New Directions

Open tryouts. Open tryouts.

It was a travesty. Even last September, Principal Figgins would never have required this of her, but thanks to the insane machinations of the Glee club, now she had to think about being inclusive. Inclusive!

It was a disgrace!

Finally, when it looked like all the losers potential candidates were in the gym, she lifted her bullhorn to her lips.

"Listen up! I'm going to call out your name, and when I do, you are to do whatever pathetic excuse for a routine you have, and when my eyes begin to pain me because of your craptastic routine, I will tell you to stop and if you have gotten in! Now, first name..."


She looked on her list and announced the first name, then settled down for an afternoon of potential torture.

Sue was in her office, mapping out her current plans for World Domination in her journal, as she did every year. Even though she had given the Glee club another chance, that still didn't mean that she was going to let Will Schuester relax in his lard-haired glory all year.

Oh no...that would simply never do.

And so, there were Plans.

She was highly encouraged at the turnout so far for the tryouts. It looked like Quinn Fabray was coming back...the tension in the top three cheerleaders would be back in play, for the most part.

It was good tension. Tension that made everyone work harder.


This was going to be a good year.

Shortly after dinner, Coach Sylvester sent out an e-mail to her current Cheerios. In it, she demanded that the Cheerios be extra nice to one Kurt Hummell and one Mercedes Jones for the duration of one week. If they had a slushie coming their way, intercept it. If someone were picking on them, defend them. Anyone who disobeyed these rules would lose their tanning privileges and be forced to run laps around Lima.

((OOC: Obviously, Kurt and Mercedes would not have received this e-mail. Those characters who are Cheerios can choose to share it, but unless they do, no one would have a clue what's up.))

Kurt had been trying to get the jumps down for the show. He had tried and tried and tried and ended up bruised and sore and still unable to do the damn things. People kept telling him that the choreography could be fixed, that he didn't have do to the jumps, but he wanted to be perfect. Perfect.

So he'd thought about it, poring over the issue in his head. Who would be the very best person to help him with jumps? And the first person who came to mind scared the crap out of him. But...she really would be the best. If she would do it. She probably wouldn't do it. She was probably going to laugh in his face. Maybe spit on him or something. But it was worth a shot. He'd been laughed at and spit on anyway, might as well possibly get something of use out of it.

And so, working up the nerve, he took a deep, shuddering breath and knocked on Sue's door. Oh, God, what was he doing?

"Ms. Sylvester?"

This was too good.

Sue Sylvester smirked to herself as she walked down the hallways. Students dove out of her way or averted their eyes as she passed, not wanting to incur the wrath of the Dean of Students and Cheerios Head Coach. Luckily for them, Sue was in a great mood. She didn't need to torment the students--for now.

The blonde woman sipped at her protein shake. Yes...everything was going just fine. Schuester's little club was getting themselves in a right little mess with the community on their own. She couldn't have asked for a better set up if she tried. Hell, she barely needed to orchestrate anything on her own!

She still would and has, of course. A little weapon she liked to call Sue's Corner certainly helped her with that.

"Let it be known that Sue Sylvester is a patron of the arts," she had said, giving a cocky grin to the camera. "I've got no problem with men cross dressing and the occasional backstage misdemeanor. And, hey, who cares if it affects the actors psychologically in the long run? If they want to pretend they're the reincarnation of their characters' every whim, that's not my problem."

Oh, yes, things were going to prove very interesting for the merry band of misfits. She was the mighty Achilles to their pathetic little Trojan army. When this was done, she'd fasten Will Schuester's Hector to her chariot and parade him around the city.

After being tripped by a freshman with braces on the way back to her office, Sue was in a bad mood. She had threatened the boy and told him that if he ever so much as grinned in her general direction, she would find the nearest kid with braces, shove their faces together and ensure that they were stuck that way forever.

( It would take more than an episode of Whoopi Goldberg making an idiot out of herself on the View to cheer Sue Sylvester up today. )