The Gleeful Return [Q. F.]

- 1 - New Newbies

A/N: I'm back! If you're a returning reader, welcome back! If you're new to this series, I suggest reading "Welcome To Glee Club" first. Enjoy this first chapter!

"Welcome back! I hope you all had a wonderful summer! A new school year means a new set of recruits. This week's assignment is to get some new faces interested in the club so they will, hopefully, audition. If you want, feel free to just jump up and start singing during lunch. That would certainly get people's attention."

"You're joking, right?" Kurt asked.

"We're still at the bottom of the food chain," Finn added.

"I'm kidding, guys. Though that would be great, you don't have to if you're not comfortable with that. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. Just be yourselves, that's all I ever ask of you." Mr. Schue ended with a smile.

The rest of the period was just a lot of talk and catching up. Like Mr. Schuester said, there wasn't a real theme for the week, so there wasn't anything to start or practice on. Besides, we have plenty of time until Sectionals, so there's nothing to be worried about. Yet.

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The first day of school was pretty quiet, as they usually are. I walked in and opened my locker on the second day, ready to get started on actual course work. I was about to close my locker and walk to class when I was interrupted by something in the hallway.

"I can't believe you!"

"It's none of your business!"

"You said you weren't going to rejoin!"

"So? It's my choice!"

"It's my turn to be captain, Fabray!"

"Oh really? Is that why you got a boob job over the summer?"

"It was just a little surgery!"

"No! A surgery is when you get your appendix or your tonsils out! You. Got. A. Boob. Job!"

"Yep, sure did!"

I tried to find a familiar face in the crowd gathered around the fight. "Brittany, what's going on?"

"Quinn and Santana are fighting."

"Yeah, I see that. What about?"

"Quinn's on the Cheerios again."

"What?" Brittany nodded. Before I could open my mouth, Santana slammed Quinn against the lockers, the noise regaining my full attention.

Slap. "Hey! You can't hit me!"

"Why? Did you get knocked up again? Was it actually Finn this time?"

Slap. "God! Give it up, Santana!"

"Slut!" Quinn pushed Santana off of her and onto the ground.

"Stop the violence."

"I'm the captain of the Cheerios, Santana! Build a bridge and get over it!"

"That spot has always been mine!"

Quinn gave Santana a fake smile. "Go cry about it. Here's a straw if you want to suck it up."

By this time, the crowd had grown substantially. The increased attention had finally caught the eye of some teachers. Mr. Schuester pushed his way through the crowd to get to Quinn and Santana.

"Hey! Knock it off, you two." He put his arms in between them and grabbed Quinn.

"I'll go all Lima Heights on your ass any day, Fabray."