Taylor Hummel POV

"Hey, Puerto Rico," I heard a voice yell in the hallway. Since I was the only Hispanic looking student at McKinley, I turned around to see who would be calling me. I ended up face to face with none other than the cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester. She was staring me down, not smiling at all. I was wondering what she wanted from me when she started talking to me:

"I wanted to let you know that you have been invited to join the Cheerios," she told me. "Just between you and me, I think you could even become head cheerleader. Your cousin was pretty talented, and I think you'll be good."

"But don't I need to audition?" I asked. "I mean, that would be the fair thing to-"

Coach Sylvester snorted. "Spain, life isn't fair. The others will just have to deal with it. Now, change into your uniform." She handed me a package. "You will need to wear this every day. Don't even think about getting it dirty. After school you will need to come to my office to get your workout schedule and meal plan. Got it, Dominica?"

"Um, actually, I'm half Mexican," I tried to tell her, but she just waved me off.

"Yeah, I kinda checked out of this conversation the minute you opened your mouth, so I'm just gonna walk away now. See you after school, Nicaragua," she said, and I watched as the coach walked away, shoving students as they passed.

I stared at the q

Will Schuester POV

"Are you sure that you're ready for the disappointment you'll get if you read that sign up sheet? Or, should I say, the lack of reading," said a voice from behind me.

"Don't you get tired of putting people down, Sue?" I questioned, turning around to face the devil herself in her usual tracksuit.

"Of course I don't, Spongerhair Squarechin. Just like you don't get tired of wearing those awful vests," she teased, poking me in the chest.

"Whats wrong with my vests?" I asked, slightly offended.

"Well, we could go into a long list of what's wrong with them," she said, pointing at the vest I was wearing, "or you could read that list and I will laugh at you and your lack of Glee club and then do my happy dance at the amount of money I will be getting towards my Cheerios."

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, Sue, but I don't think they will be cutting Glee any time soon," I told her as I looked over the sign up sheet, my smile growing bigger. She grabbed it out of my hand and proceeded to look it over.

"I have no clue who these people are. Are you sure you didn't write them yourself, buttchin? Because it wouldn't surprise me," she said, handing me the piece of paper back.

"Rachel Sparks, Sloan Jacobs, Taylor Hummel, Ash Bryant, Brianna Puckerman, Zoe Terry, Emily Cooper, Callum Robinson, Peyton Harley, Bree Tanner, Bryson Aldwin, Cable Aldwin, Luther Morgan, and Tristan Williams," I read, smirking. "Now, unless I'm wrong, I'm pretty sure 3 of them are on the Cheerios."

"So you can count" she countered.

"Don't change the subject" I replied.

"I'm not. I'm simply stating a fact. Like the fact that you have enough lard in your hair to fry a field of potatoes."

"Well, as much as I would love to listen to you throw insults at me, I have an auditorium to set up. Goodbye, Sue," I said before turning around and heading towards the auditorium. I could faintly hear Sue going on about how much gel I use in my hair and about my obsession with Journey.

Rachel Sparks POV

"Welcome to the Glee Club Auditions." Mr. Schuester greeted us excitedly as he stood on the stage. "We have 14 auditions to get through today so..." he said, but was rudely interrupted when 3 of the "pretty people" walked in.

The aforementioned "pretty people" were the most popular girls in school, the three main Cheerios. Most of the students here for auditions were terrified of them because they were so powerful.

"Sorry we're late, Mr Schue, but Coach Sylvester kept us behind," said Emily Cooper and Taylor Hummel at the same time.

You're probably thinking, 'Why would two Cheerios apologize?' Well, most of the Cheerios were soulless bitches except two.. Emily Cooper was one of them. She was actually one of the kindest people you could meet, unless, of course, you made her mad. If you dared to do that, watch out, because she can be quite devious. Taylor Hummel is the second, although she had just joined the team, so I wasn't too sure if she would change. The only reason Coach Sylvester let her on the Cheerios was to promote the team's image, so she's a lot more grounded, but she can be very bitchy at times, which I suppose is in her genes, as her cousin was the famously snarky New Directions countertenor Kurt Hummel. They were the sort of people that I might consider being friends with. If, of course, they would even talk to me; I was at the bottom of the social pyramid, and they were the top dogs.

"Um, well, I'm certainly not sorry. The only reason I'm here is because Coach wanted me to join," said Brianna Puckerman, bringing my attention back to the auditions.

Brianna Puckerman was the HBIC. She was manipulating, backstabbing and a utter bitch. Of course, everyone feared and respected her because she had the power to make your life hell.

"All right, I guess you can go first then," Mr. Schuester said as she began to walk onto the stage and motioned for him to leave.

"Whatever. I'll be singing 'Candy Man'," she said before nodding her head at the band, signaling for them to begin.

Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Candyman, candyman
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Sweet sugar candyman
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really got me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman, ooh, yeah
He took me to the Spider Club on Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman, ohh yeah
Well, by now I'm getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth it really hit the spot
He had lips like sugarcane
Good things come for boys who wait
Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Candyman, candyman
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Candyman, candyman
Sweet sugar candyman
He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
Sweet sugar candyman
He's a one stop, got me hot, making my ugh pop
Sweet sugar candyman
He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop
Sweet sugar
He's got those lips like sugarcane
Good things come for boys who wait
He's a one stop shop with a real big ugh
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
Candyman, candyman, candyman, candyman
Candyman, candyman, candyman, candyman
Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Jane lost her grip and down she fell
Jane lost her grip and down she fell
Squared herself away as she let out a yell
Squared herself away and let out a yell

"Wow, that was...very good, Brianna," said Mr Schueste,r who was clearly at a loss for words with her choice of song.

"I know it was" was her reply before sitting back down with the rest of the Cheerios.

"Any more volunteers?" he asked before noticing that Sloan Jacobs had raised his hand.

Sloan Jacobs was on the track team and also one of my best friends. He was 6'1 and had brown hair and grey eyes. Sloan was absolutely beautiful, but of course he would have never gone for some like me, especially as he loved to bug me so much.

"I'm going to be singing 'Dancing Through Life' from Wicked," he said before closing his eyes.

The trouble with schools is
They always try to teach the wrong
Lesson
Believe me, I've been kicked out
Of enough of them to know
They want you to become less callow
Less shallow
But I say: "Why invite stress in?"
Stop studying strife
And learn to live "the unexamined life"
Dancing through life
Skimming the surface
Gliding where turf is smooth
Life's more painless
For the brainless
Why think too hard?
When it's so soothing
Dancing through life
No need to tough it
When you can sluff it off as i do
Nothing matters
But knowing nothing matters
It's just life
So keep dancing through...
Dancing through life
Swaying and sweeping
And always keeping cool
Life is fraught less
When you're thoughtless
Those who don't try
Never look foolish
Dancing through life
Mindless and careless
Make sure your where less
Trouble is rife
Woes are fleeting
Blows are glancing
When you're dancing
Through life...

"That was amazing, Sloan!" said Mr Schue, who was still clapping

"Thanks," he replied, grinning .

"Mr Schue, may I go next?" I asked, not bothering to wait for him to ask us.

"Of course, Rachel. Whenever you're ready," he said as I walked onto the darkly lit stage.

"'In His Eyes' from Jekyl and Hyde," I told the band, who instantly began to play.

I sit and watch the rain,
And see my tears run down the windowpane..

I sit and watch the sky.
And I can hear it breathe a sign...
I think of him,
How we were...
And when I think of him,
Then I remember...
Remember...
In his eyes I can see
Where my heart longs to be!
In his eyes I see a gentle glow,
And that's where I'll be safe, I know!
Safe in his arms, close to his heart...
But I don't know quite where to start...
By looking in his eyes,
Will I see beyond tomorrow?
By looking in his eyes,
Will I see beyond the sorrow
That I feel?
Will his eyes reveal to me
Promises or lies?
But he can't conceal from me
The love in his eyes!
I know their every look,
His eyes!
They're like an open book,
His eyes!
But most of all the look
That hypnotized me!
If I'm wise,
I will walk away,
And gladly...
But, sadly,
I'm not wise,
It's hard to talk away
The memories that you prize!
Love is worth forgiving for!
Now I realize -
Everything worth living for
Is there, in his eyes!
Love is worth forgiving for!
Now I realize -
Now I realize -
Everything worth living for
Is there, in his eyes!

Peyton Harley POV

Wow, she was really good, I thought as Rachel stopped singing and everyone began clapping. No way am I going next after that performance.

"Who's next?" I heard Mr Schuester say, but no one volunteered.

Probably have the same thought as I do

"Okay then. Guess I'll have to randomly pick someone," he said, causing some of the people there to look scared.

Oh god, please don't pick me. For the love of all that is good in this world, please-

"Peyton Harley" he said, interrupting my internal pleads.

Of course it was going to be me. I sighed as I stood up and headed to the stage. I suddenly realized that this would be a good chance to impress my new friend, Taylor. I would even sing this to her, although she wouldn't ever realize it.

"And what will you be singing?" he asked just as a flash of light caught my attention in the back of the auditorium.

"Peyton?" he questioned again after I didn't reply.

"Erm, sorry. What did you say?" I asked, blushing a little bit at the fact I got distracted so easily.

"Your song choice ?" he repeated.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be singing Hey Monday – 'Fall Into Me'."

I was looking through the chair
You were looking through the mirror
Never met eyes
No, I've never seen clearer than now
There's no way out
I'm tingling in places I didn't know existed
How are things right and also twisted?
How can we work this out?
Somehow everything in me is changing
In the most amazing kind of way
Every single breath you take away
Gives me more life than before
We could be the perfect masterpiece

At this line, I looked to Taylor and winked at her. I could see her smiling back, which gave me more energy to sing.
Baby, bring me in
And fall into me
Whenever you are near
I feel like we could do anything
And I think we should now
We'll take the town
Your eyes tell me something
Afraid to misread
But if I'm wrong
What if you mislead me?
Still, it's worth the thrill
Somehow everything in me is aching
Just to hear your gentle voice again
Every single breath you take away
Gives me more life than before
We could be the perfect masterpiece
Baby, bring me in
Things aren't simple anymore
Can't jump in until you know
But I think that I just might
Close my eyes and hold on tight
To every single breath
To every single breath
Every single breath you take away
Gives me more life than before
We could be the perfect masterpiece
Baby, bring me in
Every single breath you take away
Gives me more life than before
We could be the perfect masterpiece
Baby, bring me in
Bring me in and fall into me

That was amazing, I thought as I sang the last line and people began clapping.

"Well done!" Mr. Schue said, smiling at me, and I truly believed it. I just hoped Taylor did too.

Bree Tanner POV

"I'm going to sing 'Less Than Perfect'." I said, earning me a few cheers from the group.

Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss, no way it's all good
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around…

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect to me

You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you do the same

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect to me

The whole world stares while i swallow the fear
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we tried tried tried
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere
They don't like my genes, they don't get my hair
Strange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?

Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than
Less than perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect to me
You're perfect
You're perfect to me
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect to me

Taylor Hummel POV

"So, guys, the next two people will be Taylor Hummel and then Ash Bryant," Mr. Schuester told the group as I finished telling the band what I was going to sing.

Aftermath by Adam Lambert began to play.

Have you lost your way?
Livin' in the shadow of the messes that you made
And so it goes
Everything inside your circle starts to overflow
Take a step before you leap
Into the colors that you seek
You give back what you give away
So don't look back on yesterday
Wanna scream out, no more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Gonna tell ya you'll be alright
In the aftermath
Anytime anybody pulls you down
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed
Just remember you are not alone
In the aftermath
You feel the weight
Of lies and contradictions that you live with every day
It's not too late
Think of what could be if you rewrite the role you play
Take a step before you leap
Into the colors that you seek
You give back what you give away
So don't look back on yesterday
Wanna scream out, no more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Gonna tell ya you'll be alright
In the aftermath
Anytime anybody pulls you down
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed
Just remember you are not alone
In the aftermath
In the aftermath
Before you break you have to change your own mind
Take a trip and fall into the pit
Tell a stranger that their view is full
So all you feel is love, love
All you feel is love, love
Wanna scream out, no more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Wanna tell you you'll be alright
In the aftermath
Wanna scream out
No more hiding
Don't be afraid of what's inside
Gonna tell ya you'll be alright
In the aftermath
Anytime anybody pulls you down
Anytime anybody says you're not allowed
Just remember you are not alone
In the aftermath
In the aftermath
In the aftermath
In the aftermath
Just remember you are not alone
In the aftermath

"That was amazing, Taylor," Mr. Schue told me, and I thought so too. I was looking at Peyton the whole time, and she gave me the confidence to pull this performance off. I smiled at Mr. Schue.

"Thanks, Mr Schue!" I told him, and was about to sit next to Peyton when I remembered my promise to myself to avoid heartbreak. I decided against it and sat next to my fellow Cheerios.

"Alright, are you ready, Ash?" I heard Mr. Schuester ask the football player. I looked up to the stage and straight into Ash's eyes.

He was really quite handsome, with tanned skin and light brown hair. If I was straight, I might actually consider going after him. Then again, I was trying to be straight, so it was a possibility.

"Of course I am," he replied as the band once again began to play.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no
What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no
What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)
You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh
'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break
No it don't break, no it don't breakeven, no
What am I gonna do
When the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no

The performance sealed the deal for me. I would go after him. From his body language, it seemed that he liked me too, so this wouldn't be too hard. I vaguely heard what Mr. Schue was saying after Ash's song:

"And, once again, another amazing performance," I told them. "We've had 7 amazing auditions, but, unfortunately, the rest of you will have to audition tomorrow. But," I continued, smiling warmly, "to those people who have already auditioned: Welcome to the New Directions!"