Gleestuck
Episode 1
Season 1
Don't own glee or MSPA.
==» Dave: You've been detected !
The awkward silence following what perhaps was one of the most PROFOUNDLY MOVING SONGS EVER brought your presence to the attention of the them that you are now a part of whether or not you like it.
The most disconcerting is the ogle of the pianist.
The gleeks both openly and blankly stare at you in a kind of discomforting mix of awe and gastric discomfort. If you were one prone to displaying exterior emotion you would probably frown at this point in time.
Despite your far reaching near omniscient powers of coolness, now no amount of awesome could possibly surpass the awkwardness that seems to have ionically compounded itself with every adjacent atom present in the space.
Mr. Egbert finally moseys his way the fuck on in like he is just coming home from the most damn dazzling Sunday brunch stroll he's ever had the privilege to saunter along in his life.
Well, shit.
Ms. Lalonde takes the liberty to teeter the fuck on in behind Egbert like she was just coming home from the most damn shitfucking canonicaly insane Saturday night party she's ever had the privilege to stumble out of in her life.
Regaining equilibrium, she walks over to you and pats you on the shoulder.
"Hi erbun... erywuol... earlyoel... whatever. You may know Mr. Strider as the quatrainbeck... quarterback, of Skaia High School. Howver, after a mildly tragic, arkward... awkward, and historical... hysterical turn of events, he will be joining the honorable collective of glee." she says.
Still silence.
And then, "Sssssssssssssooooooo, why don't we wecleocm... werkholm... welcome our new member?" she insists, giving a polite applause which eventually inspires reluctant applause and welcomes from the heap of nerds flopped about before you.
==» Dave: Revel in the disaster of a new membership