Kylie Wilson stood in front of her new school. "West McKinley High. Here we go."

She stepped through the doors, and almost immediately got pushed into the center of the atrium, landing on her stomach on the floor.

"Are you alright?"

Kylie looked up to see a teacher, Mr. Will Schuester, standing over her. She smiled sheepishly. "Um, yeah, I'm fine."

She stood up and dusted herself off, and he helped her gather her things. He smiled at her as he handed her some of her books. "You must be new. My name's Mr. Schuester."

"Kylie Wilson. And, yes, I am new." She glanced around the atrium, then back at Will. "I'm also lost. Can you help me?"

"Sure. Where's your schedule?"

Kylie pulled it out of her bag and handed it to him.

"First block, Spanish 1, with me." Will glanced at her. "That won't be hard to find." He looked back down at her schedule. "Algebra, English Lit, Physics, US History...you have a study hall after that..." He looked up at Kylie again. "Looks like a pretty good schedule."

"Only missing one thing."

"What?"

Kylie sighed. "Music. I don't have a music class."

"Are you an instrumentalist?"

"Singer. Mezzo-soprano."

"Really?" he asked, as they started walking in the direction of his classroom.

"Yeah, I was in both choirs at my old school, plus I sang with the Jazz Band, and did a good amount of musical theater."

"Can I hear you?"

"N-now? Um, okay..." She took a deep breath and began to sing.

"I can finally see that you're right there beside me. I am not my own, for I have been made new. Please don't let me go, I desperately need you."

After a moment, he shook his head. "You're good. Have you ever performed in a show choir?"

"No, actually, I haven't."

Will smiled. "Would you be interested?"