3I do not own Glee or any of its characters. I only own my OC characters. Everything else belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX. I also do not own any songs in this chapter.
I woke up at 7AM on Monday to the sound of my phone ringing. I felt for it on my dresser and then looked to see it was Macy video calling me. Seriously? "I didn't take you for being a morning person." I answered the call.
"Well, I figured you'd need some help to pick out your outfit for your first day." Macy responded. "And clearly, you need my help."
"Actually, I need coffee since you decided to wake me before my alarm did." I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Well considering this is the first time you'll be able to pick an outfit to wear to school since like the second grade, you're going to need all the extra time you can get. We can't have you going to school looking like a third grader." I had to laugh at Macy's response and then forced myself out of bed, turning on the radio.
"Maybe your phone has bad quality." I opened my closet to look over what I could wear.
"And that is why I'm on the way to your house as we speak." Macy responded.
"Please tell me you're bringing bagels." I could kill for one right now.
Not even two minutes later, Macy came into my room. "I let myself in." And then she held up a bagel from the bagel place around the corner, up in the air. I didn't hesitate to take it from her and then grab a chocolate chip bagel from inside the bag. "You know there's cream cheese in there too, right?" She noticed that I didn't even bother with that.
"The chocolate ones don't need that." I took another two bites out of the bagel as I answered.
"Geez Karls, still starving yourself?"
"God no." I shook my head. Never again. "I think I would actually rather die." I missed eating too much and I don't know if it was because of the dieting attempts, but I've been getting really hungry lately.
"Better be careful, you might gain half a pound." Macy attempted to mock Connie as she then handed me a blouse from inside my closet.
"Don't care. I'm not a cheerleader anymore." I couldn't believe how happy I felt saying that. If only I had made the connection on how miserable being one made me earlier.
"So besides glee club, what are you going to do?" I threw my pajamas off and then put on the blouse. It was white with goldish pineapples on it. Then I put on some jean shorts.
"I don't know." I shrugged. I hadn't thought about it yet, but I did love sports. "I'll have to see if they have any sports for girls. Other than cheerleading."
"If not, then just ask to be on the football team. They can't discriminate if they don't give you other options." Macy suggested and I laughed. Well, if it came to it, I could try it; just not for football.
"So what do you think?" I needed her opinion on the outfit so far.
"You just need the right shoes." Macy said as she went through and picked out my pair of brown ankle boots. "Perfect!"
"And did we really need an hour for this?" I had to walk over and turn my alarm off as it started to go off.
"Well, this just means we have more time to eat bagels."
"I'm okay with that." I took another from the bag after finishing the first one. I decided to put some cream cheese on this one.
"So what do you think the first day of glee club will be like?"
"Probably auditions since McKinley is just starting back. Our private schools started earlier than everyone else." If only I had been convinced to change schools during the summer. It would have saved me some headaches from those first two weeks of homework. "Since I already auditioned, I'll probably get to sit with the other current members." It would probably be a bit awkward since I wouldn't know anybody yet.
"Well since you don't get to audition at school today, why don't you sing here?"
"Why would I want to do that?" I asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
"Because I haven't heard you sing in forever and you love me. Also, don't you want to annoy your brother like he did to you for years?" I was intrigued by that third thing.
"Well when you put it like that." I smirked as Macy went over to the radio and turned it up after flipping over a station. Seriously? This is the song on now? Oh well…
Oh oh
Last year's old news
I'm breaking out my six string
And playing from my heart
It's not deja vu
Cause it's another year
That's how this chapter starts
I'm gonna run so fast til I can't breathe
Come along and follow me
Let's make some noise like we never did before
It's a brand new day
(Don't you see me)
Changing on my way
(So completely)
This time I'm gonna sing and you're gonna hear it
This time I'm gonna show you that I got the spirit
It's a brand new day
And I'm feelin' good
And I'm feelin' good
Blaine barged in as I finished the chorus and then Macy quickly turned the music down. "Seriously? Camp Rock?"
"Don't ask me. It was on the radio." I guess they must be feeling nostalgic this morning.
"Actually, it switched over to the CD you had in." Macy chimed in. I guess she managed to accidently change it from FM to CD.
"Well, now you know what it's like to have me as an alarm." I quipped.
Blaine shook his head and left my room. He couldn't think of a good enough response. Macy and I couldn't contain our laughter after he left to go work on his hair. "So that's what his hair looks out with all that stuff." Macy laughed.
"You've seen it before."
"Not straight out of bed frizz—on him at least." I shoved her at hearing that comment. "But anyways, that was great." She complimented me on my singing. At least, I think it was about my singing.
"If you come to church Sunday you can hear me sing more." I tried to temp her into coming. I still had to choose a song for the upcoming service but I was excited about this. It had been a long while since I sang in church other than with the choir.
"Nice try." It never worked on Macy. "Do you need a ride to school?"
"From you? Not unless you're coming in with me. Mom's insisting on coming with Blaine and I. She wants to make sure everything is ready." I actually didn't mind. I wouldn't admit it to her or Blaine but I was actually terrified.
"Well call me later and let me know how it goes." Macy stood up to leave. She knew the way out.
"Bye Mace." I sighed as she left. The idea of going to school without my best friend seemed weird. And even more terrifying as it approached.
Mom drove Blaine and me to the school and then went in with us to the main office. Not only for our benefit, but to see if there was anything else had to fill out. There wasn't. Everything seemed to be in order and they just had to print out our schedules. I don't know about Blaine, but I felt relieved having her there. I had only been in this school a few times before, not including last week when I came in and did my audition for the New Directions.
"Alright. Here are the schedules. And since you're both seniors, you'll receive a package later about graduation, yearbook quotes, and everything else." The woman explained as Blaine and I both took our schedules. We both glanced at each other, arching eyebrows as we heard that.
"But I'm not a senior." It seemed there must be a mistake. My brother was graduating this year but I was only a junior. "I'm supposed to be in eleventh grade."
"You transferred from a private school, correct?" She asked and I nodded. What did that have to do with anything? "Well it seems that the credits you have from there put you ahead in the required curriculum. So academically, you're a senior."
"I guess that's why I have only three core classes." Blaine chimed in. I looked at his schedule and noticed he had two free periods.
"So I'm graduating a year early?" Was this for real? Maybe all those years of killing myself to get through those brutal classes were worth it. Graduating from high school a year early sounded amazing.
"It would assume so."
"I am really glad I transferred."
"I thought you were just relieved to get away from the Private School Regina George and her minions?" Blaine responded.
"That too."
"Anything else I can help you with?"
"What sports does this school offer?" I wasn't sure if I phrased the question right but I wanted to know. I wanted to get back into it.
"The Cheerios—our national winning cheerleading squad—"
"No thanks." I cut her off. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when she brought that up immediately.
"Sorry, I just assumed—"
"I'm not interested—"
"Not interested in my cheerios?" I looked to my right to see a tall woman with short blonde hair in a athletic red track suit. I assumed she must be the coach by her pissed off look. "Well," She looked me up and down. "We certainly wouldn't take you."
I resisted the urge to laugh. "I was the captain of my cheerleading squad since I was a freshman." I still wasn't interested in it by any means. "So I could easily be on your squad if I wanted to. But I don't. I want to play a real sport."
The woman turned to my brother, noticing him. "Coach Sylvester, meet my sister Karly."
"Well Dyke Madonna, since one can only assume you play for the other team. Runs in the family gene pool…"
"I'm adopted."
"We're finished here." I smirked. "Other gay and little orphan Annie." She then walked off.
"Making enemies on your first day." Blaine was trying not to laugh.
I turned back to the desk woman, wanting to finish our conversation. "There is a sign-up sheet for all sports and activities in the hallway." Then why didn't she start with that before I had to get into it with that coach?
I walked with Blaine out to the hallway. Mom left after that and Blaine offered to help me find my locker and first class. "I think I can manage." I would have to figure it out eventually. "And I assumed you'd want to see Kurt before your first class." I knew he had to be around here somewhere unless he was waiting until the end of the day for Glee Club to start. But since I knew he wasn't having any classes at the community college, he might want to spend all his time here. "I bet you ten to one that he's in the choir room."
"Are you sure—"
"Go on. I can manage." I urged and he left. I looked at my schedule and then attempted to find my locker. I eventually found it and but it still refused to open after three attempts at the combination. "Come on." I groaned after banging on it in frustration.
"Having trouble?" I looked over and noticed a tall blonde boy at his locker just three down from mine.
"A bit." I chuckled. "I guess you can tell it's my first day."
The boy shut his locker and then walked over to mine. He slammed on the locker and then giggled the latch side to side before pulling it up. That time it opened. "These lockers get stuck from time to time." The joys of being in a public school; shit supplies.
"Well thanks." I then proceeded to put my new books into it and then a few pictures on the door of the locker.
"Do you know Blaine?" He asked.
"Very well." I nodded. "He's my brother."
"He has a sister?"
"I'm sure he talked about me all the time." I replied sarcastically. I could already tell by that statement that either Blaine never mentioned me once or he had forgot on the rare occasions he did.
"All nice things."
"He probably didn't mention me once, right?"
"I don't know…we're not that close—" He stammered and I couldn't help but laugh.
"It's fine. I'm sure he was too busy sucking face with Kurt to talk about his wonderful sister." I knew I probably wasn't far off on that. "Anyways, we just transferred here from our private schools."
"He goes here now too?" He seemed excited for some reason. "That means we might have a chance of taking Nationals again. For Glee Club." That made sense why he seemed ecstatic over Blaine going here now. Then before he could ask, I cut him off.
"Are you going to assume I might be interested in joining show choir just because of my brother?" I asked. "Well, I auditioned last week. So I guess you have replaced at least two members." I shut my locker. "Anyways, I should figure out where my first class is." I shut my locker and looked at my schedule. I noticed he also decided to look.
"You have English, same as me." He informed me. "But shouldn't you be going to that orientation? For all the new students?"
"Orientation? No one said anything about that."
"I could show you where to go for that."
"No, but you could show me where our first class is." I didn't really care to go to this orientation. If it really was important, the lady in the office probably would have mentioned it. I didn't need to hear about how being a new student will be great or any of that crap. If it was important, I could figure it out later. "So what's your name? You never said." I realized I hadn't either. "I'm Karly."
"Sam."
Eventually it was lunch time and I sat by myself at an empty table. While I ate, I decided to get a jump on the homework. It seemed easier than any of the work they would hand out at Crawford. But it would still take me some time to get it done.
"Hi." I was interrupted and looked up, noticing a girl. "Can I sit here?"
I nodded, moving my backpack off the chair next to me and the girl sat down. "Are you new too?" I assumed if she was sitting here, she had to be a new girl as well.
"Yeah." I told her. "I'm Karly."
"Marley." She told me and then she began to eat. "I'm a sophomore."
"I'm apparently a senior."
"Apparently?"
"I went to a private school before transferring here. Apparently our curriculum is advanced enough to bump me up a year." I explained. "Not that I'm complaining." The sooner I could finish high school, the better. "One less year of high school is like a gift." Though now I had to worry about applying to colleges earlier than I thought I would. Then I noticed Marley looking over at the table across from us where a bunch of people sat, including a few cheerleaders. "Sorry, am I boring you?" I nudged her.
"Sorry, I—"
"I'm kidding." I smiled slightly.
"I'm just thinking about auditioning for Glee Club." I didn't even realize that was the Glee Club. From what Blaine and Kurt had mentioned, they were outcasts of the school. I didn't expect to see those cheerleaders and jocks over there. But then again, I guess that would change after winning a Nationals championship. "My mom wants me to. She thinks that will make me popular."
"Well, if you're going to do it, I wouldn't do it for popularity." I knew that you shouldn't do something just for social status. "I joined cheerleading at my old school for that reason." I wouldn't make that mistake again. I certainly don't want to be like my birth mother. "Do it because you want to."
"Well I do." Marley admitted. "I kind want to be a singer on the radio."
"Then you should do it." I encouraged. "I auditioned last week. I think they need new members with everyone graduating last year."
Then we looked over as some of the cheerleaders and jocks made rude comments about the new lunch lady. One of them said she looked like she swallowed a house. Well that's rude. I looked over at Marley and noticed how hurt she looked at those comments. "Is she your mom?" I asked, lowering my voice. I figured they might be related given how personal Marley seemed to be taking their comments. "No one gets that hurt unless…"
"Yeah, she is." Marley admitted. "She doesn't want me to tell people. Thinks that will help me be more popular." It seemed her mom was obsessed with Marley being popular. "I was picked on a lot at my last school. She doesn't want that to happen again."
"Well, whether you're popular or not, it won't matter if you're miserable." I pointed out. It seemed to be bothering her. "I'd love to meet her." Usually the people that are made fun of, are quite sweet people.
"I usually help her after school with preparing tomorrow's lunch." I guess that is when no one else would see.
"Well, then after school she can meet your newest friend." I offered and Marley smiled slightly.
After school, I skipped watching the first round of Glee Club auditions to go help out in the cafeteria with Marley. It actually had been alright. It had been nice to meet Marley's mother and she was quite sweet. And she seemed to get excited when I mentioned I was in Glee Club. I guess she was hoping that was a way in for Marley since I introduced myself as her friend. I didn't mind helping her. Marley needed to find the perfect audition song. That night I was going through some sheet music on my phone when Blaine came into my bedroom.
"Kurt and I missed you at auditions." He crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. "We were going to introduce you to the others."
"Well there's always time for that." I don't think it was urgent that they introduce me. They'll meet me eventually. "It would be easier if we hold off that until after auditions. Given there will be new members."
"Hopefully." Blaine sighed as he then plopped down on my bed.
"I guess auditions aren't going too well."
"Most of the people auditioning are tone deaf."
"That's the problem with the club's new found popularity." I pointed out. "And you can't have just anyone join. They have to be able to sing, or at least dance." I knew they had a girl last year who couldn't sing to save her life but she was pretty good with dancing; Macy was that way too. "Sounds like I didn't miss much."
"Well there was this one guy." Blaine sat up. "He was great—until he kicked a music stand after Mr. Schue cut him off after the chorus."
"No one told him auditions are usually only a verse and chorus?" Of course I don't think that's all I did with my audition. But then again, mine was a private audition. They have a lot of auditions to get through in a short amount of time. They don't have time to hear entire length songs. "Well, that shouldn't matter, right? He is in, right?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know." I was surprised to hear that. "Kurt doesn't think so."
"Well, I think you should let him in."
"Why? Because we're so desperate for members?"
"Yes, but no." I rolled my eyes. "I mean, he clearly has some anger issues but I think we know that some of the previous members did too. Maybe Glee Club could help him channel that anger. In a good way."
"I guess you're right." Blaine saw my point. "I mean, I guess if it can help you when you're in one of your moods." I shoved him off my head. "So where were you today anyways?"
"With a friend." That was all he needed to know.
"She wouldn't be interested in Glee Club, would she?"
"So you are desperate." I quipped. "But as a matter of fact, yes. I am trying to help her find a song for auditions."
"Just no Barbra or else Rachel might come down from New York for a challenge." I laughed. "Is there a song she always dreamed of singing on a stage?"
"She isn't the broadway type." She didn't seem like it either. But that statement gave me an idea. I took out my phone to text her.
[Have you seen Mamma Mia?]
But I was surprised by what she texted back.
[I don't think I'm going to audition.]
I found Marley the next day at her locker. "What do you mean you're not going to audition?" I had texted her back last night but she didn't answer me. "It took me a while to figure out the right song for you." Marley simply answered by taking out her phone and showing me a photo on Facebook. It looked like a photo of her and her mother in the cafeteria. I wasn't in the photo so I could only assume it was after I left. "It's a photo of you and your mom."
"I guess someone saw us yesterday." Marley said. "After you left."
I felt confused. "I don't understand."
"They've made a Facebook group talking about how disgusting they think she is." Marley scrolled through the first popular posts in the group and after the first three, I didn't care to continue on. It was unsettling what some people could say.
"Are they talking about you?" With that photo I assumed they were.
"One of those cheerleaders wrote a comment on how they felt sorry for me." She pulled it up and I recognized the photo. I think I might have saw that cheerleader in the front office yesterday.
"I'm sorry," I did mean it. "But what does that bitch have to do with you deciding not to audition for Glee Club?"
"That cheerleader was sitting with them. And a few of the other members were making comments at lunch." Marley sighed as she put her phone in her pocket. "I don't want to be a part of a club that talks about people like that."
"We're not all like that." I knew Blaine wouldn't dare make a comment like that and neither would I.
"Not you." It was good to know she didn't think I was like that.
"Give it a chance." I encouraged. "Don't let that one girl discourage you." Though it seemed to be more than just one cheerleader's comment. "Last year, they were underdogs, but now after winning nationals, I think they might be trying to fit in with the popular crowd."
"Mom says not to worry about her but it's like you said, I shouldn't do something that will make me miserable." Was she going to use my words against me? "And the thought of joining a club who would say that stuff about my mom makes me sick. I'm sorry, but I don't want to be around them." I sighed as Marley walked away. I wanted to go after her but the bell rung so I had to get going to class. It was already hard enough to keep the classrooms straight as it was. And it wasn't like I could think of anything to say; I had already said enough.
I couldn't focus in class. I couldn't stand that Marley wasn't going to try out. I had been looking forward to knowing someone in the club besides my brother. But not only was I bummed, I was also annoyed at the rest of that club and not just because I knew that Marley's mom was such a sweet lady. It seemed the underdogs were becoming like the rest of the popular crowd. The same crowd I wanted to get away from. A part of me was wondering if Marley was the one that made the wrong decision.
"Pfft," I looked over and noticed Sam attempting to get my attention. He gave me a look that I managed to intercept as him asking if I was okay. I only gave him a shrug as an answer. I turned back to the front, making it look like I was trying to pay attention so he would leave me alone.
"Now discuss with the person next to you…" The teacher told us and I sighed. Of course!
Sam scooted towards me. "So what's up?"
"I think you heard—"
"Not the assignment." I knew he wouldn't want to talk about that. "What's up with you?"
"Clearly, you can't take a hint."
"Clearly, you can't accept someone wants to help." Sam retaliated. "You can vent, if you need to."
"My friend won't audition for Glee Club because they're being assholes." I realized I did need to get it off my chest. Maybe then I could make sense of what I wanted to do. It helped that he was in Glee Club so I could possibly send a direct message. "And I'm sitting here trying to figure out if I want to spend my energy to convince her to audition or to find something else to do since I left my old school because of all that…" I couldn't find the right word to describe it. "I really hate cheerleaders and if the New Directions aren't careful, without the uniforms, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them and the Cheerios."
"Come with me after school." Sam said in response and I arched an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
I was hesitant because I didn't understand. But I agreed, since it gave me a reason to avoid going to watch Glee Club auditions again.
After school I met Sam outside the gym. "So why did I have to meet you here?" I asked when he eventually showed up.
"Coach Beiste mentioned you were interested in trying out for the soccer team."
"Yeah." I nodded. "She told you?"
"Well, I'm the quarterback now and I was helping her clean up the other day when she mentioned there was this new girl who wanted to try out for the soccer team."
"And you assumed it was me?"
"Well she gave a description and your name." Sam replied. "So I guess you could say that." I guess I should have realized my name would have been the giveaway. "She was pretty stoked about it." We went inside the gym and I noticed it was empty.
"Are we really coming in here for a try out?" I asked, knowing that Sam wanted to either talk or show me something else. There had to be more to this.
"We're just a bit early."
"How early?"
"Half hour." He admitted and I sighed. "So since we have time, we can talk."
"What about?" I wasn't sure what there was to talk about.
"Well, you need to figure out what to do, don't you?"
I nodded. "I'm listening." I took a seat on the floor of the gym and Sam did as well. "What's your opinion?"
"I'm a bit biased but I think you should convince your friend—" I cut him off.
"That will be a bit hard." I understood Marley's loyalty. "You guys were making fun of the lunch lady and that's her mother. So that might be hard for her to get past."
"Correction, I didn't say anything." I would have to take his word for it. "That was that cheerleader—cheerleaders—and that football player." I gave him a look. I knew he couldn't completely put the blame on them. "Okay, it wasn't just them."
"Glad you could admit something I already knew." I crossed my arms and but then sighed. "Sorry, I'm just irritated. I know you guys probably just let the popularity go to your guys' heads. And I know it wasn't all of you." Blaine had told me enough stories for me to know that the people in that club were different; at least they used to be. Sam sat next to me on the floor, listening as I continued. "I mean, I know better than anyone else how that goes."
"Sounds like a story."
"I transferred here for a reason."
"I figured you just followed Blaine here."
"Not exactly." I chuckled. "He had to convince me that it was a good idea. I didn't realize truly how miserable I was there. Not to mention, how lost I was." I tried to explain, but I hesitated. Mainly because I barely knew this guy. But also because I hated reminding myself of the person I turned into after being in the in-crowd for two years. "I was popular, a cheerleader dating a popular guy. I would say stupid things and did things I hated all for the sake of people liking me." I honestly felt ashamed of myself.
"The group of us have always been underdogs and I guess some of us—well all of us—are kind of wanting to hold onto this popularity." Sam may not have said anything about Marley's mom but he didn't stop it either. And there could have been another conversation he did comment on. He seemed to feel guilty about something. Maybe just on behalf of everyone else.
"I came here to start over and I thought I could make real friends. I was so excited about Glee Club." I had been until today. "I thought I was off to a good start when I met Marley." It had been so simple to talk to her. A lot like it was with Macy. And sharing the interest in Glee Club excited me. "But then you guys and—" But it was more than just that. "I left Crawford to get away from that bitchy popular crowd. I almost drove the one real friend that I had there away because of it. So I guess when it happened here with Marley, I got angry." I was realizing now, talking about it with Sam, how much that had triggered me.
"I'm sure people are going to start wondering if his sister is going to ever show up."
"That's still up for debate." I still wasn't sure what to do.
"I think I could convince your friend."
"But you haven't even convinced me yet." I knew Marley was going to be the harder one to sell it to. But he probably should start with me.
"Well, since you know what it's like to lose perspective, I think you should give the club and everyone in it a second chance." Sam had a good pitch. "But if you're still not sure, maybe pray about it." I looked down at my cross necklace and realized that Sam must have noted that I must be religious. "Sometimes if I'm struggling, I do that."
"Maybe I just need to find the right song." Song and prayer could go hand and hand, so maybe that could help me now. "I'm in my church choir." I added. I had a solo this upcoming service and it was the first time I would be singing a solo in years. "There's this song I am singing this Sunday." I found the song when I was in foster care and it helped me then. I wanted the people at church to hear so it could help someone like it helped me. Maybe it could help me again now.
"Can I hear it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know…"
"Please," Sam urged. "The talking to me seemed to help. Maybe singing to me will help more." I wanted to laugh, but instead I just nodded.
"Fine." I took a breath and then began to sing.
I could throw my fist in the air
Demanding answers
But despite of all the questions
I'm still giving You my life
And if it doesn't turn out like I think it should
It doesn't change the fact You're always good
Your ways are higher than mine
But what I know
Is You my God are real
No matter how I feel
You've never let me go
But what I know
Is there will never be a day
You aren't just a breath away
And through it all I've gotta hold
To what I know
And somehow after singing that song, I knew exactly what to do.
The next day, I glanced over at Sam whom was sitting at the table with the New Directions. He glanced in my direction as Marley came over and sat next to me. He then came over and sat across from me at our table. "Hi." I smiled slightly, knowing what was going to happen next.
"Hi." Marley repeated the same thing as the others from the table looked in our direction.
"What are you doing?" The blonde cheerleader, Kitty, looked confused.
"I'm tired of sitting and listening to you talk." Sam responded.
"Excuse me?!" Kitty seemed offended.
"Come on guys, is this really who you want to be friends with?" Sam brought up. "A self absorbed cheerleader who wants to make people hate themselves and a bunch of jocks who just a few months ago would pick on us? Because I can't sit there and listen to their crap anymore."
"He's right guys." Blaine got up and sat next to me. He was followed by the Asian girl, Tina, and the boy in the wheelchair, Artie.
"Seriously? You're passing us up for the daughter of the lunch lady and…" Kitty stopped when she looked to me. "Those two losers?" Kitty couldn't believe it.
"Take a good look in the mirror, Kitty." I remarked. "As far as we can see you're the losers." Then as two of the others guys got up from the table to join us, they knocked Kitty's tray onto her lap. I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't you just love Ms. Rose's meat sauce?"
"Come on, Kit." The other cheerleader stood up and pulled Kitty out of the cafeteria.
"That was awesome." Tina commented.
"Well guys, now you've officially met my sister, Karly." Blaine formally introduced.
"If that was some attempt to get me to reconsider Glee Club…" Before I could cut Marley off, Sam did.
"We're sorry Marley."
"And what Kitty and Nicole said about your mom, none of us agreed with it." Tina chimed in. "We just…"
"Lost perspective." I finished, turning to Marley. "They made a lapse in judgement and I think you should give them another chance." I put an arm around her. "I have a good feeling about these guys." I meant that.
"You just want me to sing the song you picked out."
Marley wasn't completely wrong. "Well, will you?"
After school, I sat with all the other New Directions in the auditorium as Marley went onto the stage, standing in front of the microphone. "My name is Marley Rose and I'll be singing I Have A Dream."
"Whenever you're ready." Mr. Schue said.
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream, I have a dream
"That was amazing, Marley." He turned to the rest of us and then Kurt.
"I don't think you need my input on that one." Kurt replied.
I left the auditorium to find Marley afterwards and gave her a hug. She let out an excited squeal. "That was amazing! You were right about that song!" She seemed to be having a lot of fun on that stage. I certainly knew the feeling. "So do you think they liked it?"
"Without a doubt."
Twenty minutes later, the list for the club went up. Marley and I went to look together.
New Directions: Artie Abrams, Karly Anderson, Blaine Anderson, Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans, Jack Hart, Joe Hart, Jake Puckerman, and Marley Rose.
"We made it!" Marley exclaimed and gave me a hug.
"I also made the soccer team." I added. Coach Beiste had told me immediately after my try out that I had made the team. She was impressed and being a woman herself, she was happy to allow me on the team.
"Karly, Marley," Mr. Schue found us in the hallway. "Come with me." We followed him to the choir room where everyone else was waiting for us. "Well everyone, I'd like to welcome our newest members: Jake Puckerman, Marley Rose, and Karly Anderson."
"Thank you guys." Marley almost couldn't contain her excitement whilst the boy, Jake, didn't say a word. He just sat down. "I'm really happy to be here."
"I am too." I had a feeling this was going to be a year that I nor anyone would forget.
A/N: So I've decided to make some changes to this story. Instead of it being set during season 3, like Taking Chances was, this will be set in season 4. Which is why Karly was bumped up to being a senior. And in this AU lets say that Blaine didn't transfer until now. And Kurt is going to be an assistant director for a bit.
Songs: Brand New Day (from Camp Rock 2), What I Know (from God's Not Dead). and I Have A Dream (from Mamma Mia)
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