New Directions Auditions!

[rachel berry]

The Auditions!

Seeing as Sanni who plays Schuester will be away for the next few days, I thought I'd open the thread to people backstage preparing for the Auditions. Once Will gets back the actual auditions can begin! Have fun prospects!

[rachel berry]

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LITTLE DARLING, THE SMILES RETURNING TO THE FACES
little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
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<sup>When the bell went for lunch, I got up from my seat in Calculus and picked up my bag, ignoring some of the muttered comments I received from the Cheerleaders. I was above them, I shouldn't be affected by their words. Walking out of the class I went to my locker and opened the door, putting some of my books in and taking some more, before checking my make up in the mirror on my locker door. I wasn't vain, but if I was going to see Finn at all today I wanted to look my best. I was about to go when one of the footballers shoved past me, making me fall against the lockers. This school was just full of bullies and imbeciles. I slammed the door to my locker shut and began to find my way through the crowd of people to get to the auditorium before the auditions started. Lorelai was auditioning, and I wanted to be there as moral support, plus it was likely I would meet up with a few of the members of New Directions again for the first time since school started back. That was, if they hadn't all given up hope after Regionals. They were so easily put off, sometimes I thought they wanted to quit. Just because Vocal Adrenaline managed to wow the judges with their dancing, and Aural Intensity managed to flatter their way to second place, it didn't mean that the same thing was going to happen this time around.

I pushed open the doors to the auditorium and sighed when I didn't see anyone around yet. I hoped it was just because they had gone to the cafeteria first or were being held back by their lessons. I walked onto the stage and smiled slightly, this was my home. The microphone looked so inviting, and before I knew it I was standing with it in front of me, looking out over the empty seats and imagining it was me at a sold out concert or on Broadway. I mentally chose a favourite musical, Wicked, and closed my eyes, taking hold of the microphone. I wasn't entirely sure if it was on, so I cleared my throat and tested both the technology and my vocal cords. "La la la la la!" I sung, smiling when it came out the speakers and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, deciding which song I wanted to sing before I begun. The door swung open to my left and I turned, smiling at Brad "You always know what time to appear. I'm Not That Girl please Brad." I told him, and he nodded with a smile, sitting down at the piano. I was pretty sure he was wondering what I was doing singing on stage on the day of the Auditions, when I already had a place in the club, but then again, if I worried about what people thought I wouldn't come to school at all.

Taking a deep breath and listening to the intro on the piano, I began to sing the song that this time last year, would have been so fitting. All I needed now was green skin and a pointy hat and I was Elphaba.
"Hands touch, eyes meet. Sudden silence, sudden heat. Hearts leap in a giddy whirl.. He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl.
Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of, who you are. Don't remember that rush of joy. He could be that boy, I'm not that girl...
Every so often we long to steal to the land of what might have been. But that doesn't soften the ache we feel, when reality sets back in.
Blithe smile, lithe limb, she who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair in a gentle curl.. That's the girl he chose, and heaven knows.. I'm not that girl..
Don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl.. There's a girl i know, he loves her so.. I'm not that girl."
When I was done, I waited for the outro and then stepped away from the microphone, taking a seat on the front row of the auditorium and pulling an apple out of my bag, taking a bite and waiting for someone to come and keep my company.</sup>

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LITTLE DARLING, I FEEL THAT ICE IS SLOWLY MELTING
little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
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tagged; everyone!
lyrics; here comes the sun by the beatles
listening to; as long as you're mine by wicked (obc)
word count; 717 w/out code
outfit;
credit; to brooke (template) and sarabi! (picture) from caution

[lorelai anchors]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

Rachel Berry’s powers of persuasion astound me.

Really. How the hell that girl got me to audition was beyond me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t sing! I mean, I suppose I have the ability to sing but I’m not marvelous at it, that’s for sure. All I could do was hope that Mr. Schuester would be kind enough to let me use the piano while I play, ease my nerves up a lot. If I was doing something I felt comfortable with, then I could use it as a distraction from my voice, and perhaps wait until after I get out of the auditorium to have a nervous break down. Having a panic attack right there on stage would take the award for shittiest audition, and I didn’t want to deal with that.

What was I even doing? I didn’t have time for something like Glee Club. I was already sure I’d have to struggle to keep my grades up and I got stage fright and I’d end up missing school so much because I wouldn’t feel well. The club would hate me, on the off chance that I was good enough to even get in, and I was far too uncoordinated for any of the dancing. My voice wasn’t strong like Rachel’s or Mercedes’s or Tina’s or Quinn’s or Santana’s and… Shit, what the hell was I doing? They were popular and pretty and I wasn’t. This was just a bad idea. A recipe for disaster. But I was afraid to let Rachel down -- she’d convinced me and I told her I would do it. I couldn’t lie. Why’d I have to go and promise I would audition?

The bell rang for lunch and my already upset stomach churned. Luckily, I never ate lunch. I didn’t have enough money and whenever I did have money, I stored it away for AZT. The fact that I wasn’t eating lunch probably was a bad thing, considering I already felt like I was going to vomit and pass out (at the same time), but I couldn’t do anything about that. To say I was nervous would be an understatement; scared shitless seemed to be a more accurate way to put things.

I had the song I was going to sing (‘Hero’ by Regina Spektor) memorized, both the lyrics and how it would be played on the piano. I didn’t have the sheet music printed out, but rather taught it to myself and practiced it over and over. Nonstop, really. Mom and Dad were about ready to shoot me because I played it so often, trying to get ready for this audition; lucky for them, it all ended today. All of it. Oh gosh.

I wasn’t sure how everything was going to play out, but I knew I needed to end up in the auditorium. Straightening my dress as I rose to my feet, I gathered my books and walked the two hallways it took to get to my locker. After stashing my things inside, I bit my lip rather harshly and advanced towards the auditorium, catching an astonishing voice coming from inside. Oh man, I couldn’t sing like that -- what the hell. I just needed to turn and walk away. This wasn’t going to go well.

Of course, despite my mind pleading ‘no, go back’, I pushed open the door to the auditorium anyways and stepped in to see Rachel walking off the stage. That made me feel a little bit better. No one could sing like Rachel Berry, so perhaps I wouldn’t be so bad compared to everyone else. I didn’t know of anyone else auditioning.

“Hi,”

[/color] I greeted softly, my voice shaking as I took a few more steps closer to her, biting my lip and pushing a curl behind my ear. “That was spectacular. As always. I-I mean, I heard you f-from right outside, a-and it was great and yeah.” I managed a small, momentary smile before looking down, fumbling with the hem of my dress. A few more moments passed before I continued, “Do you think… Th-that Mr. Sch-Schuester will let me, uhm, play the piano while I’m singing my audition song?”

words 698
lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes ffff lorelai's so freaked out.
credits this was made by brooke !

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[aidan jennings]

*TURN THE RECORD ON,
AND WONDER WHAT WENT WRONG, WHAT WENT WRONG.
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Anyone that knew Aidan Jennings would be both surprised and confused as to why he was currently debating whether or not he should use the backstage door to show up for auditions for William McKinley's Glee club, New Directions. To be honest, Aidan himself was confused as to what he was doing there. He had been hanging around the door for the past seven minutes and twenty two seconds precisely, and after watching a few kids enter and exit, he was still no closer to any conclusions.

Even if he were to audition, he had no songs to sing, no sheet music for any piano player (or something), and wasn't even confident in his ability to sing. He knew he could, that much was for sure, but he had never sung in front of a crowd or even just one person, not even his mom, his best friend.

Thinking for a moment, Aidan thought just how sad it was that his mother was his best friend. Life well lived, not.

[/color] He thought, then realized that self loathing wasn't flattering on him, nor on anyone else for that matter. Shaking his head, he realized he was going off topic. Focus, Aidan,[/color] he scolded himself.

Throwing caution to the wind, Aidan approached the backstage door and threw it open, blowing into the backstage area. Looking around, he noticed the surprisingly low turnout for the auditions. Most people seemed to be practising or stretching their vocal chords. However, the lack of hopefuls was made up for in the quality of the people who had showed up. Their voices, all singing different songs, but they appeared to combine into one large harmony.

Suddenly nervous and self concious, Aidan stormed back out of the backstage area even quicker than he had entered. It was foolish of him to even think he could measure up to the others, who were probably looking to pursue singing as a career. Aidan didn't even know if he could sing, let alone pursue it.

Besides, the Glee Club wasn't exactly a glamourous and prestigious position both at school and in the world. So what in the hell was he doing there? Shaking himself, Aidan started towards the nearest door, determined to get out of there as fast as possible before he stopped. He knew he couldn't tell his mom about running away like this, she would be disappointed.

But what was he supposed to do? He didn't know what to sing and he didn't have any music. He could just sing whatever he knew and, yeah, he could play his own instrument, but still. Groaning in frustration, Aidan continued down the corridor towards the door to the backstage area and threw the door open, determined to audition.

Once he found himself back in the audition area, he looked around for an instrument, any instrument. Scanning the area, he ignored the voices melding into one melody and locked his eyes on a guitar. Walking over causally he picked it up. No one seemed to object to him sitting on a nearby stool and strumming the guitar, then putting it in tune.

And then, he joined the harmony himself.
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*WORDS, 527
*TAG, none? idk.
*STATUS, finished!
*LYRICS, brown eyes , lady gaga
*NOTES, (:
*CREDIT, THIS AMAZING THREAD TEMPLATE IS MADE BY CC! OF CAUTION 2.0.
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[quinnfabray]

I wasn’t particularly excited about the idea of glee club auditions. The couple members we had already just started to get along, and even then it was far from perfect. In the last year we’d learned to tolerate each other and yes, I considered them my friends now, but glee was hard enough as it is. Then again maybe some new members would do us some good. We needed to step up our game to beat Vocal Adrenaline after what happened last time, and they did out number us by quite a few people. Maybe if we got some more people we could make the numbers we did bigger and better than ever before.

When the bell rang for lunch I sighed and picked up my things before heading to my locker. Dropping my books I grabbed the lunch Mrs. Jones had packed for me that morning and headed to the auditorium. I figured I might as well sit in and watch the auditions since most of the glee club would be here and I usually sat with them anyway. Yet another reason to love Mercedes’ mom. I’ve told her time and time again that making me a lunch was not necessary but she seems dead set on it, insisting that I need something good in my stomach after a hard day of classes. She does the same for Mercedes, and I can’t help but revel in the feeling of being cared about. My own mother stopped making my lunch in about the third grade.

When I entered the auditorium I saw Rachel, that Lorelai girl, and some kid I didn’t know. I made my way over and dropped down next to Rachel. “Hi.” I said simply before pulling out my turkey sandwich and taking a bite.

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LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade. NOTES . xx
CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.

[santana lopez]

YOU'RE A HOT MESS AND I'M FALLING FOR YOU

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It wasn't long before the bell rang and the Latina girl stood up to throw her half eaten salad away. She glanced down at the food, then let it fall in the trash as she took notice the cafeteria was almost empty. Rolling her eyes, she straightened herself up (ya know, got to keep up that arrogant stature) and walked out. She stalked down the middle of the hall briskly, making sure to stop at her locker before making her way to the auditorium. When she got there, she really didn't know why she came, realizing so little people were there. She felt lame, looking at the exact people gracing her vision. Rachel, two kids she didn't know, nor cared to know, and Quinn. Huffing, considering there was no Brittany there, Santana stomped down the stairs to the floor.

She spared a glance at the blonde who was sitting down eating her sandwich. Wrinkling her nose despite the friendship, she let her bag slide down her arm, to the floor, and she sat down next to her.

"What losers are gracing their presence with us today?"

She doubted anyone would answer. She's Santana, after all. She wasn't very fond of the people here. Sure, she'd wait here patiently, waiting for her air headed blonde, and she'd even put up with the amount of crazy, but she did not consider them friends. She believed she never would, to be honest.

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status; complete.
character; santana lopez.
music; none.
notes this is totally not my best, but here it is. hopefully got her character enough. ;3

[rachel berry]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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The auditorium was one of my favourite places in McKinley High. Even when it was empty and still, I felt like it was a place to come and sort through my thoughts. As I bit into the apple rhythmically, thoughts and problems I was dealing with began to surface. Would anyone bother turning up to the audition? Would it be a total failure, meaning all our work to boost the reputation had been pointless? Would Finn come? How would I feel about him coming? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Some point, if he ever decided to stop freezing me out of his life, I would have to look up into his dopey, butter-wouldn't-melt face and tell him that our relationship, non-existent as it had been, was over. If he asked why, I would simply reply with 'You haven't been there for me, and I need someone to support me. I'm high maintenance, and you should have known that.' I had it so well planned out, yet it seemed so daunting. That might be because I was hiding the real reason from him, that I wasn't over Jesse yet. But I couldn't tell that to him. I couldn't tell that to anyone, not even Jesse himself. Because of the way he had treated me last time, no one wanted me to be with him, most probably because they didn't want to lose the competitions, rather than caring about my feelings. I sighed, and then looked up when I heard a voice. Lorelai Anchors. I smiled at her, grateful for her words. She seemed nervous, however, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for contributing towards that by singing, and intimidating her. "Thanks. But I have to be spectacular. I'm a trained singer and the lead vocals, we wouldn't have won Sectionals if I wasn't. And I'm sure Mr Schue would be fine by that, he's fine by everything." I smiled slightly. He was also fine by giving away some of the best solos, solos I deserved, but I wasn't going to say that to Lorelai. If anything, it would deter her. So I left it at that, and my gaze wandered from her when a boy walked in and began strumming a guitar.

Apart from Noah, we didn't have an acoustic guitarist. And this guy was pretty good. People who could play instruments usually had a good ear for pitch, whether their vocal chords were up to it was a different kettle of fish. But I offered him my best warm and friendly smile, trying to remember where I had seen his face before. Ah, a few weeks previous, talking to Noah of all people. But it didn't seem like he was tossing the boy in a dumpster, so maybe Noah had become the man I always knew he could be, and recommended the glee club to someone interested in music. If he was here, I'd give him a hug and tell him I was proud of him. Hearing that from myself was surely the best compliment one could receive, after me calling them talented. I looked up when the doors opened again, smiling at Quinn Fabray and getting up from my seat, dropping my apple core in a bin nearby. For a long time, Quinn had hated me. She was one of the most popular girls in the school, captain of the cheerleading team, blonde, dating the quarterback. I was unpopular, yet she seemed to have envied me. Whether that was because I was getting too close for her comfort to her boyfriend, or because I was talented and she felt threatened. Then she had fallen pregnant. She still hated me, for a long time, and I was eventually the cause of her and Finn breaking up, sort of. It was her fault for sleeping with her boyfriend's best friend and self-proclaimed stud Noah Puckerman, but I may have helped the news be revealed.. slightly. But more recently, over the summer vacation in fact, me and Quinn had grown closer. We no longer had reasons to hate each other, she had experienced the world through my eyes. So when she walked in and said hello, I waved at her, and then cleared my throat, preparing to talk.

But once again, the door swung open and then shut. someone I had not expected to see here. Santana Lopez. I was pretty sure she hated being associated with the glee club, even though deep down she liked it (I knew). It had become apparent in To Sir With Love, when she had actually shed tears when she thought New Directions was over. However today, despite being here, she didn't seem to be particularly friendly, and my assumptions were confirmed with her next words. And called us losers. I frowned at her. "You, it seems. Anyway, Mr Schue isn't here yet, but maybe I should take the audition process into my own hands, seeing as he has a problem with punctuality. Lorelai, this is Santana Lopez, and Quinn Fabray, respectively. And.." I paused to look at the new boy, who despite recognizing, I didn't know his name. Trying to be polite as possible, I continued. "Excuse me, I didn't quite catch your name? I'm Rachel Berry, lead in this show choir and musical theatre prospect. I consider myself to be the closest thing to a coach after Mr Schuester, actually. So if you need vocal training, don't be afraid to ask." I finished. To my ears, those words sounded kind and generous, but I must be perceiving what I say different to everyone else, as still many people thought I was irritating. I tried to work on that (minimally), but that was just the way I worked.

TAGGED ! [/color]everyone
MUSIC ! the guilty ones - lea m and jonathan g!
WORDS ! 956 w/o code - sorry!
OUTFIT ! as above.
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[brittany morris.]

your best friend is not your girlfriend

It Hurts[/center]

Brittany stood up from the cafeteria table, her doe eyes wide and open, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. She glanced around for Santana, and frowned when she didn't see her. She sighed, throwing away the remains of her lunch - a half-eaten salad and a few celary sticks - and took another swig from her Cheerios water bottle before wandering aimlessly out of the cafeteria, smiling and waving at Becky in the hallway.

After helping Becky to the gym, Brittany made her way to the auditorium. She figured that someone had to be in there, hopefully Santana. She got lost on the way there, opening several doors that led to empty classrooms or janitor's closets. She merely giggled at herself, finally finding the doors to the auditorium. She opened them and walked in, staying at the top as she surveyed the room. She saw two new kids who she didn't know, Quinn and Rachel, and - ah! - Santana. She grinned widely, practically skipping down the stairs to her best friend.

"Hey, S.

" She chirped, looping her arm through her friend's. "Quinn, Berry. New people." She added, looking at each of them in turn with a wide-eyed, innocent smile. She turned her attention back to Santana. "Sorry it took me so long to find you. I got lost."

how did i let her inside?

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words:: 222, without code.
tagged:: Santana, Quinn, Rachel, new kids.
notes:: not my best, still trying to get the hang of things.
dress sense:: cheerios outfit.
moosix:: my junk from spring awakening
credits:: template credited to blurrycure of CAUTION 2.0 seeing as she took teh time to make it. lyrics are from it hurts by the mighty angels & airwaves, so credit to them. pictures found on photobucket images - all photography used in this template is copyrighted to its original owner; edited slightly by alice occasionally... [/blockquote][/size][/color][/size][/color]

[lorelai anchors]

TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

There didn’t seem to be a spectacular turn out for auditions. In fact, the only other people in the auditorium aside from me was a boy I hadn’t met were all from New Directions. While this meant that I wouldn’t have to listen to any amount of decent singers to psych me out, and I would have less of an audience, I was also very afraid that I would stand out in everyone’s mind much more without having a lot of others to push me in the background. That was a lot of pressure. If I gave a bad audition, they would know, they would remember. I frowned, sinking down into a seat next to Rachel, placing my bag down on the ground. It was then that I remembered that I had AZT with me, which would probably do wonders to help calm my nerves. I never took it regularly, despite the fact that I should have. I mostly just popped a couple pills when I started to get sick, and that usually cleared me right up, but hopefully this would ease my mind and settle my stomach before I had to get up on stage. I reached down into my bag and, making sure my other hand covered the label (while I doubted anyone knew what AZT was for, I didn’t want the questions, didn’t want anyone to know that I had HIV), I shook two of the pills out into the palm of my hand. They were small, so I was able to swallow them easily without water, and I quickly replaced the bottle into my bag, silently hoping that the effects would kick in soon.

By the time I’d done that, two other New Directions members had joined our ranks and I took a deep breath, turning to Rachel just in time to hear her respond to my compliment. With a soft smile, I nodded. “Well, you certainly have succeeded, that’s for sure,” I responded, glad that my stuttering had gone away for the time being, “And that’s good. I think this will go over a lot better if I’m playing the piano at the same time. Gives me something else to focus on than my voice, because… Well, you know that I’m more confident in my instruments than anything else. I would’ve brought my banjo, but I didn’t know where I would keep it during the day.”

She began to introduce me to the two others in the room. Quinn Fabray, well, I’d noticed over the past few days that she changed. There wasn’t as much of a reason for me to be frightened of her, really. But Santana, well, while I had never come in direct contact with her, I knew she wasn’t someone who would like me too much. She was still a Cheerio, still had that fierce attitude and tough exterior that intimidated the hell out of me. But I couldn’t be rude, no, considering the fact that I would potentially (but probably not) be in the same Glee Club alongside them, depending on how today went. “Hi Quinn, hi Santana,” I managed out, smiling softly, “N-nice to, uhm, meet you both.”

At that point, a third Cheerio and a fourth Glee Club member, Brittany, joined our ranks. I had never spoken to her, either, but from what I heard she would be someone who I would like. Sure, when under the influence of Santana, she could be just as bad, but she seemed like she had a good heart nevertheless. Simply someone who couldn’t take control of their own life, who was easily influenced, just like me. At least she hadn’t been roped into the party scene like I had. This was much better -- she gained popularity and friends and she always looked so happy. I admired that. I knew I wouldn’t be nervous around her, knowing that she was pretty much up to being friends with most people, and I relaxed as I turned to nod a quiet hello to her, smile accompanying.

I sighed softly, looking around once more. Quietly, I murmured to Rachel, “Do you know where Mr. Schuester is?”

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[brittany morris.]

your best friend is not your girlfriend

It Hurts[/center]

Brittany stayed where she was next to Santana, her eyes looking around the auditorium. A smile graced her face as she remembered all the good times she had in here, and her smile grew wider at the prospect of spending another year with the Glee club, making more memories. She glanced at Santana out of the corner of her eye, feeling the familiar and yet terrifying double thump of her heart. The strange feeling had started last year, and although Brittany had known what it was, she was smart enough to keep it a secret. She had seen the way Santana had snipped at Kurt all the time for being gay. She didn't want to lose her best friend.

She turned her head towards the new girl, and smiled brightly when the girl smiled. "Hi!

" She piped up, waving. "I'm Brittany. Who are you?" Her smile was warm and friendly, since no one had yet to tell her whether the girl was to be accepted or rejected. That was usually how things went whenever Santana hadn't given her an opinion on people. Brittany was pretty open to others, unless they were mean to Santana or Quinn. She hoped that this girl was nice, because Brittany really didn't think she could handle being cruel to anymore people. She was truly a sweetheart, and being rude to people made her feel guilty. (Not enough to stop, of course, just enough to make her give them a small smile when Santana wasn't looking.)

how did i let her inside?

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words:: 210, without code.
tagged:: Lorelai, Santana
notes:: getting there on the hang of things.
dress sense:: cheerios outfit.
moosix:: my junk from spring awakening
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[santana lopez]

YOU'RE A HOT MESS AND I'M FALLING FOR YOU

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The Latina only rolled her eyes at Berry's comment, instantly shrugging it off, though it was unlike her to shrug off one of Berry's comments. Crossing her arms over her chest, the girl narrowed her eyes as she stared at the door to the auditorium. Where the hell was Brittany? She could have sworn she sat by her at lunch, though Brittany was too busy talking to that down syndrome girl, Becky, or whatever her name was. Huffing, she accepted the fact that Brittany wasn't going to walk through those doors at Santana's very thought, so her eyes flickered to the new girl.

"The pleasure's all yours," she said with a roll of her eyes. What was up with these kids and their thinking that they could talk to her like that, like she was just one of the hundreds of girls in this school.

Turning away from them, including Quinn, Santana started to examine her nails, clenching her jaw as time seemed to tick slowly away. Santana was a good person, or so she believed, but she was undeniably impatient at the best and worst of times. And this was definitely one of those times. Where the hell are you B? she thought, a little irked.

And just like that, she looked up when the doors opened, and her face relaxed once she noticed Brittany walking through the doors. A satisfied expression came onto her face as the blonde came closer, linking their arms together. "There you are B," she looked at her friend, a smile forming on the ends of her lips.

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status; complete.
character; santana lopez.
music; none.
words; 263.
notes santana and brittany. ;3 Still not my best, I'm a little rusty.

[brittany morris.]

your best friend is not your girlfriend

It Hurts[/center]

Brittany smiled brightly at Santana, her face lit up completely. "I told you, I got lost. And I had to help Becky. Do you know if we have to have a song ready? Because I didn't think of a song. I don't know if I could remember one all on my own.

" She said, slightly frowning. She glanced at the stage and then at the table where Mr. Schuester usually sat, relieved that their teacher wasn't sitting there. As of right now, she was safe from auditioning. She hadn't really thought about that at all over the summer, nor in the past few days when she had overheard Rachel chattering about it. She had simply not worried about it, figuring that with a charming smile and a quip about how she didn't like sheet music (and perhaps some help from Santana) would have Mr. Schuester letting her back into the club.
It had slipped her mind that she had spoken to the new girl, so her attention was solely focused on Santana. Things like that happened often with Brittany, she would just simply forget what she was doing and move onto another thing. It often hurt her more than helped her, but she didn’t mind it. It was simply a quirk she had come to live with.

how did i let her inside?

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words:: 217, without code.
tagged:: Lorelai, Santana
notes:: finally figured out the problem with the color code.
dress sense:: cheerios outfit.
moosix:: bitch of living from spring awakening
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[rachel berry]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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I would like to say that I always enjoyed the company of my fellow glee club members. After all, they were my (slightly inferior in talent) accomplices, and it would make sense for me to get along with them. But I got the feeling a lot of them would prefer it if I wasn't around, especially Santana. She was popular and she considered herself the best performer in school, although I would hardly consider cheer leading a performance. When she saw someone who was a threat to her 'title', and that I was, she immediately put zero effort towards becoming their friend, or even acquaintance. It didn't help that I had briefly dated Noah, when she was quite obviously besotted with him. And I got the feeling he still considered me hot stuff, providing further threat to Santana. She was so possessive. A few guys thought I was good looking, but I had enough self-control not to throw myself at them like she did. Jacob Ben Israel being one of those guys. I shuddered at the thought, he disgusted me beyond anything, and I was pretty sure he still had a pair of my panties. I'd have to get them back. On second thoughts, I didn't even want to consider what he had done to them, he could keep them for his own sick fantasies. I looked away from where I was gazing (thin air, I do believe), when someone who I hadn't even noticed spoke. Brittany. I smiled at her when she said my name, even if it was just my surname. It was like people had a problem with calling me Rachel, but I was just happy she had acknowledged my existence. Not that Brittany was mean-hearted, she was genuinely nice. Santana just enjoyed corrupting her, or at least, that's how I perceived it. Seeing the world, and her best friend, through Brittany's rose-tinted spectacles would surely show Santana in a better light.

When Lore asked me where Mr Schuester was, my mouth formed a small frown. I actually didn't know, and my faith in him was dwindling at the moment. As director of the glee club he should be the first here, and of course that position had been left to me. Was I the only one that still believed in the future of this club? Obviously some of our current members did too, but for the most part, it was just me. I shrugged a little, and turned to face her again "I'm not entirely sure. With Miss Pillsbury, if I'm going by what happened after Regionals. If he's not here soon, I'll start things. I'm a natural born leader, you know." I told her with a nod, my frown turning into a confident beam. People said my smile was one of my best features (although some would disagree). Others said it was my astounding voice, my eyes, my dark and beautiful locks or, if you asked Noah, my cleavage. I actually still owned the dress and lycra all-in-one I wore to try and impress Finn a while ago, but I hadn't gone near them. In my mind I had burnt them after he had called me a sad clown hooker. I bit my tongue gently, hating to remember times where Finn, or any guy for that matter, had insulted me. I had a long list that deserved shredding, but it wouldn't disappear. To distract myself, I looked from Santana to Brittany as spoke. They weren't the brightest bulbs in the box, and I smirked when Brit said she didn't have a song to sing. Did she really believe she had to re-audition? Gosh, if we did that we would only have enough members left for a one-woman-band. The one woman being me of course. I just rolled my eyes discreetly and went about correcting her. "No worry, Brittany. You don't have to audition, you did that already remember? When you three joined to spy for Miss Sylvester and spy on Finn." I looked at Quinn with an apologetic smile. I harboured no bad feelings against her any more, she had proven she was a changed person, and I believed people could change. Everyone deserved a second chance, but did that rule apply to Jesse as well?

For pity's sake, my attention span wasn't up to the job today. 'I will not think about that heart and baby animal abuser one more time today', I vowed. Okay, maybe one more..

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MUSIC ! my junk (snap, alice!) - spring awakening
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[brittany morris.]

your best friend is not your girlfriend

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Brittany’s attention had drifted from Santana, and her eyes were blankly drifting over the auditorium. Her mind wandered to other things, like the fact her sister was coming home from college in two days. She wrinkled her nose slightly, frowning at this thought. While she loved her sister dearly, she really didn't want to have to put up with her sister's constant snide comments. If Brittany was going to be honest, she knew that half of the reason she was such an airhead was because being smart wasn't worth it when she was being compared to her sister. Her sister was a genius, absolutely brilliant, and Brittany figured it was easier to be dumb than to try and compete with Marie.

Brittany was snapped out of her thoughts when Rachel spoke. She turned her head and listened to what she said, and smiled with relief, nodding. "Oh, good!

" She exclaimed, smiling brightly at Rachel. Brittany liked Rachel. Yes, the diva could be annoying, and yes, Santana really, really didn't like her, but Brittany had no problem with her. If anything, she was kind of grateful for Rachel. Rachel had taken Puck away from Santana for awhile, leaving Santana to hang out with Brittany more. It was nice while it lasted. Brittany gave Rachel a warm smile. It wasn't exactly a thank you, but it would have to suffice for now, since Santana was around. Brittany really didn't want to get into a whole explanation. Thinking about it made her head hurt. She let her thoughts go away from hard things like her feelings for Santana and spying and her sister, and let them go to more air-headed things like ducks and cats. There, that's more like it.

how did i let her inside?

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words:: 280, without code.
tagged:: everyone
notes:: I think I’m getting the hang of things again.
dress sense:: cheerios outfit.
moosix:: and I am telling you I’m not going – glee cast
credits:: template credited to blurrycure of CAUTION 2.0 seeing as she took teh time to make it. lyrics are from it hurts by the mighty angels & airwaves, so credit to them. pictures found on photobucket images - all photography used in this template is copyrighted to its original owner; edited slightly by alice occasionally... [/blockquote][/size][/color][/size][/color]

[noah puckerman]

i was supposed to be making my way to the auditions but i'd been running late. literally running late. i'd had to run all the way from my house to the school. my mum's car had broken down so she'd decided it would be smart to take my car keys and use my car instead of hers. i was out of breath but i tried to compose myself as i walked into the building, breathing in and then out steadily. i rubbed the back of my neck, walking towards the auditorium. i'd be playing the guitar and singing again. i'd practiced over the summer, contrary to what i'd acted like towards glee club. i didn't want to be nothing again and new directions made me feel like somebody. not that i'd ever admit that to anyone at all. not even quinn. why should i? my business was mine. nobody else's. not even my girlfriend's. yes. girlfriend. i'd seen her again and i just felt like calling quinn my girlfriend was relevant. that's what she was, really. i loved her. so much. enough to even think about getting beth back or even waiting for her to be happy enough and giving her another baby.

i walked into the doors of the auditorium and then smiled at the people who were already in there. rachel, lorelai, that aidan kid i'd been speaking to. he'd finally plucked up the courage to audition. good on him. who else? santana and brittany. and quinn. my eyes focused on her for a few moments before i chuckled to myself. i walked towards rachel as she was the first person i'd seen. "berry." i nudged her gently, grinning at her and then raising my eyebrows. "so, aidan's auditioned? he's good, right?" i nodded and then looked towards him, raising my eyebrows. he'd actually shown me what he'd got before and i'd said i'd recommend him. which was the exact thing i was doing now. i rubbed the back of my neck idly and smiled. "i recommend him. and that's saying something." i winked at her. it was only in a friendly way. i was half surprised that seth didn't decide to transfer just so he could be closer to rachel. i rolled my eyes at the thought. another jesse, most likely. whatever. i looked around the room, sighing again.