Gleestuck
A Glee/Homestuck fusion!
==» John Egbert: Call the meeting to order
As self-proclaimed talented high reigning monarch of glee club, you call the miniscule meeting to order. All four other members ignored you. It was at times like this you wish you had a gavel. You had asked for one in the past but due to incredibly grim incidents involving a cast iron horse hitcher and a cigarette holder all weapon-like objects are banned from the music room. You find this ironic because you can immediately think of at least seven ways you could physically harm someone with the brass monstrosities they call instruments off the top of your head. You bet some other glee leader at some other school probably had a gavel of their own and used it most effectively. However that glee club isn't warranted to enter the plot for probably another hundred chapters or so, considering the pace at which this meeting has gone.
The jovial ring of a certain tech-savvy diva was the first inquiry valid to the subject at hand.
"Sooooooooooo. What are we doing here? Where's Mr. Boxcars." she asks, swaying just a bit to a happy rhythm nobody but her is capable of hearing.
You feel yourself choke up a bit.
Nepeta yawns, "She has purrsented an interesting point."
Tavros looks around for a moment, paranoid because he suspects that somebody expects him to say something. "Uhhh, yyeah. What's g-going on?" the troll in the wheeled device sputters.
You bite your lip to prevent yourself from making a sound.
"John, are you okay. Your state of homeostasis seems a tittle disturbed." Kanaya articulates as she rocks a puppet as a doting mother would a sleepy infant. Man, that troll's intensity and insistence on caring roused your weird senses at times.
Once each member of glee club is bewildered as to what the blubbering goddamn hell you're doing there you explode.
"The meeting ruse was a distraction..." you start, "I fooled you! There's no glee director!" and with that you explode into a fit of not at all manly giggles regarding your brilliant pranking skills!
The Colonel would have no doubt given you a salute, and perhaps even a pie to the face.
==» John, that's not funny.
A/N: Ren says; Aaaand there goes the plot! d: