𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 ꨄ︎ 𝑮𝒍𝒆𝒆

Part One [New School, New Life, New Team]

[A/N] Hi! Welcome to "Pretty Boy". This is a Glee Fanfiction set in season one. And yeah, I'm aware the events mentioned are out of order- but it's so I could make the plot work.  Lastly, I hope you enjoy!

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"Welcome to William McKinley High School."

Thanks. So far, I hate it. Their football team sucks, and their teachers are freaks. This crazy blonde woman knocked me over in the hallway, and everyone's a jerk.

"Oh, look guys- new guy thinks he can make the team." A chorus of chuckles followed, and I was swarmed. I sighed, then smiled at them sarcasticly. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but...your team hasn't won a game in...oh wait, ever."

They raised their eyebrows, unimpressed. "That's big talk for a small dude."

"I'm not small- your ego is just so big it covers your vision."

"Ohh," they chanted as smirks covered their faces. One approached and shoved me. "You wanna go, little man?"

"Honestly, I'm good. Thanks, though."

"So sarcastic. I hate it." He tried to hit me but I moved in time, and this foreign man entered the room yelling. "EVERYONE. ON THE FIELD. NOW!" So, I followed the upset, grumbling players outside.

"We're trying out a new player this week. He's new in town. Cole Newman?"

"Hey." I said.

"Great. Maybe he'll be better than all you losers, and we might actually have a chance at winning."

I raised my eyebrow, surprised. Some coach. No wonder why they're so terrible. The rest of the team grumbled.

"Alright, everyone, take a knee."

We settled into a neat line, facing the coach. Some guy ran out from the changing room.

"Finn. You're late. Again."

"Sorry, coach- I got caught up in this thing for Glee Clu-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Hudson. And where the hell is Puckerman?"

"Rehearsing, coach." This Finn guy said.

"Busy with the homosexual clan as usual," someone called from the line. "How was it, Finn?"

"Shut it, Kimmel!"

"EVERYONE, QUIET!" The coach called. "Kimmel's right, Hudson. I'm sick of you and Puck missing practice for your prancy-fancy-dancy singing club with Schuester. I'm hereby adding another football practice in the week, Thursday at 3pm- and if you're not there, Hudson- consider yourself replaced... Newman, can you throw?"

"Yeah, coach."

"This isn't fair, coach, Thursday is Glee rehearsal!"

"Think I give a shit, Hudson? Pass the message along to Puckerman. And all the rest of you who are a part of that retched club, this goes for you, too."

"But, coach-!"

"No, Finn! You choose. Football, or Glee."

"You're so gay, Finn!"

"I am not!"

"You better be here, man. You better not quit for that gang of geeks."

What on earth is this Glee Club? Why does everyone hate it so much? What's the big deal? We wasted half of practice yelling and arguing about it!

"Kimmel, Anderson, Mackenzie- go long. Newman, take this. The rest of you, well, stop him or something. And Hudson, get out of my sight."

What. An. Ass. At least, I am alot better than most of the guys on this team, so he dosen't hate me. I guess now, I just have to avoid this Glee Club, and I'm set.

"Welcome to the team, Newman. You want Quarterback?"

"Oh, hell yeah! Alright!"

"Wonderful. Guys, be nice to him- he's better than all of you, and I don't want him injured, he's our only shot."

I smirked. In the locker room, I stood on a bench. "Who's not gonna make the team?" I taunted.

"Watch it, Newman. We still don't like you."

"Oh, well that's fine. I don't care about that, I just wanted to rub it in that, you were wrong."

I was shoved off the bench, but I just smiled, and bowed. "Thank you."

"Faggot," someone slurred at me.

"Call me," I smiled before making my out the door.

This day might've started off pretty bad, but it could've ended worse.

"How was your first day, honey?"

"Not bad, Mom. Not bad at all."

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