The next week, Freddie nervously twaddled thumbs as he sat in the choir room with the rest of the glee club. He had been spending a little time with the guys lately (of course spending twice that time with Carly and Sam), and they told him that after his introduction into glee club last week, it was time for his debut.
He remembered picking the song with the guys and chuckled quietly before getting nervous again and running a hand through his hair.
He could faintly hear the voices around him chattering and vaguely registered Mr. Schue speaking to the group. He had already spoken to Mr. Schue during Spanish to ask if he could 'debut' today. All he had to do was wait for his name to be called.
"You all, I have to say. I'm very disappointed." Mr. Schue says, staring at them all seriously.
"What did we do?" Artie asks.
"Look, Mr Schue, if this is about that thing I put in your desk-" Puck starts but Mr. Schue interrupts.
"Wait, what? You put something in my desk?" Mr. Schue questioned, folding his arms.
Puck let out a deep breath of relief while everyone else laughed. "Oh, nothing." Puck said coolly.
"Puck you better-" Mr. Schue started but Mercedes interrupted.
"Mr. Schue, you were saying?"
"Yeah, what did... they do." Rachel asked, making a tsking noise and giving everyone a disapproving looks.
Santana turned and looked at Rachel in disgust, "Please, Berry. He's probably talking about that nightmare of an outfit you're wearing."
Rachel gasped and crossed her arms, "Plaid is very fashionable. Besides, I set my own trends. Right Brittany?" She chirped, smiling at Brittany.
"Train? Why are we talking about trains?" Brittany asked scrunching her eyebrows.
Artie patted Brittany's leg, "Trend. She said trend. Maybe you should take the earmuffs off now..."
"But my mom said it would be chilly today."
"It's almost spring." Lauren commented from the back.
"It is kind of chilly..." Santana agreed with Brittany.
Quinn scoffed, "Figures you'd agree with her."
"Excuse me, baby mama?"
Quinn glared at her, "You say it's cold but you're dressed like you couldn't find your corner."
Everyone gasped and Puck started chanting 'Chick fight' until Lauren punched him in the arm.
"You did not just say that." Santana hissed.
"I think I did."
"You are such a-" Santana started but was interrupted by Mr. Schue.
"Hey! HEY! That is enough. You all are acting like animals. Now I really am disappointed."
"Yeah you guys," Mercedes chimed in, looking around, "This is Carly, Sam, and Freddie's first week here and you've probably already scared them off."
Carly laughed and looked at the empty seat next to them where Sam should have been. She hadn't seen Sam since sixth period and didn't know where she had run off to.
Freddie looked at her and rolled his eyes as Carly stopped giggling and spoke to the group. "Puh-lease. You all should see Sam and Freddie on a daily basis."
The group laughed out loud and Freddie blushed before shooting Carly a playful disapproving look.
"Anyway, Freddie, you can go ahead now if you want. We don't have time for anything else. We'll have to talk about what I wanted to talk about at next rehearsal." Mr. Schue glared and shook his head before taking a seat.
Freddie stood up and motioned to Puck, Evan, and Finn, who all got up and went to their designated instruments: Evan and Puck on acoustic and Finn on drums. Evan, Puck, and Freddie grabbed stools and each took a seat, Freddie in the middle.
Evan started playing the opening notes and the other two boys joined in.
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody's gon' tell me I can't
The glee ladies watch disgustedly as the glee guys let their hands linger near their...'pants'.
I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Carly arched an eyebrow, and so did Quinn. Freddie didn't seem like the singing type. Everyone else is smiling at the new talent (because Freddie really wasn't that bad) and a few people were mouthing the words and bopping back and forth.
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, nothing at all
Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she's gonna scream out
This is great
Puck pipes in in a girly voice.
(Oh my god, this is great)
Everyone laughs and someone yelled out 'yeah right'.
Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Freddie glanced at the door, smiling as he sang, and could have sworn he saw a flash of blonde hair. He scrunched his eyebrows but waved the incident away and continued on singing.
I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Evan struck the last note and Finn threw his drumsticks in the air, Puck jumped up and grabbed one of them before Finn could and winked at Carly after doing so. Lauren crossed her arms and frowned.
Mr. Schue stood, clapping along with everyone else. He spoke over the laughter and clapping in the background, "Good job, Freddie!"
Puck, Finn, and Evan smiled at Freddie and Puck hit him on the back, "Good job, dude! You're gonna fit in just fine here."
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At first, Sam had had no intention of skipping Glee rehearsal that day. In fact, ever since befriending Mercedes and Lauren, Sam was actually pretty excited (Not that she would ever admit it) to go to rehearsal and have fun.
The problem was, even though Sam had always been the confident one, the loud one, and the fearless one... she did have insecurities.
And leave it to her to choose a club where you have to personally sing and express emotions through song, putting it all out there, in front of a large amount of people.
Sam had been singing for as long as she could remember and, as far as she was concerned, she was actually pretty good. She often sang songs to herself when she was alone of trying to busy herself, just to pass time.
Now don't get it wrong, Sam Puckett is one bad chick... but she's also human. And her biggest fear, like ever, was rejection. Believe it or not, Sam Puckett was scared shitless of being rejected, hated, or abandoned. She feared that maybe no one else would like her singing voice, what if she only heard it so well because she was her? What if everyone else thought she sucked?
She didn't even want to take the chance.
So instead, she spent the time waiting for Carly and the Dork to be done by practicing some kind of cheer routine Sue had showed them at the last practice, and roaming the hallways.
Toward the time rehearsal was supposed to end, Sam walked over and waited outside the door. She heard music coming from the inside (shocker) and peered through the glass on the door and noticed FredGeek sitting on a stool singing along to something. She pressed her ear closer to the door and heard his voice better over the music.
She gasped.
He was actually pretty go-.
No, Puckett. No, He... he sucks. And don't you dare think otherwise. Sam scolded herself and then looked up again to see Freddie looking her way. She quickly ducked down and ditched her plan to wait. Instead, she hoisted her bag up and ran out of the doors, to a nearby Smoothie Hut she had yet to try.
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"So, everyone, continuing what I was saying the other day, I am very disappointed."
Mercedes sighed, "Mr. Schue will you please tell us what in the world is wrong before this practice turns into an episode of Maury."
Sam, who decided to come to rehearsal today (With much pleading from Carly Shay), snickered and Carly frowned, giving her a 'that's not funny' look.
Mr. Schue, who looked very determined about something, smiled at Mercedes. "I'm getting there. First, answer this question. What does everyone need for a rockin' performance?" He questioned.
Brittany spoke out, "A magic comb." She said sadly and glanced apologetically at Artie, who just smiled and patted her knee.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and spoke next, "Hot shoes and hoop earrings."
"Like, on fire?" Brittany asked.
"No, Britt, she means cute shoes." Santana spoke up, "I think that for a rockin' performance you need to look hot."
Rachel shook her head and stood up, "Those are cute suggestions you all made but everyone know that in order to have a great performance, you need a great song." She smirked smugly and Sam raised an eyebrow, "Right Mr. Schue?"
Mr. Schue frowned, "Well... Rachel, that's part of it. But I'm talking about reaching inside of yourself, what do you need to push you to get out there and be confident in your performance?"
The room was silent for a few minutes before Carly shyly raised her hand, "Um... motivation?"
Mr. Schue smiled at her, "Yes!" He walked over to the white board and turned it around. Written on the board in Mr. Schue's handwriting, was the word Hope in big letters and circled.
He picked up a red dry erase marker and wrote Motivation outside of the circle. "And?" He questioned the rest of the group.
"A dream." Mr. Schue wrote Dreams on the board.
"Support" Mr. Schue snapped his fingers at the good suggestion and wrote it on the board.
After a few more suggestions, Mr. Schue had also written Confidence, , Knowledge, Belief in Yourself, Perseverance, Faith, Aspiration, Assurance, and Determination.
"Oh, Mr. Schue, how about Courage." Freddie suggested.
Mr. Schue smiled, scribbling madly on the board and turned around grinning broadly, "Great! You all, this is great! This is what I wanted to talk about. Lately, no one has any spirit or confidence at McKinley anymore. Especially not you all."
"He's right." Tina agreed, "Yesterday, Mike wouldn't shut up about how he thinks he'll choke at Regionals.
"Yeah, and Quinn has been brushing her hair like, nonstop." Puck chimed, and everyone looked at Quinn.
Mr. Schue intervened before it could turn in to a brawl, "Yeah, you all seem to have trouble believing yourselves and having faith."
He gestured to the words on the board, all surrounding the word Hope. "So this is your assignment for the week. I want you all to come up with a song about having faith and believing yourself and exploring your inner greatness."
Everyone nodded and got up to leave, chattering as they headed out.
Carly glanced at Freddie, who was talking to Finn, and then back up at Sam, who was standing up and grabbing her bag. "Sam?" She asked.
"Yeah, Carles."
"Um... can you please, please, go get my duffel for me? I left it in the gym and I really need to talk to Mr. Schue before he leaves.
Sam sighed.
"Please? I'll have Spencer make fried chicken and ribs, just for you." She begged uneasily.
Sam perked a bit and then shrugged, "Sure, meet you out front?"
"Yeah, okay." Carly agreed and watched Sam walk out of the classroom, glad she hadn't forced Freddie to go with her.
She stood up and walked over to where Freddie and Finn were talking and they both looked at her as she approached.
"Freddie, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Freddie nodded, "Sure. Finn, I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah, Okay. Later. Bye Carly." He waved and walked over to talk to Mr. Schue.
Carly led Freddie out into the hall and stopped near a few lockers.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Freddie asked, adjusting his bag.
Carly glanced around uneasily and then leaned in, speaking quietly, "I have a proposition for you."