𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 | s. lopez

Bad Reputation

Ugent meeting in the choir room. NOW!! -- Kurt

"Did you get the text too?" asked Juniper as she walked up beside Tina.

"Yeah. What do you think it's all about?" she asked.

"No idea. Maybe it has something to do with that list that was posted," replied the brunette as they entered the choir room.

"Fellow Glee Clubbers, I called this meeting because our free-falling reps reached terminal velocity," said Kurt. "We are DEFCON 1."

"We're such zeros they didn't even bother putting us on the Glist," mumbled Mercedes.

"That's probably a good thing," said Juniper.

"What does a C-lister do when their tiny star is about to fall off Perez Hilton's radar screen?" asked Kurt. "They cause a scandal so extreme they can no longer be ignored."

"Um, excuse me," said Artie, raising his hand. "Why is she here?"

They turned to the risers and saw Brittany sitting with a dead expression on her face.

"I've been here since 1st period," said the blonde. "I had a cold. I took all my antibiotics at the same time and now... I can't remember how to leave. But I also don't know why I've only made fourth on the Glist. I made out with, like, everyone in this school. Boys, girls, Mr. Kidney the janitor. I need to do something to get into the top three."

"Fine, you're in," said Kurt.

"In what?" asked Juniper.

"We don't even have a plan," added Mercedes.

"What is the worst thing a student can do at this school?" asked Kurt.

"Eat in the cafeteria?" asked Tina, getting a laugh out of Mercedes.

"No. Be a disruption in the library," said Kurt. "And I'm not talking about trying to check out a reference book. I'm talking about full-on chaos. Including getting your Glee on in the stacks."

"Genius," gasped Artie.

****

The next day, Juniper, Brittany, Artie, Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt went to the library to perform a hip-hop number.

"Looks like we got a full house, y'all," said Mercedes.

"We could get in serious trouble for this," said Juniper.

"I'm kind of getting cold feet here," said Artie.

"Can you even feel your feet?" asked Brittany.

"Team, listen up," whispered Kurt. "If we pull this off, we will be legends at this school. We'll rocket up the Glist. We'll be top five, easy."

Brittany and Juniper exchanged a look and nodded.

"Artie," said Kurt. "Pump up the jam. It's about to go down."

When the number ended, the librarian came over to them.

"Here it comes," said Artie.

"That was very cute," said the librarian.

Tina and Juniper exchanged a confused look.

"I'm gonna talk to my pastor, and see if I can't get you kids to perform that for our Sunday service."

****

"She fucking said it was cute!" complained Juniper as she paced back and forth in the choir room. "What about that number was cute?" she asked as she sat down next to Brittany.

"Well, look at you, you are cute," Brittany smiled, and gently touched the girl's cheek.

"Nothing about you is intimidating at all," said Santana as she came into the choir room.

"No one asked you," said Juniper, glaring at the Latina.

"Then why are you listening?" asked the raven haired girl, a smirk forming on her face when the shorter girl didn't respond. "That's what I thought."

"Santana, why are you even here?" asked the brunette, crossing her arms.

"I heard you ran away from your witch foster mom and you're living with Berry and her gay Broadway dads," said Santana.

"So what if I am? It's none of your business."

"Juni, just let her talk," Brittany said gently.

"Fine," sighed Juniper. "You have thirty seconds."

"Drop the attitude, I'm trying to be nice here," said Santana. "Look, pack your things. I already talked to my parents and they said you can come stay with us. Our extra bedroom was turned into an office for my dad, so you'll have to stay in my room."

"And why would I want to do that?"

"Because I know you don't want to spend another night listening to Yentl blab on and on about Barbra Streisand or some other Broadway star no one but her cares about. And like I said, I'm trying to be nice for once."

Juniper thought it over for a moment. It did seem like Santana actually had her best interests in mind. What's the worst that could happen?

"I'll be there tonight," said Juniper.