The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Danger, Will Schuester, Danger.

The first week of Sue Sylvester's involvement dawned on us and the only ones who didn't seem the slightest bit worried about the outcome of the impending chaos that was bound to happen was Quinn, Santana and Brittany. Frustrated that today and the next indeterminate amount of Glee Club rehearsals would involve Sue, I slam myself on the ground as everyone slowly enters the choir room. I sit on the ground messing with Artie's shoelaces while Mercedes braids my hair. Mr. Schue writes: SECTIONALS and turns to us, "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?"

"Can we maybe try something a little more black?" Mercedes asks, making me perk up. 

I nod my head vigorously, in turn making Mercedes pull my hair, "Owww. I agree. We do an awful lot of show tunes."

Rachel holds her hands up and sneers at our combined suggestions, "It's Glee Club, not Crunk Club."

"Don't make me take you to the carpet." "I'll pop and lock on your nose, Berry!" Mercedes and I threatened, overlapping with one another. The threats made everyone laugh and Rachel throw herself behind Finn, squeaking.

"Fantastic! Thank you, Mercedes, Lia. Duly noted. Anything else?" 

My boy Mike raises his hand, "I can pop and lock "

"Not really what we're goin' for, Mike but noted, noted, yes."

I walk out to use the restroom and come back to see our new co-co-director and Mr. Schue standing at the piano, "Well Ladies' choice." 

She called heads, and it was heads. She looked super excited, she is clearly up to something but I couldn't call her out on it because I would just make myself a new target for her wrath, "Awesome. All right. Following students have been selected for a special elite Glee Club called Sue's Kids."

I start protesting, complaining about her splitting us up, but Sue smirks at me then to Mr. Schue, who had voiced the same complains as I had, "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," Mr. Schue explains to Sue in attempt to reverse Sue's actions. 

She smirks at him with a knowing glimmer in her eyes, pulling out a book from her pocket, "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"."

I clench my jaw at her playing semantics and Mr. Schue is too, gritting out, "Fine. Hey, just go ahead, take all the football players and your Cheerios."

Sue claps her hands together excitedly and looks down at her list, pulling her reading glasses onto her face, "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," I sigh.

She ignores me AGAIN before calling out her select group, "Santana! Wheels! Gay kid! Come on! Move it! Asian! Other Asian, Aretha, Shaft and Beast Mode. I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the needs of minority students.And maybe that's your problem. Bigotry is no laughing matter." 

Beast Mode, huh? I actually don't hate it, it's not as bad as Mike's which is Other Asian or Kurt's, Gay Kid. Was I surprised to hear that she called me to be in her select group, absolutely because I did not look like your typical Hispanic teenager. Rather than having raven hair and dark eyes, I had wild, uncontrollable blonde curls and light eyes, the only thing about me that gives away my ethnicity being my name.