already told you that before. I guess I'm not exactly a girly-girl, but that doesn't mean I'm playing for the other team."

"I am," Santana said very quietly. "I just want to be with someone."

Alyssa's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at the Latina before her with the most understanding expression she could. "I understand that you're lonely, Santana. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm interested in boys. I'm straight, and I can't change that."

"Fine. Whatever." Santana scowled. "I thought there was a chance that there was someone else like me, but I guess not."

"I already told you," Alyssa reminded her, and she walked away quickly so that she didn't have to see Santana get even more mad. Santana stood there for ten minutes, crying. Not about Alyssa. She didn't matter that much. Just about the hopelessness of her orientation.

"Santana?" said the voice of an angel. Brittany ran into the locker room, and wrapped her arms around her best friend. "I thought I'd find you here. I ran into Alyssa. She told me everything." She's already so quick to tell everyone, Santana thought bitterly to herself, but then she realized she deserved it. It didn't matter that Brittany knew. She'd known for a while now. But now everyone in Glee was going to get an earful. But Santana really did deserve it, after having told Kurt about Alyssa getting kissed by Blaine. "She doesn't deserve you."

"I don't deserve anyone," Santana sobbed, trying to pull free from her dream girl.

"That's not true," Brittany disagreed, shaking her head.

"Yes it is!" Santana snapped. "You love Artie. And ever since you started dating him, I've been nothing but the other option. Something to fall back on when he made a mistake. You don't belong with the four-eyed loser, Britt. He wants that Asian girl, and I want you. I knew Alyssa was straight. I made a stupid choice by coming here. I feel like an idiot."

"You know what? That's it," Brittany decided. "I'm gonna break up with Artie. You're right. I love him, but I love you more. Now it won't matter if everyone finds out you're Lebanese because at least you'll have me."

Santana felt like collapsing. "Are - are you serious? Y-you're really gonna do that?"

"Of course I am," Brittany said, giving her another hug. "You don't need to be scared anymore. I'm gonna be your knight with the shining arm, and you'll be my princess."

Santana smiled. Brittany was so cute. "You are the best person I've ever known."

Brittany smiled back, and the two of them left the locker room holding hands. They didn't care that half of the cheerleaders were staring at them… in disgust.

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Over in the boys locker room, Sam was washing his hair in the shower. He thought about everything that happened that day. He thought about having lunch with Mercedes. He thought about Glee Club. He thought about football. He thought about simple things, the way most boys did. And despite the fact that the water felt good and hot, Sam had a cold feeling inside his body. A cold feeling of discomfort, like he knew something bad was gonna happen. He couldn't shake the nasty feeling, and a shiver came over him when he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. His tan, muscled body and blond hair were wet and shiny, and he walked out of the shower room and over to his locker and the rest of the guys.

"Chill, dude," he said, patting Puck on the back. "You did not screw up that play."

"Thanks, but, yes I did," Puck chuckled. "We're never gonna win next week's game if I continue working that field like a ballerina. And Lauren promised she'd take me out for dinner if we win, so we'd better."

Sam laughed, and opened his locker. He suddenly felt tense, so he let out a groan and massaged his neck. He shook his head, allowing several water droplets to fly from his blond hair. And then, he felt eyes lingering on his shiny torso. He turned around and saw Karofsky.

"What are you looking at?" Sam asked curiously when the bully refused to turn away.

Dave panicked and turned away after he was spoken to. He pretended he hadn't been spoken to, and continued to change into his regular clothes. Sam felt violated. Usually things went right over his head; he never analyzed anything. Dave staring at him could have been nothing. But Sam began to put the puzzle pieces together: Dave refused to have a physical relationship with his girlfriend. Dave stalked and bullied the hell out of Kurt. Dave was always whining about gay people. Dave always seemed to be staring at him. Dave might be gay. Sam didn't really mind when Kurt ogled at him, but the thought of Dave doing it made him extremely uncomfortable. At one point, Sam once had a bruised face to prove what Dave was capable of.

"You were looking at me, weren't you?" Sam asked, his heart racing in his chest.

Karofsky finally looked at Sam and scoffed. "You aren't talking to me, are you? 'Cause you'd better not be, Glee boy. If you are, the Fury will bash your face the way he did last year."

"You think I don't know what's going on in your head?" Sam growled.

Puck, Mike, Artie, Bryce, Trey, and Azimio all looked up at them, startled to hear what was being said. Dave felt really awkward right now. "You don't know anything about me."

"Stare all you want," Sam said darkly. "Just don't touch me."

Dave slammed his locker shut, and slowly approached Sam in a predatory fashion. Sam panicked, grabbed his shirt from his own locker, and put it on. His towel fell down, and he bent over quickly to grab it. Then he covered himself again. Dave smiled and got very close to the blonds' face. "Stay away from me," Sam said, his voice breaking a little. He remembered the damage Karofsky had done to his face a year prior, and knew he could do worse.

"Hey! Karofsky!" Finn yelled, and Dave turned around and frowned at him.

"I didn't do anything!" he snapped. "Your buddy here is a freak! Probably likes me!"

Sam made a face, and Puck laughed out loud. "Are you crazy, Fury?"

"Why not?" Dave said, turning to look at him. "After all, you're all in Glee. I bet every single one of you is gay!"

"You're always so concerned about being gay," Mike pointed out, and Artie nodded.

"Hey, watch it," Dave growled, giving Mike an evil glare.

"Why is that, Karofsky?" Trey was curious to know.

"Well?" Bryce said loudly when Dave didn't answer.

"Because we're surrounded by all you fags all the time!" Azimio came to his best friend's rescue. "You're all leering at us in our locker room, and it's freaking creepy!"

"You've got to be kidding me," Finn said, shaking his hand. "There's only one gay person in this locker room, and he's the one person you would never guess."

"So it's the fag with the Mohawk, isn't it?" Azimio said, turning to Puck - the last person he would imagine as being gay.

"In your dreams," Puck scoffed, making a face. "I think we all know who it is."

All the football players/Gleeks did now. Karofsky shook his head at Finn.

"Really?" Azimio chuckled. "Humor me. Who is it?"

Finn shook his head. "I'm not gonna tell you. But he'd better watch it. That's a warning. As long as he doesn't do anything funny, his secret's safe with us."

Karofsky's eyes widened. He didn't believe that Finn would do that for him, even after all the pain he'd caused every member of the Glee Club.

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Blaine usually spent his evenings in his dorm at Dalton, but he'd texted Kurt and told him that tonight he would be home. Kurt got into his car and drove to Blaine's house. He knocked on the door, and it was answered by a pale man in his forties. He had Blaine's facial structure, and stern, but handsome features.

"Oh," he said, sounding a bit troubled after seeing Kurt there in front of him. He must have recognized him from Blaine's descriptions or from photos. "Blaine's upstairs."

"Thank you," Kurt replied politely. "I just want to talk to him."

"Alright," Mr. Anderson sighed tiredly. "Samantha, Blaine's… that boy is here."

Kurt never met Mr. Anderson before tonight, but he had met the Mrs. She was a petite woman with long black hair and dark skin; she was Filipino. "Hello, Kyle," she said with a polite smile. Kurt shook his head.

"Kurt," he corrected, and Mrs. Anderson chuckled with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I'm horrible with names."

Kurt sighed. "It's okay."

"Come with me," Mrs. Anderson said, putting an arm around his shoulders and leading him to the kitchen. Mr. Anderson went outside to clean the pool. He'd called on his wife to deal with the gay boy for him. "I made Fediccini Alfredo for Blaine, and I've still got some left over. Why don't you have some?"

"Thank you. That is quite generous." Kurt wasn't particularly a fan of Fediccini Alfredo, and it did hurt a little to hear that Blaine's mother had not heard enough about him to remember his name. Mrs. Anderson handed him a bowl of her pasta, and he pretended to like it. "It's good."

Mrs. Anderson smiled in response, and said, "So how are you?" Kurt understood what she was trying to do. She was trying to distract him with conversation so that he wouldn't go upstairs and disturb her son.

"Difficult, actually." Kurt was finally going to be honest. "For some reason, I think Blaine's cheating on me. I've felt like this for months, and it's been eating me."

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Anderson said apologetically. "Well, I don't think he's been cheating on you."

"That's what I'm here to find out, once and for all."

"Would you like something else to eat?" Samantha tried again.

"I want to talk to Blaine, please," Kurt said firmly. "It won't bother him. I just want to know the truth."

Mrs. Anderson gave a surrendering sigh. "Fine. Go upstairs."

"Thank you," Kurt said, and he stood up and walked upstairs. Then he knocked on Blaine's door.

"Kurt," Blaine said excitedly when the beautiful boy entered the room. He was sitting at his desk, looking through some papers. "I was waiting for you –"

"I just want to talk," Kurt interrupted him. "That's why I'm here."

"About what?" Blaine looked concerned.

"About Jeremiah," Kurt exhaled nervously. "A few months ago I read some of the texts he sent you, and it made me suspicious. I never told you."

"I wish you'd told me sooner," Blaine sighed, standing up and going over to his boyfriend. "I never cheated on you with Jeremiah. He wanted me to, but I refused. I loved you too much. You obviously didn't read the texts I sent him, because I told him that he needed to stop. I told him I wasn't interested."

"Really?" Kurt said, actually smiling for the first time in months.

"Really," Blaine said, also smiling. The two of them kissed each other's lips softly.

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Brittany took a deep breath and approached Artie's locker. "Hi."

"Hey," Artie said, smiling up at her. "What's up?"

"We need to talk," Brittany said, and a frown formed upon her boyfriend's face. "I care about you a lot, Artie. So much." Tears actually formed in the blonde's eyes. "But I'm breaking up with you."

"Why?" Artie wanted to know.

"Because…" Brittany took another deep breath. "I love Santana."

Artie nodded. His whole world was destroyed. "I always knew this would happen."

"You did?" Brittany asked in surprise.

"Yes. All the signs were there," said Artie. "Fine. Whatever. Just go off and be with Santana. I don't care anymore. I'm through with you."

"Artie," Brittany tried to comfort him, but he wheeled away down the hall.

Artie wiped his tears away with his sleeve, and then the worst thing happened. Tina turned the corner. The last person he wanted to see, especially when he was a crying mess! Of course Tina noticed him, and the tears. "Oh my gosh, Artie! Are you okay?" she gushed.

"No, I'm not, actually," Artie sniffed. "Brittany just broke up with me, for Santana."

"Oh, Artie," Tina said sympathetically. "I am so sorry. That's terrible."

"I knew it was gonna happen," Artie explained. "I've known all along, but now that it's happened, I'm alone. I haven't been single for a while now, and the only other girl in this world I want to be with, already has a boyfriend." He looked into Tina's eyes contemptuously.

Tina sighed and nodded. "Me, right? Me and Mike."

"Yes," Artie said bitterly. "Mike's a good friend of mine, and I like him and everything. But I don't like you and him together. He's good for you, but I'm good for you too."

"I know that," Tina said, taking his hands. "I'm so sorry I said you were a terrible boyfriend. I didn't mean it. I actually thought you were a wonderful boyfriend. You proved that to me in sophomore year. Those were good times, weren't they?" She smiled.

"I find myself furious about losing Brittany," Artie went on, "even though I knew it was meant to be this way. I thought I loved her, but now I'm not sure if I really loved her, or just the idea of her. The idea of being with someone hot, sexy, popular, and cool like her. Things were perfect when she was with me."

"You're going to find someone," Tina assured him, and Artie pulled his hands away.

"It's not that easy for me," he pointed out. "I'm a dork, and I'm in a wheelchair."

Tina sighed. "I love Mike. He's a part of me. He's like family. You're my best friend. And I admit that I miss you. Even when I'm with him. But he's such a good guy. He's the nicest football player, and he's never hurt anyone in his life. He thinks the world of me."

"So do I," Artie assured her. "And it would be easier for Mike to find someone else than it would be for me. He's… a hunk."

"I can't imagine Mike without me," Tina said, shaking her head. "He loves me. He would be crushed if I hurt him."

"But he would eventually find someone else," Artie persisted. "I just wish you and I could get together again. I wish we could go on a few dates, and I wouldn't mind if you hated them. I would always be okay with you telling me. I wish we could just ease into things, and pick up from where we left off. Before you suddenly dumped me after a summer at Asian Camp. I wish we could time-travel back to sophomore year."

"Hey, Tina. Artie," Mike said, turning the corner with a bright smile on his face.

"Hi, Mike," Tina said, smiling back at him. "We were just talking about Glee."

"Awesome," Mike said. "Oh, and Tina, my mom's cooking a dim sum meal for us we can eat later. Then we can watch The King And I. Our favorite movie musical."

Artie was overwhelmed by Asian-ness. Tina sighed. "That'll be great, Mike."

She took her boyfriend's hand and walked away with him. This time she didn't even turn around to look at Artie.

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"I've always loved your clothes, Quinn," Alyssa said, looking through her closet. "Every day I see you wearing these feminine dresses and cardigans, and I envy you. Since we're in a recession, I have no money to wear anything except for my brother's old sports jerseys. People tell me I dress like a macho boy, and I was never able to help it. I don't want to wear what Kurt made me buy, either. It's all too revealing, and it makes me feel exposed."

"I want you to borrow, like, four outfits," Quinn said, smiling kindly.

Alyssa turned around and looked at her gratefully. "Are you serious?"

"Of course," Quinn laughed. "Anyway, we're roughly the same size."

Alyssa grabbed a baby blue dress and cardigan that were similar to the pinks that Quinn was wearing. "May I try it on?" she asked, and Quinn nodded. After Alyssa got into the outfit, Quinn couldn't believe how feminine she looked. She gave her a thumbs-up.

"See. You look great. Wear that to school, and then wear something else from here."

"I wish I was like you, Quinn," Alyssa said sadly. "I've had friends who were like me. But after a while they became popular and beautiful like you, and they don't talk to me anymore. I just wanted to be like them."

"I wish I was like you," Quinn disagreed. "In sophomore year I was president of the Celibacy Club. I suppose no one told you I was pregnant."

"I never believed that," Alyssa scoffed, and then Quinn shook her head. Alyssa felt embarrassed. "Oh… wait. It was true? Y-you really were preg -"

"Didn't you see my daughter when Rachel's mom brought her to the auditorium?" Quinn asked. "Anyway, I should be the one feeling embarrassed. Before Puck and I went all the way, it had always been a vow of mine that I would wait until I was married. People expected so much of me, and I disappointed all of them. You still have yet to give yourself to the right person, Alyssa. You've never disappointed anyone."

"I loved Glee," Alyssa sighed.

"Then rejoin," Quinn insisted. "Everyone misses you."

"No," Alyssa decided. "I can't walk back in there. I can't handle myself when I see Kurt. Maybe I'll audition again next year, after he graduates."

"Okay," said Quinn. "Everyone wants you to come back, but I respect your decision if you decide not to. I'm just letting you know that I wasn't always this way, and I think you probably know that. I wasn't always nice. I used to be mean. I was a loser in middle school. Everyone hated me, and was mean to me because I didn't fit in. And so I became meaner when I started high school. But Glee changed me. And Glee can change your life too."

"I'm sorry," Alyssa apologized. "I'm not coming back. Not this year. Being on the Cheerios is enough for me."

She took four outfits from Quinn's closet, and then left the house quietly.

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Author's Note: Only about four more chapters, and I'll have this whole story posted. This was the last one that you'll see Alyssa in; that's probably why she was in a lot of it. Eventually Bryce and Trey will be out of the picture as well, the way Riley and Tristan aren't in that much anymore. You might not see them again either. This story is so old, but I hope you enjoy it anyway… it's basically a bunch of predictions that I made about season three several months ago, but I don't think any of them are going to happen at this point. Maybe in the future I'll write another fic that includes the winners Samuel and Cameron from The Glee Project. I'm also considering writing a Glee/Rocky Horror crossover, but I wouldn't start on that until after I'm done with my Twilight crossover. Also, I want to write a story about Beth as a teenager, and also a dramatic Klaine story. These are all possible ideas!