A/N- here is the second chapter! I hope you like it. This story is so fun to write. My goal is to give every character ample attention. I hope I succeeded.

Awkwardness. A single word that could describe everything that was going on inside the auditorium at this present time. 12 students sat in an uncomfortable silence, in the cold poorly lit room. Nobody spoke, just stared at each other, sizing each other up.

*GLEE*

Ally, Vanessa and Karlia sat in the back of the auditorium, isolating themselves from the other because they were auditioning for glee doesn't mean that they had to associate with the losers who were also there. True not all of them were losers. Parker Hayes was sitting a few rows ahead of them socializing with Connor Wilks. Both of the boys were involved in McKinley sports, which meant the three girls could interact with them without tarnishing their precious reputations. Sitting in the exact middle of the auditorium was Adelaide Braxton. While the tiny sophomore was not a Cheerio or as popular as the trio, she was filthy rich. They had mutual friends in common so it wouldn't be strange at all to see them talking in public.

Unfortunately Ally also spotted Perrie and Jade. Still upset over yesterday's "Cheery-Ho" comment, Ally shot a nasty look at the back of their heads to where they were sitting in the front row. Also waiting for auditions to start was Elena Hayes, the definition of a outcast. Ally thought of her Elena as the badass/punk version of herself. Elena ruled the underground scene. If Elena actually tried perhaps she could have been popular, but Ally knew the dark girl resented everything about popularity. Skylar Perry sat a few rows I'm front of Elena. Ally loved the way Skylar dressed, and most of all his air of confidence and self assurance. Ally would never tell him though because Skylar wasn't popular like her. She couldn't be seen talking to him, let alone complimenting him. The last two students were from the look of it freshman. She thought one of them was Jacob Clark, a talented track runner, sitting next to him was Zoe and Daniel Brixton's younger brother, Robbie. They would have a fit if they knew he was here. They would have a fit if they knew she was here.

Ally's inner thoughts were interrupted when the auditorium doors banged open. A dark figure stepped inside and made his way to the table in the middle of the auditorium, he sat down and turned on his desk light. He pulled out the sign up sheets and scanned the names.

"Adelaide Braxton," he said in a clear, loud voice.

*GLEE*

Adelaide looked up from painting her nails when she heard her name. She wasn't expecting to go first, in fact it made her quite nervous. She rose from her chair and gracefully made her way to the stage. She felt tiny up on the stage by herself, well tinier than her normal 5'0" frame.

"Adelaide, " The man at the table, the glee club director she assumed, said, "What a lovely name."

"Thank you! It means princess in German." Adelaide said proudly repeating the fact that her daddy told her almost every day. She felt offended as she heard someone scoff from the audience, but continued to hold her head high.

"It's also the name of a very famous character from Guys and Dolls." The director explained.

"Oh, that's...cool" Adelaide replied getting nervous for her audition. Was he expecting her to sound like a broadway star because of her name?

"What will you be singing today?" the mystery man asked.

"I will be singing, "Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend" by Marilyn Monroe" Adelaide replied. She had been working on this song all week, and in her opinion she nails it.

"Okay." was all the director said. Judging by the appearance of the girl, diamonds probably were her best friends. She sort of reminded him of someone, so he braced himself for this audition.

Adelaide turned around and popped her hip,"Hit it!" she yelled. The music started and she opened her mouth,

""The French are glad to die for love,

They delight in fighting duels,

But I prefer a man who lives and gives

Expensive jewels.

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental

But diamonds are a girl's best friend

A kiss may be grand... but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat

Or help you at the automat

Men grow cold as girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shape these rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

... Tiffany's!

... Cartier!

Black star Frost Gorham

Talk to me Harry Winston tell me all about it!

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer

But diamonds are a girl's best friend

There may come a time when a hard boiled employer thinks you're awful nice

But get that ice or else no dice

He's your guy when stocks are high but beware when they start to descend

It's then that those louses go back to their spouses

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

I've heard of affairs that are strictly platonic

But diamonds are a girl's best friend

And I think affairs that you must keep liaisonic are better bets

If little pets get big baguettes,

Time rolls on and youth is gone and you can't straighten up when you bend

But stiff back or stiff knees you stand straight at... Tiffany's...

Diamonds... diamonds... I don't mean rhinestones... but diamonds... are a girls best... best friend"

Adelaide had amazing stage presence. She danced around with such ease. Her voice was pretty good too, which pleasantly surprised the man. She would definitely be an asset to the team.

"Thank you!" She yelled after the audience finished applauding. She flounced off stage and back to her seat, content with her audition.

*GLEE*

"Skylar Perry" The director yelled out the next name on his list.

Skylar knew it was now or never. He climbed the steps to the stage as he mentally calmed himself. He was nervous. Sure he knew he had talent, he was dangerously fabulous after all, but that Adelaide girl had serious singing chops. Could he match her in skill. Of course he could, he told himself.

"Hello Mr. Perry. How are you doing today?" asked the man at the table.

"Great! I will be singing "Desperate Measures" by Mariana's Trench" Skylar answered the mans question. His background music started and he let the lyrics flow out of his mouth.

"Gonna make a heart-throb out of me

Just a bit of minor surgery

These desperate times call for desperate measures

I'll give you something to cry about

Show some skin, and would be, cash out

How could you let this get to desperate measures now?

For a first effort this,

Feels kinda last ditch

I guess this just

Got kinda drastic

Trust us you just fell off the bus, baby

I can't let this, I can't let this go

When I got you right where I want you

I been pushing for this for so long

Kiss me, just once, for luck

These are desperate measures now

I can't let this, I can't let this go

Have a piece of American dream

Open up, and swallow, on your knees

And say "Thank you"

I'd like some desperate measures, please

For a first effort this,

Feels kinda last ditch

I guess this just

Got kinda drastic

Trust us, you just fell off the bus, suckers

Yeah, well, payback is a mother fucker

I can't let this, I can't let this go

When I got you right where I want you

I been pushing for this for so long

Kiss me, just once, for luck

These are desperate measures now

I can't let this, I can't let this go

Forever, forwards, or better

My poor heart will only surrender

Go forever, forwards, or better

My poor heart will only surrener, now

I can't let this, I can't let this go

When I got you right where I want you

I been pushing for this for so long

Kiss me, just once, for luck

These are desperate measures now

I can't let this, I can't let this go

When I got you right where I want you

I been pushing for this for so long

Kiss me, just once, for luck

These are desperate measures now

I can't let this, I can't let this go"

Skylar had an amazing voice. He was very theatrical in his movements and the director mentally compared his performance to another another man he once knew. Perhaps Skylar was even better than that man. Skylar once again took his seat slipping back on his glasses that he had removed for his performance. Style over comfort he always said.

*GLEE*

Connor was standing in the middle of the stage. The director had just called him up and was waiting for Connor to start his audition. It wasn't too late. Connor could always back out. However, Connor did not want to go home so he decided to go ahead and sing. He wasn't a singer so he knew his chances of getting into the club were not good, especially since the other two who had already gone were fantastic. He had to try though.

"Um...I will be singing "Carry on My Wayward Son" by Kansas." Connor decided to go with a song that related to himself. If he couldn't get in on talent, perhaps he could get in on the emotion he put into the performance. People liked emotional stuff like that, right?

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man

Though my mind could think I still was a mad man

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,

I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man, well, it surely means that I don't know

On the stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune,

But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Carry on,

You will always remember

Carry on,

Nothing equals the splendor

Now your life's no longer empty

Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry,

Don't you cry no more,

No more!"

Everyone broke into applause. The director was impressed. He could tell Connor lacked confidence. He shouldn't though. He was fantastic. He had a roughness to his voice that was familiar to the director. Connor would fit right in with the club.

*GLEE*

"Jacob Clark, Mrs. Pillsbury said you'd be coming." The director spoke to the young freshman as he stepped onto the stage.

"Yes. She encouraged me to sign up." Jacob tried to fake calmness as he stood center stage.

"And what will you be singing?"

"'Fix You' by Coldplay" he answered. It was funny. Jacob never thought about singing unit, Mrs. P. had suggested it. Practicing his audition song this week had made him realize how much he loved it. Maybe just as much as track. Maybe more. He began to sing the familiar tune.

"When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down on your face

And I...

Tears stream down on your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Tears stream down on your face

And I...

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you"

Jacob out all the energy in his song. It was his favorite, it made Him believe that one day perhaps he could fix his father. His father being sober was such a foreign thought to the freshman. He knew that helping his father was beyond hope. That's why this song was so powerful to him. It seemed the audience has picked up on the emotion and longing he put into the song. One of the girls even wiped away the tears. Jacob blushed and rushed off stage. The director knew this boy had great things to offer to the club.

*GLEE*

"I'm Perrie Thomas!" Perrie Jumped out of her seat and ran to the stage when the director asked if she was here. She had watched the other performers, they were good, but now it was her turn to show them all up. It seemed the director had caught on to her intent as he chuckled.

"It's nice to meet you Perrie. What will you be singing for us today?"

"I'm glad you asked I will be singing An Alanis Morissette classic "You Oughta Know"." Songs like these were her bread and butter. In her opinion this song showcased her voice better than anything she had ever sang. There was no way it wouldn't impress the man hidden in the shadows.

"I want you to know, that I'm happy for you

I wish nothing but the best for you both

An older version of me

Is she perverted like me

Would she go down on you in a theatre

Does she speak eloquently

And would she have your baby

I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able

To make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And every time you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died, till you died

But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful

I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know

Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity

I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner

It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced

Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able

To make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And every time you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died, til you died

But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know

'cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me

And I'm not gonna fade

As soon as you close your eyes and you know it

And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back

I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

Well, I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know"

Her voice had such an edginess to it. The director couldn't wait to give her classic rock pieces that he was sure could win them competitions. Perrie smirked knowing there wasn't a possibility that she would be denied entrance into the club. She strolled off stage satisfied with herself as she leaned over to Jade and whispered, "Your next"

*GLEE*

Jade gulped next to her best friend as she rose to go to the stage. Nervous would be an understatement. She was terrified. She didn't even know if she cold speak in front of all these people, let alone listened as the director asked her simple questions that she would nod along to. This wasn't going to go well. The room became dizzy, and a loud noise behind her startled her. Her music was starting. The opening chords from the Beatles "I wanna hold your hand" We're almost done and she knew she needed to start singing. She closed her eyes and started the song.

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

Oh please, say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

I'll let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy

Inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy

Inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

Yeah, you've got that something

I think you'll understand

When I'll feel that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand"

Jade wasn't singing loud. It was a strain for the director to hear her, but one thing was for sure. Her voice was absolutely lovely. Jade squeaked out a small thank you before walking swiftly off stage. Once in her seat she let go of the breath she had been holding in. It wasn't that bad. She hadn't forgot lyrics or started crying. Jade considered her audition a success.

*GLEE*

Ally watched Jade up on stage. She was pathetic, couldn't even say her own name. It was obvious she could sing though. Ally was sure shed be better. She didn't care if she was the best, just as long as she was better than Perrie. Something about the girl made her competitive in everything. She heard he name called and she walked up on the stage. She shoved her sheet music in the accompanists hands and addressed the audience.

"I will be singing 'Cannonball' Damien Rice" She said in a loud tone.

"Great! I love that song." said the director.

Ally smiled sweetly at the man as her music started. She took a deep breath and started to sing the complicated song.

"Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost you witness

Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed

You step a little closer EACH DAY

That I can't say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear

Still a little bit of your words I long to hear

You step a little closer TO ME

So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly

Love taught me to cry

So come on courage!

Teach me to be shy

'Cause it's not hard to fall

And I don't WANNA scare her

It's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna lose

It's not hard to grow

When you know that you just don't know"

Ally looked at the audience to gauge their reaction. They applauded her, and she was pleased with herself. No, not pleased with herself. She was happy. She forgot about destroying Perrie and simply smiled. She was glad she did this. She really loved to sing. She looked at all the audience members Impressed faces until she got to Perrie who was smirking, oh, forget about happiness. She was back to wanting to outshine Perrie. The glee club director seemed to miss the hostility between the 2 girls as he told Ally good job.

*GLEE*

Vanessa exchanged places On stage with Ally. Initially she hadn't wanted to join this nerdy club, but now it seemed like fun. She really was a dancer though, not a singer. Perhaps she could explain to the director after the auditions That her main forte was dancing. She had choreographed a dance to go along with her song, hopefully the director would see her talent and let her I'm. It was funny. When Ally first roped her in to this, she had planned on pretending to be really bad just so she wouldn't be able to join. Watching everyone sing up there though, she realized she wanted to be in this club. The background music to "Story of Us by Taylor Swift started and she began her audition.

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,

How we met and the sparks flew instantly,

People would say, "They're the lucky ones."

I used to know my place was a spot next to you,

Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,

'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.

Oh, a simple complication,

Miscommunications lead to fall-out.

So many things that I wish you knew,

So many walls that I can't break through.

[Chorus:]

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

Next chapter.

How'd we end up this way?

See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy,

And you're doing your best to avoid me.

I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us,

How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,

But you held your pride like you should've held me.

Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,

I've never heard silence quite this loud.

[Chorus:]

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

This is looking like a contest,

Of who can act like they care less,

But I liked it better when you were on my side.

The battle's in your hands now,

But I would lay my armor down

If you said you'd rather love than fight.

So many things that you wished I knew,

But the story of us might be ending soon.

[Chorus:]

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now.

And we're not speaking,

And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?

I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate 'cause we're going down,

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

The end."

Vanessa finished to a huge applause. Apparently everyone loved the flips and tricks she put into her performance. She hope it distracted from her less than perfect voice. Apparently the director loved it because of the huge smile on his face. Vanessa reminded the director of an old friend. He couldn't wait to see what dance moves she could add to their performances this year.

*GLEE*

Karlia applauded her best friend. She had killed it, and Karlia hoped to do the same. The director called her name and she went up on stage. In Karlia's opinion her soft Italian accent would win the audience and the director over. She new the accent made her singing voice sound amazing. When she lived in Italy her father taught her some of the most beautiful Italian songs. She hadn't sung much since moving to America, and that was partly because of her fathers distaste for modern American music. Karlia would be singing the first song she heard in America, Estelle's "American Boy". Ever since she heard it she had dreamt about finding an American boy who swept her off her feet. Her father would never allow that though.

"Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy.

He said "Hey Sister.

It's really really nice to meet you."

I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.

I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.

Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.

And no I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.

First let's see the west end.

I'll show you to my brethren.

I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy

[Chorus:]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy

Can we get away this weekend?

Take me to Broadway.

Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a café.

Let's go on the subway.

Take me to your hood.

I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.

Dress in all your fancy clothes.

Sneaker's looking Fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes.

Walking that walk.

Talk that slick talk.

I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.

[Chorus:]

Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay

Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy

Let them know a gwan blud

Would you be my love, my love.

Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine

Could you be my love, my love.

Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

[Chorus:]

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day

Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.

I really want to come kick it with you.

You'll be my American Boy

Karlia finished the song. She was pleased with the applause she received. She had out so much into the song, and hoped it expressed her love for her new life in America. The glee club director, who was no stranger himself to the new love and excitement for America, added the girl to the glee club roster.

*GLEE*

"Elena Hayes" Called the director. Figgins had warned him about this girl. He wasn't scared though he once new a young man similar to her. He was a great guy and performer

and was sure Elena would be too.

Elena walked on stage. She couldn't believe she was going through with thus ruse. At first it was an excuse to get out of trouble with Figgins. Now she was considering it to be a new hobby. Not as exciting as street racing, but at least it was less dangerous. She noticed her brother in the audience and rolled her eyes. Great, another thing for him to be better than her at. She wouldn't allow it though. She would be the golden child for once, even if it was for something as lame as glee club.

"I will be singing "Not that Kinda Girl" by JoJo" Elena had picked this song as a warning to the glee director. She wanted him to know she was nothing like her brother, and she didn't want to be either. She closed her eyes and began to sing.

"Yeah-eahhh, hmmmm

yeaaahhh

[Chorus:]

I'm not your every day, around the way

Don't go bar-hoppin', chillin' on the block

On a cell phone frontin',

Never that, cuz I'm not that kinda girl

I need to know how you roll

And how you get down, no drama

Drop my money in the bank

Take me home and meet your mama

Can you handle that?

Cuz I'm that kinda girl

I'm that kinda girl

[Verse 1:]

Boy you aint impressin' me

With your jewelry, your designer clothes

Or the games that you try to play

Think you need to know, I got my own

Dont need you for your dough

Hearin' me, maybe then we can flow, let me know

Make me smile, maybe we can chill

Keep it real, show me something I can feel

Cause I'm not your average ordinary type

Could you be that kinda guy I like?

[Chorus]

[Verse: 2]

Everytime I be up at the spot, chilling with my crew

We'll be hanging out, get in a little late

You start bugging out

I dont think it's fair

You don't like the clothes I wear

How I do my hair

I don't really care

But it's not for you

And I aint got nothin' to prove

There cant be any us, if there can't be any trust

Nothin' to discuss, no doubt

I'm not that kinda girl to let you play me out

[Chorus]

[BRIDGE:]

You might take me shopping, but I'm not your property

If I dont like it, I decided

I can make it on my own

As long as we disagree to agree

Down for you and you're down for me

Baby I'm what you want and we can build a love so strong

[Chorus]

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh

Not That Kinda Girl

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh

Not That Kinda Girl

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh

Do you know what kinda girl I am?

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh

I'm that kinda girl

ooohoohh-yeaaahh"

When she was finished she looked a her brother to make sure he also to the message of her song. She rolled her eyes and walked off the stage. Instead of staying in the audience to watch her brother sing, she grabbed the keys to her motor cycle and exited the school, but not before calling out.

"I'll see you at practice" Yeah, of course she made it. She didn't need to sit around and wait for an official verdict.

*GLEE*

"Parker Hayes" Parker walked on stage after he heard his name. His sister was insane. Why couldn't she have just been respectful for once. He hoped the auditions wouldn't be that longer, he needed to get to soccer practice, and it took him 40 minutes to get to the stadium. Not to mention he wanted to check on his father before he left. He knew his sister wouldn't, so it was up to him to make sure their father was feeling alright today. Sometime he wished he didn't have this pressure.

"I will be singing "Uh oh" by the junior doctor. I will also be playing it myself on guitar solo...yeah" Parker said nervously. The truth was he was signing thus song to someone. Someone in the room. Someone he liked, but she has no idea.

"I've never been good with words

Well at least not the sweet kind

Somehow when she's around

It's like I just lose my mind

And I know, I know

I should just leave it alone

But I won't, I won't

I keep getting in my way

And my friends say I'm crazy

A girl like that

Would never go for a guy like me

And I know, I know

That I should listen to them

But I won't, I won't, I won't

And uh oh, uh oh I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

It's like I'm not even here

Ran me over as she walked by

Dust off my clumsy words

And bad pick up lines

And I know, I know

That I can't leave her alone

And I won't, I won't

I try to work up the nerve

Hope to God I don't stutter

My thrown together letters

Never end up as words

And I know, I know

That I should leave it alone

But I won't, I won't, I won't

And uh oh, uh oh I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

All I can say is uh oh, uh oh

I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

And I know that she's

So out of my league

But I just can't stop

I keep thinking,

"Just wait and see

She's gonna notice me."

Yeah I know that she's

So out of my league

But I just can't stop

I keep thinking,

"Just wait and see

She's gonna notice me."

And uh oh, uh oh I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

All I can say is uh oh, uh oh

I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

All I can say is uh oh, uh oh

I get that feeling

And I don't know, don't know

How she keeps stealing

All the air from my lungs

And leaving all the words

Stuck on my tongue

She's stealing all the air from my lungs

And leaving every word stuck on my tongue

I've never been good with words

Well, at least not the sweet kind"

Parker finished. He wondered if the girl he liked knew the sing was for her, he scanned the audience and found her face. She was smiling, but did she know? He hoped she did, but at the same time, he hoped she didn't. She was his best friends girlfriend after all.

*GLEE*

The director watched the golden boy of Mckinley exit the stage, and thought of another former golden boy of McKinley. Perhaps secret love was a theme of McKinley Hugh Golden boys. He looked down at the list and saw one final name. A late signup, but a signup that would allow them to compete in sectionals.

"Robbie Brixton" he called.

Robbie made his way to the stage, his heart thumping with every step. Jacob had convinced him to join. If Jacob wasn't his best friend he wouldn't be here right now. He shouldn't be here right now. He should be walking through the hallways soaking up glory. His older brother and sister were gods here. They would die if they k kw he was auditioning for glee club. Glee club was not cool. Here he was though, getting ready to sing.

"I will be singing "Keep Holding on by Avril Lavigne" Robbie opened his mouth and started to sing the song.

"You're not alone

Together we stand

I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand

When it gets cold

And it feels like the end

There's no place to go

You know I won't give in

No I won't give in

Keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you could say

Nothing you could do

There's no other way when it comes to the truth

So keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

So far away

I wish you were here

Before it's too late, this could all disappear

Before the doors close

And it comes to an end

With you by my side I will fight and defend

I'll fight and defend

Yeah, yeah

Keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you could say

Nothing you could do

There's no other way when it comes to the truth

So keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Hear me when I say, when I say I believe

Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny

Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

La da da da

La da da da

La da da da da da da da da

Keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you could say

Nothing you could do

There's no other way when it comes to the truth

So keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Keep holding on

Keep holding on

There's nothing you could say

Nothing you could do

There's no other way when it comes to the truth

So keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through"

Apparently the other kids liked his voice. He heard the applause and thought maybe he would like it here. As he made his way to his seat the glee club director stood for the first time. He was tall and had light brown hair. He had piercing lue eyes, and ears that almost came to a point.

"Congraualtions! You've all made it! Every single one of you has talent that will benefit this club. I remember my time in glee club, and its safe to say they were some of the best times of my life. The first practice will be Monday after school in the choir room." The director stood and started to walk out.

"Wait!" Perrie shouted, coriousity taking over. "What's your name Mr. Director?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Mr. Rory Flanagan. Im teaching world history this year." Rory chuckled and walked out out.

The new gleeks gathered there things and walked out of the auditorium. Some went home, while others went anywhere but. The last one to walk out was Parker who turned off the stage lights and closed the door. Yeah, this was going to be an interesting year.

A/N- How did you guys like it? Were you surprised by Rory at the end? I never received an OC for glee director, so I decided to use Rory. How do you like the characters? Who do you think Parker likes? PM me with any questions or additional plots you may have for your characters. Thanks for reading!