"Hi," A soft voice said from the other side of Sam's locker door. She sighed, not in the mood to interact with people yet because of the earliness of the morning.
She closed the locker a little bit to see the black girl from Glee club smiling at her. Sam had to admit, the girl had her own style and she admired that. The girl seemed to march to the beat of her own drum and she could especially tell by her funky outfits.
"Hey..." Sam said in a bored tone.
"I'm Mercedes," The girl reminded her and then reached into her bag, "I wanted to formally welcome you to Glee club, a greeting from me to you."
"Oh. Well thanks I guess but it's just a waste. By the third practice I come to everyone will either hate me, or be afraid of me so don't even bother."
"What? No one in Glee club will do that. Especially not me. You're different. I noticed that, and I admire it. That's the thing about us Glee kids, we're different from everyone else and we come together with that."
"Wow, you sound like a teacher. I'm already bored."
"Um, excuuuse me?" Mercedes asked, her attitude slipping into the two words.
"Look, no offense, but it's just how things are. I'm abrasive, I'm abusive, and I'm bitchy. I march to my own beat and no one else understands that so that's why I don't get along with people. Sorry." Sam said flatly, grabbing a book and shutting her locker. Wondering where Carly is with her coffee.
"Well I'm a bratty diva with a bad attitude. But even though I am I don't down on myself or expect people to not like me or anything else. I have style, and I have attitude and I'm proud of it."
Sam sighs again, "I guess you're right. You seem pretty cool..."
Mercedes smiles, "You are too. How about I be your first glee friend?"
Sam gives her a look, "If you want... So friend. Any nubs in this school?"
Mercedes smirks and Sam smirks back, "Jacob
"Great! Maybe this place isn't that bad after all..." Sam saw Carly walking their way toward her locker holding two coffee cups, a plastic bag, and a school book
"Hey Sam! Hey..."
"Mercedes,"
Carly nodded, "Sorry, I'm still trying to remember everyone's names." Sam snatches the coffee from Carly and takes a sip to make sure it was hers.
"What's in the bag?" She asked after she had downed about half of the cup.
"Fat-cakes, beef jerky-" Carly started but Sam snatched the bag and pulled a fat-cake out, ripping the wrapper off and sticking the whole sugary treat into her mouth.
Mercedes watched with a disgusted look and Carly held an amused one.
"And you two are best friends?" Mercedes asked, looking at the two completely opposite girls.
"Yep," Carly answered, "Ever since third grade."
Mercedes shook her head and the warning bell rang. The girls said goodbye and then headed off to class.
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"Hey," Finn said as he walked up to Freddie who was standing at his locker pulling a Spanish book out.
"Oh hi, Finn is it?" He asked and Finn nodded.
"So you have Spanish next?" Finn asked, nodding his head at the Spanish book in Freddie's hand.
"Yeah," The boy said, grabbing the book and looking over his locker for anything else he might need, "I speak a little bit already but I'm still a little rusty.
Finn nodded, "I guess we're in the same class," He commented, holding up his own Spanish book and giving Freddie a small welcoming smile.
"Oh cool. At least there'll be someone in there I know." He shut his locker and turned to Finn and they began walking to class together.
"So, I wanted to ask you, Me and some of the other guys from Glee are gonna hang out after practice at my place, you in?" Finn offered, easily keeping up with the slightly nerdy boy.
He's not that bad,He's just been spending too much time with girls. I'm going to take him under my wing and... show him the works. I'll transform him from geek to guy. Finn thought to himself as they turned a corner.
"Yeah that would be cool. I'm sure Carly and Sam wouldn't mind."
"You have to ask permission?"
Freddie hesitated, "Psshh, no. They don't... own me. I'm a dude, I do what I want." He replied, but his voice was too high to be believable.
Finn laughed, "Don't let a woman boss you around, You have to be independent and difficult and chill. You can't care too much about anything or she'll have you cleaning the house and carrying her purse in no time."
"Umm..." Freddie trailed off, embarrassed.
Finn stared at him, shocked, "You carry their purses?"
"Only because Sam will try to kill me if I don't!" Freddie defended as they walked into the Spanish room.
Finn shook his head and they headed for their seats, "You have so much to learn."
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"Okay everyone, we're going to have to cut this meeting short today. I am very sorry and upset about it, especially because it's Carly, Sam, and Freddie's first one, but I have an... appointment so we only have time for one performance today..."
Finn gave Freddie a look and Freddie hesitated before nodding, Finn raised his hand.
"Yes, Finn?"
"Mr. Schue, me and the other glee guys want to perform today."
Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow, "Okay then, Freddie too?" Freddie nodded in response and Mr. Schue smiled and continued, "Well, that's great! Come on guys." He clapped and took a seat as the glee guys stood up.
They all knew what to do because they had spent all of lunch talking about it while the girls, shooed over to a different table, watched suspiciously.
They arranged themselves into a small group and the Glee girls whispered to each other quietly, when the music started they were all quiet- except for Sam, who was loudly popping gum and looking bored.
A/N: This is Artie. This is Finn. This is all of the guys. This is Puck. This is Freddie, Mike, and (ahem) Evan.
Listen!
I'm sick of all this waiting
And people telling me what I should be
What if I'm not so crazy?
Maybe you're the one who's wrong, not me
So whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna say
When we're standing on top and do it our way?
You say we got no future, you're living in the past
So listen up, that's my generation
(Hey ho, let's go)
It's going down tonight
(Hey ho, let's go)
We're gonna do it till we die
(Hey ho, let's go)
'Cause I, I, I've got no reason to apologize
That's my generation
I don't need to say I'm sorry
I do what everybody wants to do
It's not so complicated
'Cause I know you want the same thing too
So whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna say
When we're standing on top and do it our way?
You say we got no future, you're living in the past
So listen up, that's my generation
(Hey ho, let's go)
It's going down tonight
(Hey ho, let's go)
We're gonna do it till we die
(Hey ho, let's go)
'Cause I, I, I've got no reason to apologize
That's my generation
(Hey ho, let's go)
That's my generation
(Hey ho, let's go)
We're gonna do it till we die
(Hey ho, let's go)
'Cause I, I, I've got no reason to apologize
That's my generation
The girls laughed and clapped at the end of the performance and Mr. Schue stood up and congratulated the boys. Before heading back to his seat, Finn clapped Freddie on the shoulder in congratulations and smiled.
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After glee practice, and everyone had already filed out Finn, Puck, Mike, Sam E., and Artie walked over to Freddie as he was talking to Sam and Carly.
"What the chizz dork? You're supposed to be buying me a smoothie after school." Sam was frowning about when they walked over.
"When did I agree to that? You made absolutely no plans with me for after school." Freddie asked.
"It should be implied." She glanced at the boys who now stood next to her and glared, "Fine. I don't wanna hang out with a nub anyway."
Puck arched his eyebrows and Finn chuckled.
"Whatever Sam," He said and turned to the guys, "Hey guys,"
Carly, eying Puck, finally joined in on the conversation, "Hi," She drew out, smiling warmly. Puck made eye contact and she felt her heart do flips; oh, how she loved bad boys.
Sam cooled her glare down, ignoring 'Evan', and addressed the other guys, "Hey," She said flatly, and then she looked at Freddie and smirked, "Have fun with Fredhead." And then she turned to Carly, "Come on Carles, let's go."
Carly smiled at the boys – mostly Puck- once more, before calling out a 'See ya later!' and then walking out the door with Sam.
The glee boys watched her leave and then the others looked at Freddie with confused looks and all spoke at one time.
"'Fredhead?'"
"What the-"
"That Sam girl's gonna kill me!" That one came from 'Evan' of course afraid for his life
"Are you with Sam?"
"Carly looked pretty hot today," None other than Puck, who was lucky Lauren wasn't around.
"Whoa whoa," Freddie said, holding his hands up and then thought back to all of their questions.
"The nickname thing is 'her thing'. Sam Evans she probably will kill you because of your dislike of ham. No, Sam and I are not an item and neither are Carly and I. I'm single for the most part. And Puck, I agree. That good for you?" He asked, looking at all of the guys for any other questions about his weird, weird friends.
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Twenty minutes later, they were all lounging on the couch at Finn's, looking for food.
"Yo Finn, Where's Kurt at?" Artie asked, biting into a chocolate chip cookie.
"He's out. Probably with Blaine."
Everyone continued with their food making. After finding as much junk food as they could stuff themselves with, they headed into the living room and Finn flicked the TV on.
After finding nothing interesting to watch other than a rerun of a basketball game, they started to talk.
"So dude, what's up with you and that Sam chick?" Mike asked Freddie, stuffing cheese doodles into his mouth.
Freddie shook his head as he chewed some beef jerky, "Well, we're friends, but then again we're not."
'Evan' raised an eyebrow, "Explain."
Freddie sighed and swallowed, "Well, we're like frenemies. We fight all the time, but it's never serious. And don't tell her I told you this- but we're actually really good friends."
Artie set his sandwich down and spoke, "I get it, so it's like a love hate relationship."
Freddie nodded.
They drifted into silence again and continued to watch the game until Puck spoke.
"So, whadaya think of the glee girls?"
Freddie thought for a moment, "Honestly, they're pretty hot. Especially.. what's her name... Oh, Quinn."
'Evan' and Finn froze. Puck smiled slyly, "So, you wanna date her?"
Before Freddie could reply, both Finn and 'Evan' jumped up and exclaimed, "NO!"
They looked at each other and glared before sitting down.
Freddie smirked, "Relax. I don't want to date her. She's not my type."
Both guys let out a deep breath and Finn spoke, "Sorry dude, she's my girlfriend."
Freddie nodded and changed the subject, slipping into the flow 'guy time'.