Before you read this, you need to know a few things. Don't read if you can't wait. My next update might be in a year so if you can wait that long, go ahead and read it. Otherwise I suggest you go back and find another story.

I haven't watched either Shadowhunters or Glee. I've only reached season 1 of Shadowhunters and have seen several clips of Glee on Youtube, and this chapter clearly shows my limited knowledge on both the fandoms. If any errors are there, feel free to mention it to me.

Also, my other stories are currently on a break. I haven't abandoned them, if that's what you are thinking. I am currently stuck in another country due to the pandemic and my draft of the other two stories are at home, and I'm lazy to write them again, so you are going to have to wait till all this is over. Sorry again.

As usual, I do not own either Shadowhunters or Glee. This is just me toying with a few words and a crappy plot. I have a good idea for this story, but its gonna take a lot of time to put into paper, so bear with me.

And with that happy note, continue reading this very short chapter.

It was a regular day at McKinely High School's glee club. The group was arguing about their next performance. Rachel, as usual, was proposing for a song that would "highlight her voice" and Santana was busy making snide remarks. The rest of the New Directions stood by silently, having realized that it was no use when Santana and Rachel were fighting. Brittany, the only one able to calm Santana when she was "Auntie Snixx" was not present, having gone with Mike to the dance studio to practice a new routine, which basically meant that Snixx was not going to stop her rant any time soon.

Mr. Schuester was about to put the fight to an end, when two people walked into the choir room. Well, more like stumbled, seeing as one of them was heavily leaning on the other. The shorter man, wearing something that could only ever be found in Kurt's wardrobe, tripped, and the taller one, who appeared to be injured, tumbled on to the floor, where he laid, unconscious. Santana and Rachel had stopped fighting by then, and Finn and Mr. Schuester were about to go help, when the man looked up. They all stopped in their tracks. Tina stood up, almost jumping to meet the man.

"Please, help my husband," The Mike-look-a-like pleaded, and promptly passed out. Finn and Schuester ran and dragged them into the class, checking for their pulse, when two people walked in. More specifically, Mike and Brittany. The entire glee club gasped. Mike looked down at his unconscious form.

"What the hell!?"

As I said, its very short. The later chapters will be longer and much better, I promise. Thank you for reading and sticking with me. Also stay safe. These are tough times, so I hope you all are doing well. And treating everyone with kindness (yes, this is me telling you- no, ordering you to treat everyone equally. No one should judge based on what's outside. What matters is who you are on the inside. And for those of you who still think its okay to be racist, then please, don't read my stories. Being a colored person, I have been on the end of discrimination, and it hurts knowing that people are picking on you for something you had no control over. So stop. Treat everyone with respect and dignity)

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