The Way We Were

The Way We Come Out

Mercedes sighed. She couldn't take much more of this. Karofsky and Azimio were hounding them for being in glee club. There was talk of course but no one had anything to say to their faces about it but those two. It was exhausting listening to them rant.

"It's a rainbow tribe!" Azimio was saying.

"Who cares?" Finn groaned. "It's pretty nice when you get over how weird it is to sing and dance."

"But it's weird." Karofsky pointed out.

"So what?! No one's making you watch!" Puck snapped.

"Those hockey pricks already talk about us. Why make it worse?"

"If Rick and those douchebags want to rumble, we can go."

Azimio nodded. "They might want to. I heard talk that they think they can kick your asses now."

"Bring it on!" Puck wasn't afraid.

Finn looked down. Puck had been dragging him into fights since third grade. "Why do they care what we do anyway?"

"Because this is high school." Azimio stressed.

"Can we talk about anything else?" Santana sniped.

"Let's go. Glee club starts any minute anyway." Quinn was tired of the tirade, too.

Azimio and Karofsky threw their hands up.

Marcy walked by. "Hey."

"Don't tell me you're in this club, too." Azimio groaned.

"What?" She was confused.

"Glee club."

"Yes."

"Why?" If he had hair, he'd pull it out.

She lifted a shoulder. "It's okay."

"I don't get you. First, you want to play hockey then you're a teen mom and now you're in glee club. Do you just hate your rep?"

"Character is what you are. Reputation is what people think you are."

"Huh?!" Karofsky gave up.

"We have to go." Finn didn't get it either but he was smart enough not to let on.

The large group moved to the choir room with Karofsky and Azimio waiting outside, angrily.

"We've got to stop them." Azimio said.

"How?" Karofsky was lost.

"Maybe we can get proof of their social standing going down the toilet?"

Karofsky shrugged. "It's worth a try."

W.W.W.

"Go on. Talk." Azimio pushed the curly haired youth in front of him.

"You-you are the least pop-popular kids in school." Jacob Ben Israel stuttered. He was nervous around his bullies and the used-to-be popular kids.

"See?" Karofsky threw out a hand. "Your reps are in the toilet."

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah, get." Azimio hooked a thumb behind him.

Jacob scampered off.

"You gotta quit this club." Azimio resumed talking to his friends. "It just ain't right."

"The club is for losers and if you stay in it, you'll be losers." Karofsky added.