Songbird

Throwdown 1x07

It's the first glee rehearsal with Coach Sylvester. If I was being honest, I hated it! Glee club was my only escape from her. All she would do is trash talk about me and my body. At school I would act as if it never got to me, but truth be told, it did. So bad that I haven't had anything to eat in the past 27 hours. I just drown my hunger with water. I tell my parents I eat at school and tell my friends I eat at home. 

No one notices. No one except for Santana. If I haven't eaten for more than 2 days she sits me down and holds my hand well I eat a decent meal. I hate her and love her for that. 

And it wasn't just me who she got to. She got to Mr. Shue as well.

"As we head into sectionals, I wanna get some feedback. Like, what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing. Is there anything... any music in particular...that you guys wanna do?", questions Mr. Shue. "Can we maybe try something a little more black?"

"I agree. We do an awful lot of show tunes.", I add. "It's Glee Club, not Crunk Club.", Rachel says. "Don't make me take you to the carpet."

"Fantastic! Thank you, Mercedes, Sarah.", Mr. Shue thanks us. "Just saying what everyone is thinking.", I add while giving Rachel one of my famous death glares. If looks could kill...

"Duly noted. Anything else?"

"I can pop and lock.", Mike suggests. "Not really what we're goin' for, Mike...but... noted, noted, yes." 

All of this was so strange. Coach Sue was not interrupting or starting her master plan.

[Flashback]

''I wanna pit these kids against one another. Am I clear? Quinn, update. Go.", Coach Sue insisted. "The minority students don't feel like they're being heard."

"Ah. Chink in the armor, huh? I am going to create an environment that is so toxic...no one will want to be a part of that club. Like the time I sold my house to a nice, young couple...and I salted the earth in the backyard...so that nothing living could grow there for a hundred years. You know why I did that? Because they tried to get me to pay their closing costs. This is gonna end badly.

"Awesome. All right. Following students have been selected...for a special elite Glee Club called Sue's Kids." Mr. Shue. pulls Coach Sue aside and has a not so secret conversation. " Hold on. We agreed not to split up the group."

"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 place at sectionals."

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

"Really? You need to crack open a book, William. Here. I have. Show Choir Rule Book. Page 24. Provision 14. Second addendum. "Twelve members must perform for each team. However, not all members must perform every song.", Coach Sue says proudly. 

"Fine. Hey, just go ahead, take all the football players and your Cheerios.", Mr. Shue says defeated. Little did he know that that was not Coach Sue's plan. "All right, everybody. Listen up. When you hear your name called, cross over to my side of this black, shiny thing."

"That's called a piano, Sue."

"Santana! Wheels! Gay kid! Come on! Move it! Asian! Other Asian. Aretha. And Shaft. I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the needs of minority students."

"You have got to be kidding me!", Mr. Shue says irritated. "I wouldn't kid about this. And maybe that's your problem. Bigotry is no laughing matter."

"And that's how Sue sees it.", Santana adds which makes me mad. I know Coach Sue told her to do this but instead of the glee club uniting, it's ripping apart. "Outstanding."