Title: The Second Auditions

Rating: T for sexual humor

Summary: After hearing of the new characters that are coming to Glee in season two I wanted to write a long fic about them but settled on a drabble-like oneshot instead. I might continue though because I really love Sam/Kurt, haha.

Chris Colfer claimed Kurt's boyfriend's name would be Sam.

For Faith, Lyra, and Evans I just made those names up, seeing as they are yet to be named.

I enjoy writing Faith/Kurt interaction—apparently she will be against homosexuality, but I think in the end she could end up close friends with Kurt and Mercedes. Maybe.

I didn't include Quinn's future boyfriend because I just heard about him~ Whoops. But I think he could join later on under Sam's infulence.

Ah, Sam, I love my version of you. Watch you be nothing like this in the real show.

Sorry if there's typos, I didn't beta.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters. If I did, Kurt would have more solos.

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Glee Club Auditions.

Those three bolded words on the green piece of paper thumb-tacked to the school hallways' bulletin board mean nothing to most who pass by on there way to various classes and electives, but for those whose names are scribbled under those three bolded words they mean a sense of escaping reality—a home, in a sense. Some of the names are new and unknown to us—Lyra, Evans, Faith—, some old and familiarr—Mercedes, Kurt, Artie, Tina, Mike, Matt, Santana, Brittany, Puck, Quinn, Finn, and, of course, Rachel with a star.

Glee Auditions start now.

The auditorium's seats aren't full in the least.

The former member of last year's glee club get up and have their go—it's easy for them, it comes natural. They know they'll all make it—it's not New Directions without all of them. You can't turn down family.

One of the new auditioners leans back in her seat, gazing around at the others. She's the new Filipino foreign-exchange student. Mr. Schuester calls out "Lyra Belano." She makes her way up to stage and Rachel watches unimpressed. She states the song she chose for her audition—it's Celine Dion's "Because You Loved Me." Rachel smirks with confidence. It takes talent to master Dion, talent that she doubts some random girl auditioning for glee club could pull off—besides herself, of course. But others lacked Rachel Berry's raw talent.

And then Lyra starts and a pain—very similar to PMS, she duly notes—forms in Rachel's stomach, because Lyra is not good, or great, but Rachel Worthy. The Filipino girl finishes and steps down from the stage, leaving the others to stare in awe. The silence is interrupted when the auditorium's door is flung open and a short girl with curly white-blonde hair dashes in, flinging herself into the nearest front row seat next to Kurt Hummel.

"Hi," she says—is that Southern accent he detects?—giving a little wave in the form of a twitch of the wrist. "Have auditions started?"

"Girl, they're practically over," Mercedes, who is sitting on the other side of Kurt, answers for him.

The blonde girl gives a little, "oh."

"But there's still time," Kurt says, turning his face to look over a girl. She's pretty (he guesses), with a nice set of doe eyes and unblemished skin. She wears a frilly white top, tucked into a pale pink skirt. "He's the last one"—Kurt gestures to the kid on stage named Evans Parker whose singing R&B—"you're next, I assume."

"Oh, goody,." The girl smiles and clutches at a small silver thing in her hands.

Mercedes eyes in and asks, "What's that?"

"A good luck charm?" Kurt guesses.

The girl gives the two a sweet grin. "Oh, no silly!" She holds it up—a miniature replica of Jesus on the Cross. "It's my own little Jesus Christ, my way of speaking with him, knowing he's always with me." She shakes her head as if about to cry in happiness. "He has yet to not answer any of my prayers."

Kurt mouthes the word "oh" and he and Mercedes give each other side glances that say, "This girl in on crack."

"Faith Sanderson!" Mr. Schuester calls.

"Ee!" the girl chirps, "that's me!" She leans in towards Kurt. "Let's just hope He answers this one as well."

Kurt nods and tries to pitch a quiet laugh for lack of a better answer.

The girl—Faith, he supposes—kissed his Jesus figurine and made her way up to the stage at a mild frolic. "Hi there, my name is Faith Sanderson and I will be singing 'Jesus Take the Wheel' by Carrie Underwood. I would like to dedicate this song to my Lord and Savior—"

"Faith, Faith," Mr. Schuester interrupts. "No need for a big speech. Just sing."

Once the singing commences, Mercedes whispers, "She's good" in a flat tone.

"Yeah," Kurt muses, "Rachel might have a lot of competition this year. Look at her. She's seething in her frilly toddler socks."

Mercedes mmmmhmed in agreement.

When she's done, Faith scampers down from the stage and plops down by Kurt and Mercedes again, biting her lip with excitement. "How'd I do?" She flashes her white teeth. "Don't mean to toot my own horn, but I think I did great."

"I think you did fabulous up there," Kurt says.

"Yeah, girl, you were working that, uh . . . country," Mercedes adds.

Faith put a hand to her heart and tilted her head. "Aww, thank you, guys. People here in Lima are just so sweet."

"Sure," Kurt says sarcastically with an unamused expression. "They're darling."

Faith looks like she's about to go on another escapade about how wonderful and truly Christianly everyone is here when Mr. Schue gets up and faces the students.

"Well, it looks like that's it. I have to say everyone did an excellent job today and I hope to see you all a part of glee club this year, especially the new faces we have here today. Now, without farther adieu, you can be dismissed—" The auditorium's door suddenly burst open for the second time with yet another blond—a boy this time. He was tall—not Finn-tall, but tall to say the least—and good-looking with a long nose and a tossed mop of wavy hair. He sports a McKinnely High red football jacket, Kurt notes, and a confused expression.

"Um," he says.

"Hey, Sam!" Finn greets, giving a wave.

Sam still looks confused.

"Hey, uh, Sam," Mr. Schue says, clearly not knowing who Sam is.

Sam "ums" again. "Well, uh, I saw Finn, Puck, and the guys"—he motions to Mike and Matt who tend to not be important—"come in here and I thought—well, I assumed—football tryouts were being held here, but know that I think about it—that doesn't really . . . make . . . sense." He pauses, looking awkward. "I, um, will just be going—glee club, really, guys—never mind, goodbye. Have a greet time singing—"

"Sam."

"—and things. I don't really know what you people do in here so—"

"Sam."

"Yes, Mr.—oh, geez, blank out, I know you're the Spanish teacher."

"Mr. Schuester. Would you like to audition for glee club?"

"Why no, Mr. Schuester, I would not. I—I, well, I can't sing. To be in glee club I here you have to sing—"

"You can sing, man," Finn puts in. "I've heard you I the locker room showers."

"—and be gay." Sam pauses again to stare at his fellow team mate. "Dude, that's kinda creepy."

"Well, you can," Finn mumbles, slightly embarrassed.

"I think the question is," Mr. Shuester announces to the class, "if Sam can apparently sing, why does choose to lie about it?"

"Actually, I think the question is why is Finn stalking me in the showers," Sam says offhandedly.

"C'mon, Sam. Get up there a sing," Mr. Schue urges.

"Um, no, really, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because—what do you mean why?—glee club!" Sam sputters, glancing over to his teammates. "The guys think you guys are in a gay foursome. I'm serious, man. I can't do this. I can't be the five to the fivesome."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Typical jock. They act all tough and macho, but when it comes to something like this like act like squeamish little girls."

Sam gives Kurt a look that says, "screw you."

Kurt shrugs.

Mr. Schuester sighs. "Just sing a song."

"But I don't want to!" the blond jock protests.

"Then don't."

There's an awkward silence. Sam bits his lip and switches his weight from one foot to the other.

"Fine."

The club looks up at him in question.

"What?" Mr. Schuester says.

"I said fine! Jesus Christ," Sam huffs.

"Don't say God's name in vain!" they hear Faith exclaim. Sam ignores this and clambers onto stage. They wait for him to sing.

"I don't know any songs," he admits.

"You have to know at least one song," the teacher chides.

"You sing the Dixie Chicks in the shower," Finn says and Puck snorts in laughter.

"I do not sing the Dixie Chicks in the shower. I don't even know what that is—it sounds like a porno. Please, please, stop listening to me in the shower, it's very discomforting—"

"Sam." Mr. Schue teacher is losing his patience.

"What? I don't know any songs, okay? I mean, I guess I know some." Sam's scratches his head. "My mom—my mom is a huge fan of Jeff Buckley. Don't ask why, she just is. She plays him like a ritual. Enough for the lyrics to morbidly implant my brain. I can be cliché and sing 'Hallelujah'—I think. And I mean it, I think I can."

This is suits Mr. Schuester fine. He shrugs and tells Sam to get on with it.

"Okay, um—okay. This is going sound horrible. Jesus Chri—Christmas—alright, here I go."

And he went and the rest listened—they were surprised (except Finn) because he was actually really good. He wasn't any male Rachel, but he was pretty decent, if not very decent. In the end they clap and Finn says, "I told you so."

"That was great, Sam," Mr. Schue complimented. "See."

Sam looks embarrassed. "It was alright, I guess."

The teacher turns to the students and Sam hops off stage and sat next to Mike and Matt. "And that ends our auditions today unless someone else happens to randomly make their presence known—no one? Okay. It's over. You are all dismissed."

Lyra and Evans leave filling sure of themselves.

Faith thanks God for answering her prayers.

Sam makes a mental list of how to prepare for being slushied.