A/N: New week, new chapter. I'm excited about this one, because I feel like we are finally getting into the actually story. I hope I've done everyone justice, and if there are any questions feel free to talk to me. And please review.

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WESTBANK HIGH GLEE CLUB

Anya Jacobs

Ashleigh Rayne

Dylan Jamieson

Elizabeth Fletcher

Emilio Rivera

Evan Conaway

Gregory Morin

Jordan Greenaway

Levi Wilson

Perry Dawson

Sabrina Mallory

Shay Meyers

Spencer McCall

Sunny Park

NEXT PRACTICE, TUESDAY, 3:00, CHIOR ROOM

Ashleigh grinned, jumping up once and clapping her hands together. "We made it," she exclaimed, turning to Dylan. "You must've actually tried during your audition, I told you you were good."

Dylan sighed rolling her eyes and slouching against the wall as he watched his girlfriend. "Yeah, sure babe, whatever you say," he replied sarcastically.

"Oh, hush, I know you tried," Ashleigh argued. "You can't lie to me." She looked back to the sheet, reading over the list of names. "Look, Sabrina made it too."

"Great," Dylan commented, voice filled with boredom. He wasn't even looking at Ashleigh, instead focused on his phone.

Ashleigh ignored that fact that Dylan was ignoring her and continued speaking. "You are coming to practice tomorrow, right?" she asked, hands on her hips when she didn't receive an immediate answer. "Come on, one practice?"

Dylan groaned, finally looking up. "One."

Ashleigh grinned. "Great," she chirped, giving Dylan a quick kiss. "Gotta go to class. Don't cause trouble," she warned playfully, giving Dylan a wink before fluttering away.

Shay leaned against the wall with her arms crossed as she watched people walk up to the bulletin board to check the newly-posted Glee Club list. It was actually somewhat surprising how popular Glee was. She had already watched at least three people walk away disappointed.

She hadn't gone to check herself yet. She didn't even really care, of course, though she was sure that she was better than half the losers she had watched audition the other day. She wasn't even sure why she had auditioned. Boredom, she reasoned with herself. Besides, there were bound to be tons of nerds in Glee Club for her to mess with.

"I heard Ms. Rodgers say you were way too nasally," she told another saddened girl as she passed, voice feigning comfort because she didn't make it. The girl's face contorted with dejection, and Shay didn't even wait until she had turned the corner to begin laughing. It was just much too easy to mess with these people, they were practically begging her to do it.

The bell rang, but Shay made no move to leave her post against the wall. Soon, the halls cleared out, and she was basically alone, just staring at the bulletin board from across the hall. There was no way she could read it from where she was. She pursed her plump lips, glancing down the hallway to make sure no one was around to see her read the Glee Club listing of all things.

Shay pushed herself off of the wall, brushing her dirty blond bangs from her eyes as she sauntered lazily across the hall. She was in no rush to see the board, or to get to History class, for the matter.

Soon enough she reached the bulletin board, straightening up slightly as her eyes scanned it quickly.

"Hm," she murmured to herself. There she was, three names from the bottom. "Interesting."

A door opened, and Shay quickly slid away from the board just as a teacher stuck their head out into the hallway.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" they questioned.

Shay shoved her hands into her pockets, rolling her eyes. "Yeah yeah," she said. "I'm on my way."

Sabrina tapped her pen against her desk, desperately trying to pay attention as Ms. Rodgers spoke. It was easier said than done, though, considering their first Glee Club meeting was only twenty minutes away. She hadn't been focused all day, and now it was last period and she was so close to being done school. Even Rodgers was excited, Sabrina could tell. She had looked at the clock five times in as many minutes during her lesson.

Sabrina sighed to herself, as quietly as she could, but the boy next to her still shot her a dirty look before quickly returning his eyes to the front of the class. Sabrina rolled her blue eyes, that kid obviously didn't have anything better to do than sit in class and talk about Lord of the Flies. Not that it wasn't a good book, of course, there were just other places she wanted to be.

Like at Glee Club. Sabrina wanted to be at Glee Club.

She still had about fifteen minutes to wait though, and she was sure those fifteen minutes were going to feel more like fifty if how the last five had passed by was any indication.

"Will you stop that?" hissed the boy from beside her, breaking Sabrina out of her thoughts.

Sabrina blinked, eyes leaving the clock and narrowing on the boy. "Stop what?"

He nodded his head to her pen. "That annoying tapping," he replied.

Sabrina glanced at her pen, which was hovering above her notebook, ready to hit back down and make another noise. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said. "Only if you stop that annoying thing you're doing with your voice," she retorted.

"What?"

"Talking," Sabrina replied with a smirk, turning her head back to the front, but setting her pen down anyway. Her eyes flickered to the clock once more. At least her conversation with her classmate had taken up three minutes.

Three minutes. Only three minutes. Sabrina groaned, out loud, throwing her head back and ignoring the looks from some of her annoyed classmates. She didn't even bother to see if Ms. Rodgers had heard. The teacher would understand anyway.

Twenty minutes was starting to feel like forever.

"Come on, Levi, let's get outta here," a boy with shaggy brown hair called to his friend, pulling up his sagging pants.

"I can't, Chris," Levi said, shrugging.

Chris furrowed his brows. "Why not, man?" he questioned. "There's no way you wanna spend any more time in this Hell hole than you need to," he continued.

"Well, yeah."

"Do you have some lame club meeting to go to or something?" Chris wondered jokingly.

Levi chuckled, brushing off the comment. "Nah, man, detention," he explained, a lie of course.

Chris nodded, that made sense. "What did you do this time?"

"As if I know," Levi said with a casual chuckle. "Anyway, get out of here, I'll see you later."

Chris nodded, picking up his backpack. "Alright," he replied, turning and slowly walking away.

Levi waited until his friend was around the corner and out of sight before moving. No way did her want anyone knowing that he was going to Glee Club. It was something to do though, better than going home, but his friends didn't need to know that.

He entered the choir room with his backpack slung over one shoulder, smirking as he spotted a familiar face sitting in the back row. He moved to plop down in the seat next to her.

"Hey there, little orphan Annie."

Perry turned to face him, scooting her chair farther away. Her eyes narrowed. "What did I say about calling me that," she snapped.

"Alright, whatever. What are you doing here anyway?" he questioned.

"Perhaps I just love show choir," Perry responded, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What about you, tough guy?"

Levi shrugged, demeanour changing. "Something to do, I guess."

Perry smirked, well aware that she had struck a chord. "I don't care, anyway," she assured, leaning forwards, elbows resting against her knees. "What I really want to know is what gave you the bright idea that we were friends."

"We aren't," Levi replied.

"Right," Perry confirmed. "Then why the hell are you talking to me?" she retorted, sitting back in her chair and once again facing the front.

Levi grumbled to himself, facing the front as well. He didn't even know why he was talking to Perry in the first place, he just liked to annoy her, but then again, she was pretty good at getting the last word, which he hated, so what was the point? Whatever. Glee was about to start anyway.

The bell had rang about ten minutes ago when Anya Jacobs made her way into the choir room, clutching her shoulder bag in one hand.

The choir room wasn't very big, but big enough for a piano and a set of drums. A couple of guitars were even resting against the dirty chalkboard at the front. There were three microphones, complete with stands that Anya nearly tripped over as she passed. She didn't see the point of them anyway, the room was small enough that you would be able to hear someone sing without them. Well, maybe not herself, but she had always been kind of quiet.

At the other side of the room, three rows of blue plastic chairs were set up. The meeting hadn't even started yet, and still the seats was pretty full.

A small boy sat in the front row, bouncing up and down in his seat, face full of excitement. Two seats down from him, a Korean girl sat with a straight back, eyes trained on the front. Also in the front, two girls sat chatting animatedly. The boy next the them was slouched in his chair, listening and giving a nod every so often to one of the girls, the one with dark hair, who would give him a beautiful smile.

Anya passed two boys in the second row who looked to be in deep conversation.

"Come on, Greg, lighten up," the one said. "We aren't even missing practice."

The boy called Greg nodded. "Alright," he agreed, though he didn't sound at all enthusiastic.

Another boy sat in the same row, a couple seat down. He was twiddling his thumbs, vivid green eyes roaming around the room. He caught Anya's gaze, and gave her a small, charming smile.

Anya looked away, blushing, eyes travelling down the row to a redhead would was leaning back in her chair, feet up on a second on. She looked to be listening to others' conversations, chuckling to herself.

Anya glanced down at her feet, moving towards the back row.

On the other end of the set of chairs sat a girl and a boy, both tanned. The girl was leaning back in her chair, arms crossed, as the boy spoke to her, smirk on his face even as she continued to ignore him.

Anya sat in the back corner, closest to her was a small girl who was fidgeting with her hands. She turned to Anya as she sat down, eyes narrowing into a scrutinizing gaze.

"You," she said. "You're the girl who ran into me in the hall last week."

Anya frowned, taken aback by the accusation. "Pardon me?" she wondered. She ran into many people.

The girl scowled. "You need to learn how to walk," she stated simply.

"Sorry," Anya murmured, looking away. She glanced around the room once more, doing a quick count in her head and furrowing her brows. There were fifteen people, including herself, but she could've sworn there had been sixteen names on the sheet. Was someone not coming?

Just as Anya was thinking that, the door swung open and the sixteenth member strolled in. She was athletic and muscular, with eyes that were very blue. She was extremely pretty, Anya noticed, though found herself reddening at the thought. The girl moved across the room lazily, not making eye contact with anyone as she plopped herself dead centre in the second row of chairs.

Moments later, Ms. Rodgers stepped out of the connecting office and into the choir room, as if she had just been watching and waiting for the last girl to arrive. She moved to the centre of the room, facing the group at kids and smiling brightly at them, though Anya could tell by the wringing of her hands that she was quite nervous.

"Alright, hey guys," she began, somewhat lamely. "I'm Ms. Rodgers, as I'm sure you all know, and welcome to the first meeting of Westbank's first ever Glee Club," she exclaimed.

There was a pregnant pause where nobody spoke, and Ms. Rodgers eyes scanned the room as if she expected at least one person to respond enthusiastically. When nobody did, or even showed that the might consider it, Ms. Rodgers clapped her hands together nervously, and the sharp sound made Anya jump in her chair slightly.

"Okay so I'm sure most of you already know how this works, but I'll go over it. So the point of a Glee Club is to choreograph to and perform songs in competitions. We need 12 people to compete, and we have 16, so that's good," Ms. Rodgers explained, eyes bright with excitement. "And our first competition is in early December," she finished. "Any questions?"

Again nobody responded, and yet that didn't seem to deter Ms. Rodgers in the slightest, because she was still grinning brightly. "Also, practices will be Tuesdays and Fridays normally, and we will make them more often when competition approaches, or if we want. Does that cause any problems for anyone?"

The boy in front of Anya in the second row raised his hand. "Um, sometimes we have basketball games on Fridays," he explained, motioning between him and the boy sitting to his left.

"Oh, and we might have cheer if there is a game going on later," piped up the blonde girl in the front row.

Ms. Rodgers nodded. "Okay, that's alright," she assured. "Just try and make as many practices as you can, and you might have to skip your other activities when we have a performance coming up," she explained. "Anyway, let's get to this week's assignment."

The teacher backed up to the chalk board behind her, turning to scribble on it in neat printing.

Introductions, it read.

"Introductions," Ms. Rodgers read out loud, smiling at the group. "When you guys come back here on Friday, I want you to prepare a song that you would like to use to introduce yourself to the rest of the group. Whether it is your favourite song, or something you think describes you well, or just a song that makes you happy, doesn't matter," she continued.

Those who had someone sitting with them turned to the other person to quietly converse, and soon the murmuring filled the room. Anya glanced to her side, but when she did the girl next to her wasn't even looking, for which she was thankful. Anya didn't really want to talk to anyone, mostly because she had no idea what song she could sing. There was no way she could sing something in Russian without everybody thinking she was strange, and no one would understand her anyways. Maybe she just wouldn't sing anything at all.

Ms. Rodgers clapped her hands together again, and this time Anya didn't jump. "Alright kids," she said, eyes bright. "Get your songs ready, I'll see you Friday.

"Eh, look, EJ is home," cried Emilio's older brother Max as he slipped through the side door and into the kitchen. Max grinned, leaning against the counter. "What's up, junior?"

"Shut up, Max," Emilio grumbled under his breath.

"Hey, Emilio, don't be rude to your brother," snapped his father, entering to room. Oscar Rivera was a tall, dark-haired man with a stern looking face and an even more stern disposition. He straightened his tie as he made his way into the kitchen. He probably just got home from work a few minutes ago, perfect timing.

EJ shrunk visibly, all the comfort and happiness that had bubbled inside him during Glee Club slowly diminishing. "Sorry, Pop," he mumbled apologetically. He was always significantly quieter around his family than he was at school.

Oscar nodded. "Good boy," he said to his youngest, crossing his arms. "Where were you anyway, son? I see you're just getting home. Didn't school end a couple hours ago?"

EJ bit his lip, hesitating. "Yeah Pop, I uh..." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his head. "I was at basketball practice."

Oscar furrowed his dark brows. "I thought there wasn't any practice on Tuesdays," he replied.

"Yeah, there's not," Emilio responded. "Uh, Greg and I just wanted to get some extra practice in, coach says we need to work on our defence," he lied quickly, shifting his weight from side to side.

Oscar nodded, considering this for a moment. "Alright," he decided. "Now go clean up. Your mother says dinner is in ten."

"Yes, Pop," EJ replied, quickly turning and fleeing up to her bedroom.

Once upstairs, he closed his bedroom door behind him and flopped down onto his bed. Emilio took a moment to breathe. He hated lying to his family, but then again he had been lying to them foe quote some time now. Either way, he couldn't tell them that he had joined Glee Club. He was already the black sheep of the family, and if there was one thing EJ didn't want to do it was to alienate himself further from the rest of his family.

Rivera boys didn't sing and dance, it wasn't something they did. Except Emilio, of course, but some days he wished that he had never been a Rivera at all.

Hope you enjoyed! If you have an idea for what your character would sing for the first assignment, please tell me!

Thanks for reading.