Unlikely Star

Props

*A/N: Hi everybody! First of all, thank you so much for all the support! I can't believe I've made it to over 850 views! That's just insane! Remember to vote for your favorite chapters (which is hopefully most of them!) As background for this episode, I'm going to be going into Tina's POV for the part where everyone switches. This means that when I say a character's name, the name not in parentheses will be the character the person is pretending to be, and the name in parentheses is the person who is dressed up in those clothes. Ex: Kurt (Finn) and Blaine (Puck) pulled me out of the fountain and began referring to me as Rachel. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!*

With Nationals only a week away, everyone began putting their heads down and focusing on putting in the work. I could already tell that Coach Sue had a lot prepared to put us through. To start off the lesson, Mr. Schue simply wrote "NATIONALS" on the board. He turned around and simply said, "Nationals."

The enthusiasm and anticipation in the room was released as we all cheered along. We had to work hard to get that trophy because some of us won't get another chance to win a Nationals competition. "Okay, song selection: we'll be kicking off our vintage theme with the legendary Jim Steinman's 'Paradise By the Dashboard Light.' Rachel will do the solo 'It's All Coming Back to Me Now.'" No surprise there. Rachel was getting the big solo for Nationals.

"One of Celine Dion's most powerful ballads, inspired by Wuthering Heights."

"And we'll be working on a new Troubletones number, utilizing the talents of our featured performer, Porcelina Hummel." I'm sorry, who?

"Not going to happen Dragon Lady." I thought the point of the Troubletones number was to showcase the Troubletones, not us and Kurt dancing in a dress with us.

"Oh, you'll do as you're told he/she. We will be performing 'What A Feeling' from Flashdance, and I'm familiar with the choreography, of course, because I was Jennifer Beals' dance double." That seems highly unlikely. "And on that note, look under your seats."

Under mine was a small cardboard box containing some kind of welding helmet. Were we going to have to build the stage to make up for the cost of transportation? I wouldn't put it past our school to make that agreement with the Show Choir Competition Group. Sam was ecstatic about getting to wear one, and of course took the opportunity to fully live out his Darth Vader fantasies.

"Best way to get props is to use props."

Sam turned in Joe's direction and told him, "Luke, I am your Father." Joe just had a blank expression on his face. "Uh, Darth Vader."

"Is that a movie?" Sam turned back towards me for support, but I just leaned up against him, saying, "You're my only hope Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Apparently Star Wars was Sam's holy relic, except for the Bible, because he immediately corrected me. "That's actually not the order she says that in, and she doesn't say that to Darth Vader. She's really saying it to R2-D2, who's supposed to give it to Obi-Wan Kenobi, who would then..."

I tried my best to relate to something he was so passionate about. "A healthy dose of props and our plucky transexual Porcelina, and you are over the top."

"Aren't props kind of cheesy?"

"Guys, I've asked Coach Sue's help because she's a winner, and I'm not ashamed to admit this, but I want to win." Well hopefully. Or what else would we all be doing here? "But there's not one person in that audience who will think we're anything but underdogs who would be lucky to place at Nationals. We didn't even make it to the top ten last year. We've got one last week to come together and shake things up. If there's anyone here who is not up for trying and working their butts off, you should just get up right now and leave."