Sophomore Year (Glee [Book 1])

Ch. 8 - Change

(A/n)

I made a little change. Brianne and Puck's date is changed to the following Friday, so this chapter starts off on a Monday.

**1 WEEK LATER**

Brianne's POV

Blah blah blah! Sectionals is totally gonna go by. We'll win. They lose, easy.

I strummed the strings of my guitar.

"Is there anything, any type of music in particular you wanna do?" Is all I heard come out of mister Schue's mouth.

"Can we maybe try something a little more, black?" Mercedes asked.

"I agree. We do an awful lot of show-tunes." Kurt rose an eyebrow.

"It's glee club, not krunk-club." Rachel said.

"Don't make me take you to the carpet." Mercedes turned to her.

I laughed quietly and continued strumming my guitar.

"Fantastic." Mister Schue pointed. "Thank you Mercedes, Kurt. Noted. Anything else?" he asked.

Mike raised his hand.

"I can pop'n lock."

"Not really what we're going for but, noted, noted. Yes." Mister Schue nodded.

I laughed again.

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"Ladies choice. Heads." Coach said.

They flipped the coin.

"Heads." Mister Schue sighed.

"Awesome. Alright, the following students have been selected for a special elite glee club called Sue's kids." Coach said

"Hold on, we agreed not to split up the group." Mister Schue shook his head.

"Aw come on, Will. Give me a chance to do things Sue Sylvester's way. Maybe with my proven leadership abilities, I can help this pathetic group of mouth breathers get a place at sectionals." Sue said.

"We can't even compete I'm sectionals if we divide up the club, Sue. It's against the rules." He answered.

"Really? You need to crack open a book William. Here, I have.

Show choir rule book, page 24, prevision 14, second addenda."

"'12 members must perform for each team however, not all members must perform every song.'" She said.

"Fine. Okay, just go ahead, take all the football players and your cheerios." Mister Schue sighed.

"Alright everybody, listen up. When you hear your name called, cross over to my side of this black shinny thing." She said.

I laughed at her bluntness.

"It's called a piano, Sue." Mister Schue told her.

"Santana! Wheels! Gay Kid! Come on! Move it! Asian! Other Asian! Aretha! Crystal! My head cheerios ex! And Shaft." She said.

Mister Schue glared at her.

"Now that I think about it, Matt is actually really hot." Jayda whispered in my ear.

I laughed.

"See, Will. I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the needs of minority students." She said.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Mister Schue whisper-yelled.

"Oh I wouldn't kid about this, Will. And maybe that's your problem."