"Hey hey Carlay!" Sam greeted walking up to Carly at her new locker at their new school. They arrived together about fifteen minutes early and Sam had gone to her locker first and they decided to meet at Carly's because they had first period together.
After Ms. Benson and Ms. Puckett had agreed and approved of the move, everything had gone smooth and fast. Time seemed to fly by as the group packed and prepared themselves for a new life. The Shay's were out by that weekend so that Spencer could start his job. The Puckett's were out about two days later. And the Benson's arrived the next weekend. The friends had talked the principal of McKinley to allow them all to start at the same time next week, that way they would face the new experience together.
There was an apartment complex in Lima called the Woodlands. The rent was cheap enough that each of the families rented an apartment so now, the three friends were even closer than they used to be.
"Hey Sam, ready for our second day?"
"This is school. I'm never ready."
Carly laughed, "Well we have a little bit of time, let's go look at the club sign up list."
"Ew. No one wants to spend more time at school than they need to."
"Sam, If you want to keep going here and if you want to graduate, then we have to join some clubs."
"How about I join the sleeping club?"
"Oh just shut up and come on." Carly shut her locker and walked toward the board where she had seen some club signs. Sam reluctantly followed her. Freddie was already in class, he had wanted to talk to all of his teachers about grades and opportunities and stuff. He had told them to check out the clubs and tell him about them and then they could join together.
Once they got to the bulletin board, Carly started looking over the colorful sign up and audition sheets, and Sam pulled out her phone and started texting Freddie to tell him about the torture she was going through.
"Hey Sam, let's join the Cheerios! You know I've always wanted to try cheerleading but the girls on the team at our school were too snooty. I bet it'll be different here."
"Um, capital E-W."
"Come on Sam, please!"
"No."
"For me?" Carly asked her, whipping out the puppy dog face.
"No way Carles, I am no obsessed nub."
"Sam, as my best friend you should want to do this for me!"
"I don't want to be a cheerleader!"
"Join the cheerios." A voice said, from behind Sam. Carly smiled to herself and slightly waved at the person. Sam turned around to see her mother, wearing a fluffy boa and a cowboy hat.
"But mom-"
"Shh, don't 'but mom' me. I must get back at Sue and having you on her Cheerio team is one of the best ways to do it. Besides, not like you're going to do anything anyway. Just make sure you make the team okay? If you do I'll buy you a new bunny."
"And a puppy and a ham."
"Fine. Deal?"
"Deal. Now get out of here." Sam and Pam shook hands and then Pam smirked and walked toward the front entrance of the school.
Sam turned around to see Carly smiling at her with her eyebrow raised.
"Shut up, Shay. Let's get to class."
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Later that day, Sam and Carly walked out onto the football field to try out for the Cheerios. They had told Freddie they were trying out and that they would find another club they could all do together later. Sam was almost positive her mother would show up again, just to confront Cousin Sue.
She was right because right when she walked out onto the field she saw her mother, wacky outfit and all, arguing with the cousin she hadn't seen in years. They looked pretty into it, although that was how Puckett's argued.
Sam and Carly got closer and Sue spotted them. She nudged her mother and her mother turned around and spotted her. Pam gave Sam a small wink and then retreated across the field.
"Misfit." Sue greeted, hands on hips and glare on face.
"Nice to see ya, Cuz." Sam smirked at her and planted her hands on her own hips. Carly's eyes widened. Nervously predicting a battle of some sort, she reached her hand out and stole Sue's attention.
"Hi, I'm Carly, Sam's friend. We're here to try out for the Cheerios."
"I know why you're here," Sue snapped. She turned around and started walking toward the practicing cheerios, Sam followed her and Carly followed Sam, confused.
"Now listen and listen good," Sue said as she continued walking, "I'm going to momentarily forget the fact that you are the spawn of your evil mother and I'm going to give you a shot. Do you have something prepared?" She asked, stopping and turning around, glaring down at the girls.
"I was gonna kick it freestyle," Sam shrugged, her smirk still evident on her face. Before, she was just going to stand there and hope she didn't make it. But now, this was personal. The way Sue looked at her, like she was a complete failure and had no hope of amounting to anything, she didn't like it. And if it was the last thing she would do, she would wipe that triumphant look right of of her face.
Sue raised her eyebrow at Sam and then switched her gaze over to Carly.
"Um, me too." She said nervously, avoiding the woman's eyes.
"Fine. You first." She said pointing to Carly. She then walked away and directed the Cheerios into the bleachers. Carly turned to Sam.
"I thought you said she was your mom's cousin?"
"She is."
"But they look like twins?"
"HA! Don't let either of them hear you say that. Now get out there and show her what you've got." Sam gave Carly a little push and then walked off to sit in the bleachers and watch.
Carly shook her head and walked to the middle of the field where everyone could see her. She began her routine, which was a common cheer she had seen in a movie. It involved shouting, and a few flips. She had a free period and she had spent it practicing the routine until her body was tired.
When she did it, she felt confident and focused. She thought she did very good when she was done and walked over to Sue, smiling.
"So?" She asked.
"You don't suck too bad. I need more Cheerios so you're in. Don't make me regret this decision. BLONDIE, you're up." And then she walked away and sat in a huge chair so she could watch Sam.
Carly furrowed her eyebrows, but clapped because she had made it. She went over and sat on the bleachers near a girl who wasn't wearing a Cheerio outfit but seemed to be watching the practice. The girl was pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair and a nice dress. Carly sat down and let her eyes drift to the football team, which was practicing on the other side of the large field. She saw a good looking guy take off his helmet and take a drink of water. He had a Mohawk, but he made it work. He looked like a bad boy, and Carly like bad boys. She wanted to talk to him, maybe being a Cheerio would help her out.
"He's in the Glee club you know." The girl commented. Carly turned around to see her looking at her.
"Glee club?"
"Yeah, his name is Noah, but everyone calls him Puck. And he's in the Glee club."
"Oh."
"I'm Quinn."
"I'm Carly," Carly smiled at the girl and the girl uneasily returned it.
"You should join the Glee club. There are a lot of hot guys. Just, be careful around Puck, he's... bad."
Carly smiled and blushed, "I like bad boys." she admitted.
"Just be careful, okay?"
Carly nodded, "I will."
Meanwhile, down on the field, Sam slowly walked out to the center of the field to begin her 'routine'. Honestly, she had nothing planned. Though, she had taken gymnastics before and she was very flexible so she figured she would just do her best tumbling.
She knew a lot of tumbling, that was the only interesting part of gymnastics and the only part she ever really paid attention to.
She stood up straight and performed every trick she knew to her best ability. She bent her body in ways and directions that she was sure shocked them all. At one point she looked up to see some of the Cheerios gaping and Sue glaring. She flipped around a little more and finished it off with a handstand and then the splits.
She walked back over to Sue, smirking.
"Impressed?"
"Whatever. You're in. But only because I need new Cheerios."
Liar, Sam thought, walking up the bleachers over to Carly.
"Sam! That was amazing. I didn't even know you could do any of that!"
"Yeah, well that's the way I roll."
Carly laughed and pulled Sam down so that she was sitting next to her.
"I know what club you me and Freddie can join together."
Sam groaned, "Ugh, which one?"
"Glee club."
"Glee club? As in singing club?"
"Yep!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't sing."
"But you can."
"But I don't"
"Sam,"
"Carly,"
"Please!"
"Umm, if you don't mind me intruding..." Quinn interrupted the argument and scooted over closer to the girls.
"Oh yeah! Sam, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is Sam."
"Hi, anyway, I think joining th Glee club would be great. I'm in the glee club actually, and as I was telling... Carly here, it's really fun and we have a lot of hot guys." She smiled.
Sam knitted her eyebrows together. She wasn't interested in any of these guys. Quinn noticed her hesitation and remembered when she and the rest of the Glee club had seen the two girls and the boy at lunch yesterday. She remembered the way Sam had acted around Freddie...
"And your friend, the boy, could join with you. But he'd probably be jealous of the other Glee guys..." She trailed off and saw the excitement spark in Sam's eye and knew she had won them over.
"I don't know. I guess we can check it out... " Sam played it cool.
"YES!" Carly cheered.
"You can check it out tomorrow. I'll make sure the rest of the club is there and you can meet them and decide, okay?"
"Great!" Carly exclaimed.
"Just great..." Sam mumbled, Tomorrow's going to be a long day.
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The next day, Carly and Sam dragged Freddie to the classroom Quinn had given them directions to. They had exchanged numbers yesterday and Quinn had texted them the class and directions as soon as school ended.
"Why are we joining the glee club?" He whined, dragging his feet along behind the girls. Sam had pretty much the same attitude about it and Carly practically skipped along in front of them.
"Both of you stop complaining! Let's at least check it out!"
"Fine," Freddie mumbled.
Sam crossed her arms"Whatever,"
They found the classroom and entered to see a young looking man standing by a piano at the head of the room. They figured he was the teacher. The rest of the class looked pretty happy to see them.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Schue," The man introduced himself, holding his hand out for each of them to shake. Carly was the only one who eagerly shook his hand. Sam and Freddie mumbled hellos and sat down in the nearest chairs.
"Hi, I'm Carly," Carly faced everyone, including the teacher and then pointed to her friends, "That's Freddie and that's Sam. Sorry, they're a little grumpy today. They aren't as opened minded as I am."
"I see," Mr. Schue nodded, "Well, would you like to sing us a song to introduce yourself to the club? You can sing about anything at all, your choice." He offered, smiling warmly at all three of them.
Sam and Freddie immediately shook their heads. Carly eyed Puck (and the girl sitting next to him?) and then nodded.
"Sure. Um, can I have some assistance?" She asked. Immediately a brunette girl and the blonde- Quinn, walked over to her. She told them her song selection and they smiled. Quinn walked over to the guy sitting at the piano and whispered something into his ear and then walked back over. He began playing the familiar tune and the goth girl and Quinn stood on either side of Carly.
Quarter past five and it feels like another dimension
Everybody knows that were goin' out tonight
Somebody says no and thats when I remember to mention
Were gonna party party like its 1999
So pick me up let's go
Go far away from home
It doesn't matter where 'cause baby I just wanna roam
We're putting on a show
Varieties and vogue
Lets do it
Lets do it
Lets do it
You can take the darkness out of the night
You can take the tick-tock out of time
Go and take the angry out of the world
But you can't take the party
You can make a rocket blast into space
You can make the earth into a better place
Go and give me diamonds, rubies, and pearls
But you can't take the party out of the girl
But you can't take the party out of the girl
Paris in the spring and New York in the middle of summer
I don't care where we go as long as everyone is there
And if it feels slow we dance until it sounds like thunder
And when the ground starts shaking
Thats when you know you better beware
So pick me up let's go
Go far away from home
It doesn't matter where 'cause baby I just wanna roam
We're putting on a show
Varieties and vogue
Lets do it
Lets do it
Lets do it
You can take the darkness out of the night
You can take the tick-tock out of time
Go and take the angry out of the world
But you cant take the party
You can make a rocket blast into space
You can make the earth into a better place
Go and give me diamonds, rubies, and pearls
But you can't take the party out of the girl
Take me away from the bad day I just wanna play
You can take the darkness out of the night
You can take the tick-tock out of time
Go and take the angry out of the world
But you can't take the party
You can make a rocket blast into space
You can make the earth into a better place
Go and give me diamonds, rubies, and pearls
But you can't take the party out of the girl
But you can't take the party out of the girl
But you can't take the party out of the girl
You can't take the party
Everyone clapped and Carly bowed. Her eyes drifted to Puck again and he was smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Carly, that was great!" Mr. Schue complimented, patting her shoulder.
"Thank you Mr. Schue."
She bowed once again, and then took a seat beside her friends.
"We are so joining." She said to them and they grunted in response.
"That's great to hear!" Mr. Schue smiled, "Well everyone, I think it's time we give them a good old Glee Club welcome. First though, I want you all to introduce yourselves. Just say your name and a fact or something."
Rachel was the first one to jump up and smile at the iCarly crew, "I am Rachel Berry future Broadway star." She smiled smugly. Carly smiled back at her, Sam scoffed, and Freddie raised his eyebrows.
"I'm Mercedes, the club diva."
"I'm Tina."
"I'm Mike, dancer."
"It's Brittany... Bitch."
Sam tilted her head to the side and Carly's eyes widened. Freddie smiled at her.
"Santana."
"Sam I am, but I don't like ham!" Sam (the guy) said. Sam P's head shot up and she glared at the boy, about ready to attack until Carly and Freddie hold her down and Mr. Schue shoots them a worried glance.
"I'm Artie..." Interrupting the awkward silence following the moment. Sam sat, fuming.
"Puckerman. Noah Puckerman." Puck said smoothly, eying Carly, who smiled at him. Lauren kicked him.
"I'm Lauren. Puckerman's mine." She glared at Carly. Carly's eyes widened and she scooted closer to Sam, who was silently laughing at the whole situation.
"I'm Finn, welcome to Glee club," He smiled at them.
"I'm Quinn. But you already know that." She smiled at Carly and Sam. Carly smiled back and Sam nodded her head.
"And I'm Mr. Schue," He smiled. Sam rolled her eyes thinking, Does he always smile? It's kind of creepy.
Carly and Freddie waved at everyone and Sam flicked her arm in a half wave.
"We practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You don't need to bring anything, except for all of your stuff to take home. Now, before we practice tomorrow do any of you have a question?"
Sam's hand shot up and Mr. Schue called on her.
"That kid with the lips stole my name AND he doesn't like ham. He's a disgrace to all Sam's of the world."
"Um-" Sam Evans started, looking at Sam Puckett, frightened.
"We do seem to have a problem with that..." Mr. Schue rubbed his chin thoughtful.
"You" Sam pointed at Sam Evans, "What's your last name?"
"Evans,"
"From now on," Sam stood and announced, "This boy will be known as Evan."
"Bu-"
"That's-"
"You cant-"
Disagreements rang throughout the room. Mr. Schue was starting to get fed up with all the noise, but Sam spoke up before he could.
"Silence," She hissed, loudly and everyone immediately quieted down, "This is just easier okay?" She said slightly softer, dropping down into her chair and leaning back.
Everyone mumbled responses and Evan spoke up. "I agree with Sam, everyone just call me Evan." He smiled at Sam and she raised her eyebrow.
Everyone nodded, obviously okay with it now that Evan was.
Mr. Schue watched in amazement how his club had changed in just a matter of minutes from getting three odd new students. He sat back and watched everyone else float off into their separate conversations.
He leaned against the piano and ran a hand over his face and mumbled to himself, "Welcome to Glee Club."