Just to let you all know, when I write things like 'gonna' instead of 'going to' or 'wanna' instead of 'want to', it's not because I'm lazy or anything, it's just because that's how I imagine these characters would talk. Enjoy!

Will Schuester's POV:

After taking a quick break and discussing this year's auditionees, Santana, Will and Blaine took their respective seats in the auditorium and called for the next person to come on stage. A boy with huge, black-rimmed hipster glasses and impeccably styled black hair walked onto the stage. Will could tell that he was nervous even before he began talking.

"Hi, eh, my name is Austen Fischer and I'll be singing... Dark Horse by Katy Perry." The boy squeaked nervously.

Will nodded and Santana laughed at his nervousness. The music began playing and Austen took a very deep breath.

"I knew you were

You were gonna come to me

And here you are,

But you better choose carefully.

'Cause I, I'm capable of anything

Of anything and everything."

Every lyric that Austen sung was polished to perfection. Will liked him a lot. He reminded him of a young Blaine. Will ticked his name and called for the next person.

Charlotte Hudson walked on-stage. She was Finn Hudson's cousin. Will met her at Finn's funeral, and they've talked a few times since.

"I'm Charlotte Hudson and I'll be singing If Nobody Believed In You by Joe Nichols." Charlotte announced, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"I watched him take the two-strike call

He hadn't tried to swing at all.

I guess he'd had all that he could take,

He walked away, for goodness sake.

His father's voice was loud and mean:

'You won't amount to anything.'"

Her singing brought a tear to Will's eyes. She sounded a lot like Finn when she sung. Will gladly ticked her name and thanked her for performing.

Santana Lopez's POV:

Santana slyly rubbed the tears from her eyes. Crying twice in one day was not a good sign.

"I'm getting soft," Santana said aloud, 'After this I'm gonna go and make some kids cry.'

Will chuckled and called the next person on-stage. An Asian boy with spiked, jet-black hair swaggered on-stage.

"I'm Aaron Oliver Kim and I'm singing Roller Coaster by Blink-182." The boy told them.

"Breathing deeply, walking backwards,

finding strength to call and ask her

Roller-coaster favourite ride,

Let me kiss you one last time.

Leave me standing here, act like I'm not around,

The coaster will probably never clear, can I please go home now

I had that dream about you again.

Where I wait outside until you let me in,

And there I stay."

There wasn't anything extra special or different about Aaron's voice, but Santana liked him. She didn't know why, she just liked him. She ticked his name and yelled for the next person to come on-stage.

A tall boy with brown hair sauntered on-stage. Santana had to block her eyes from the light that reflected off his sequence jacket.

"I'm Joshua Shapiro and I'm singing Good Enough by Little Mix." The boy said with excitement.

Santana cringed at his peppiness.

"Ugh, he reminds me of Lady Hummel." She whispered.

She felt Blaine tense beside her and she grinned.

"I am the diamond you left in the dust

I am the future you lost in the past

Seems like I never compared

Wouldn't notice if I disappeared.

You stole the love that I saved for myself

And I watched you give it to somebody else

But these scars no longer I hide

I found the light you shut inside

Couldn't love me if you tried."

Joshua's voice was gentle and soothing, and it made Santana feel drowsy. Overall though, Santana liked the look of him. She hated to admit it, but she liked his fashion sense. She ticked his name.

Blaine Anderson's POV:

Blaine liked that last guy, he reminded him of Kurt. With a faint smile, Blaine ticked the boy's name and asked for the next person on stage. A boy with short, dirty-blond hair wandered on-stage, gazing about him. He stood in the centre of the stage and looked straight up at the three judges.

"Hi, I'm Noel Daring," He introduced himself, 'and I...'

Noel's eyes trailed to the ceiling and he stared up with complete awe. Blaine raised his eyebrows and Santana began laughing silently to herself.

"Noel?" Blaine asked.

The boy snapped back to attention, 'Oh, sorry! I'll be singing Home by Phillip Phillips.'

Blaine nodded and Santana stopped laughing.

"Hold on, to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

Just know you're not alone

Cause I'm gonna make this place your home."

Noel's singing voice was great. But that's not why Blaine ticked his name. He was very intriguing.

"Thanks Noel!" Will said, 'Okay, last person.'

A very tall boy with messy, ash-brown hair shuffled on-stage and gazed up at Blaine with a pained look on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Oh, yeah. Your face is just annoying." The boy replied.

Santana erupted into laughter and Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Uhm, okay," Blaine said, 'Can you introduce yourself?'

"I'm Conor Fitzroy and I'm singing Love With The Proper Stranger."

Blaine didn't have time to reply before the music started playing.

"I could fall in love with the proper stranger

If I heard the bells and the banjos ring

If two certain eyes with the look of danger

Smiled a welcome warm as spring.

If the beating in my heart

Sounded out a warning

Don't let her

Don't let her walk through the door

This is the one you've been waiting for

Oh, yes, I'd know

However wild it seems

You know I'd know

Conor's voice was fantastic. It was very loud and velvety. As soon as he was finished, everyone in the auditorium stood up and clapped. Blaine put a huge tick beside his name.

Tayla Mallory's POV:

"Ugh, thank God I can leave now." Tayla said as she stood up from her chair in the auditorium and stretched.

"It wasn't that bad," Avalon replied, smoothing the creases on her Cheerios uniform, 'Hey, do you wanna come back to mine?'

"Yeah sure." Tayla replied, trying to hide her excitement.

Avalon smiled and Tayla followed her out to the car park. They climbed into Avalon's brand new BMW and drove out of the school car park.

"You were really good by the way." Avalon complimented Tayla.

Tayla smiled, 'Nah, you were better.'

"Whatever you say," Avalon grinned, 'I'm starved, do you wanna go get something to eat?'

"Sure, where?" Tayla replied.

Avalon thought for a minute before replying, 'How about Breadstix?'

"Sounds great." Tayla smiled.

After ten minutes, they finally arrived at Breadstix. Avalon and Tayla climbed out of the car and strolled to the entrance.

"Avalon!" Tayla heard someone scream.

The two girls spun around to see Christopher Jacobs jogging towards them, his three chins bouncing up and down as he did so. Tayla noticed that he had Avalon's handkerchief wrapped around his wrist.

"Oh, hey!" Avalon said, faking a smile.

Christopher stopped in front of them and stared at Avalon for a minute.

"Can we help you, Jabba?" Tayla asked, cringing at her Star Wars reference.

Christopher scoffed, 'Do I look my home-world is Nal Hutta?'

"What?" Tayla said.

Christopher replied in some weird language and Tayla stepped away from him.

"Do you want something, Chris?" Avalon asked.

Christopher blushed, 'Only my Mom calls me Chris... Can you say it again?'

Avalon raised an eyebrow, 'Chris?'

Christopher made a noise like a dying whale and ran away.

"What a freak." Tayla said.

Avalon laughed and Tayla followed her inside.

Zachary Peterson's POV:

Zachary collapsed in a heap on his bed and screamed when he heard his phone ringing.

(Zach, Austen)

Hello?

Zack! It's Austen. Where did you go? I didn't see you after the auditions!

Oh, sorry. I came straight home. It's been a long day.

Oh, that's fine. What ya doing?

Lying in bed, trying to resist the urge to hang up on you and sleep.

Hmm, and how's that going for you?

Not well. What are you doing?

Just watching Pocahontas.

Seriously? How old are you? Seven?

Hey! You're never too old for Disney!

Yeah, yeah whatever.

*Laughs* Hey, Zach? Can I ask you something?

No, I'm not going to that Harry Potter theme park in London with you.

Not that!

Okay, go ahead.

What was Blake saying to you in the toilets after I left?

...

Zach?

...

Zach!

...

Oh my god, you fell asleep didn't you!

Huh? What?

You fell asleep...

What? No I didn't! I dropped my phone!

Lies!

Haha, anyway what did you want to ask me?

Oh, ehm... have you finished that Book Report yet?

You called me late in the evening to ask if I finished that Book Report?

Yes.

Yes, I did. Have you?

I'm working on it now. I better go, see ya tomorrow!

See ya!

Zachary hung up and threw the phone onto his bed. He turned on his music and turned the volume up.

"Ah, the perks of being home alone." He sighed to himself.

Zachary jumped onto his bed and drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, he woke to the sound of tiny pebbles hitting his bedroom window. He shut off his music and peered outside. The sky was a dark blue colour and grey clouds swirled over-head.

Zachary's eyes widened when he saw Blake Phillips standing on his front lawn.

"Oh my god..." Zachary said, running down the stairs.

Zachary opened his door and Blake walked towards him.

"Hey, Zack. Can I come in?" Blake asked, smirking.

"How do you know where I live?" Zachary screeched.

Blake shrugged and pushed past Zachary into his house.

"Hey! Get out!" Zachary screamed.

Blake ignored him and climbed the stairs. Zachary ran up after him.

"Is this your room?" Blake asked, pointing to Zachary's closed bedroom door.

"No." Zachary lied.

Blake laughed and opened the door. Zachary ran back downstairs and locked his front door to prevent any more crazy psychos from entering his house. Zachary climbed the stairs again and jogged into his room.

Blake was sitting on his bed, looking through Zachary's collection of CDs.

"Do you mind telling me what you're doing here?" Zachary asked.

Blake looked up, 'I was bored.'

"So? Go hook up with one of your booty calls or something." Zachary said.

"Meh." Blake replied simply.

Defeated, Zachary sat down next to Blake on his bed.

"You have a lot of trophies." Blake said, staring at Zachary's full trophy cabinet.

"Thanks." Zachary replied.

"You're really talented." Blake complimented him.

Zachary blushed, 'Thanks.'

Zachary looked at Blake and their eyes met. Blake leaned forward and kissed Zachary. Zachary kissed him back and soon, Blake was lying down on Zachary's bed with Zachary on top of him.

"Wait, I thought you liked Austen?" Zachary asked.

Blake didn't reply and started to kiss down Zachary's neck.

Wow, Zachary thought, He's good.

And the plots begin! I hope you enjoyed! If you have time, leave a review to let me know how I got on! See you all next week!