Plot Summary: There will be two plotlines in this particular fanfic, switching off every other chapter.

1.) Rachel said it herself during theatricality. "Oh, that's Brad. He's always just...around." This means he has to have noticed some things… New Directions through the eyes of an outsider. Is it just Brad, or is there a budding Puckleberry relationship? Is that Sam kid changing his ways? Follow the not-so successful musician as he tries to withstand the halls of McKinley.

(Brad's point of view/Puckleberry idea created by LandAmongTheStars, Sam changing his ways idea suggested by fortuosity)

2.) While Brad fills us in on McKinley High, we move over to Dalton Academy for every other chapter. Can Blaine ignore his feelings for Kurt any longer? Can Kurt manage to "stay just friends"? I'm pretty sure Harry and Sally got together in the end. (a hopefully not too fluffy Klaine relationship)

(Klaine suggestion by Juliet Hummel-Anderson)

If, say, you're sick of Klaine but would enjoy reading about Brad's point of view (or vice versa) this is one of those fics where you can just read every other chapter if you wish. However, reading both is much more fun. :)

Also, if you read the first "chapter" you know that this fanfic is open to everyone's suggestions on anything! I can incorporate many different ideas which will make it much more challenging for me to write and much more fun for you to read! So please keep the ideas rolling! :D

Reviews in general are much appreciated! ;)

*Disclaimer: I do not own Glee*

Chapter One

Brad was a man with a lot of passion for the arts… At least, that's what he thought of himself growing up. His mother put him into piano lessons when he was just five years old and somehow music just stuck with him. When he graduated from McKinley (an uncertain amount of years ago) he went straight into college for music. He wanted to go places. Brad prepared himself for big things.

But when Brad said "Big Things" he meant joining an orchestra or playing the piano for superstars. Nowhere in Brad's definition of "Big Things" could one see playing the piano for teenaged kids in the McKinley High School glee club. Not even with a microscope.

When Figgins originally asked Brad to help with the glee club his first thought was 'why not?' He already taught the band program at McKinley and figured that there wasn't much more he could do with his spare time. He already spent most of it at the school…Why not help the new generation of devoted children better their chances in the music industry?

However, after a couple of weeks with these "devoted children" Brad regretted his choice. These kids were unlike any students he ever had in band. Most were bossy, obnoxious, angry, and made even more drama than the tabloids did. It was always "who slept with who", "this one is more popular than that one" and so forth. He even slightly remembers everyone freaking out over one boy's haircut.

Brad only continued hitting the keys for the glee club every day after school because he felt empathy toward their director.

According to Brad, Will Schuester was a strange man. Of course he made a living as a Spanish teacher at the school but he did not get paid to teach a group of delinquent children show tunes. Brad knew that Will was doing it for good reasons. He formed this odd, yet talented little group to not only teach them how to sing and perform, but also how to be good people. However, even though Will was devoted to these kids, Brad wondered sometimes if they even appreciated him at all…

You should only plant the seed of music into children who actually want to see it grow.

"Yoo-hoo?" Rachel was waving her hand in front of the pianist's face until he finally stirred.

"Oh, I'm sorry kiddo," Brad said with a half-hearted smile and placed his fingers above the keys, "it starts happening when you get old," he chuckled quietly to himself. Rachel, however, didn't seem to find it funny, but rather insulting that he started to stare off into space right before her big performance. She shot him a dirty look before reminding him that she was singing Wicked's "Popular". He gave a curt nod as Will glanced at him apologetically.

Brad's finger's easily swept across the keys. Rachel had been rehearsing this number with him for a week now. Her voice beautifully hit each note with a quality that was hard to find in girls her age. Too bad she was just so damn annoying.

Brad understood why the others looked at her grudgingly whenever she spoke up. It was because she never had anything good to say, unless it was about her or her trophy boyfriend. But…Brad was pretty sure they broke up. Her and…what's his name?…the football player with the bad dance moves? They were over. He heard some of the catty cheerleaders talk about how she cheated on him with the Mohawk kid. It wasn't like Brad tried to stay up to date with their social lives but rather it was hard not to when they were basically (and sometimes literally) screaming about it in the choir room.

Anyway, the point was no one liked Rachel Berry. She even had critiqued Brad a couple times on his playing. This automatically put her on his bad side, which was why his nickname for her was Miss Obnoxious.

Brad created a nickname for almost every kid in the club because: 1. It was hard to learn all their real names, 2. He just didn't care enough to try and 3. It was much more fun this way. The only name he knew for sure (beside Artie who was in band) was Rachel's. This might have been because she had private rehearsals with him almost every other day or perhaps since she programmed her number into his phone…But either way it was much more fun to call her Miss Obnoxious.

After her song there was polite applause from some of the club while others just gave her a scowling look.

"Uh, how do you suppose you could make someone popular, dwarf, when you're still getting slushy facials? Do you even see what you're wearing? It's like you get dressed with your eyes closed." That remark was said by who Brad liked to call Easy. (None other than Santana Lopez)

Rachel acted like she didn't hear the insult and sat back down.

Brad was tired by the end of that day's rehearsal but he wouldn't go home just yet. He liked to stay behind and fill the empty auditorium with music that he poured his heart and soul into. That he played because he wanted to- not because he felt obligated to.

I hope you enjoyed it…I'm not sure if it was the best way to start it out, but I hope it gave LandAmongTheStars' idea some justice :) Please review & Check out my other Glee fanfic: Lies in a Lullaby. Thanks a bunches! :D