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06 December 2010 @ 03:15 pm
 
Disclaimer: The usual. If it's here, it's not mine, unless otherwise stated.

Author's Note: If you're here, odds are good that you can handle swearing, violence, and sexual situations, because those things happen in at least one of the shows I'm using for this fanfic.
This doesn't really have any spoilers. Or at least, I don't think it does. If someone notices something, I'll gladly edit this for warnings.

About this chapter: I'm playing with the order of things from the BtVS canon now. Instead of Mr. Platt dying in season three, I've decided he died in season two, in what would have been Go Fish. Gage is still alive, as a result.
I'm trying to think of a name for their glee club because I'm tired of writing glee club. Any ideas? I might just stick with New Directions.


"Have you considered applying to college?"

Faith snorted as she stood up straight, lowering her fists. "I'm really hopin' that's not directed at me."

Giles looked embarrassed. "As a matter of fact, I had been speaking to Buffy. But it certainly wouldn't hurt you to think about college, yourself."

Buffy shrugged. "I kind of thought about it. Once. As in, 'these frat boys suck, I'm not ever going to college.'"

Faith gave Buffy a questioning look, then smiled. "You were hanging around frat boys?"

"They tried to feed me to a snake demon." Buffy explained.

"Was that before or after you got pelvic with a vamp?"

Buffy pouted slightly as she looked over at Giles, who was suddenly busy with cleaning his glasses. "Before. And it wasn't a vampire. I mean, he was. But he was more than that, okay? It's hard to explain."

"Like, what? He bit you during? Kinky."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Uh, no, that's not what happened at all. We should probably go."

"Yes, that would be best for everyone." Giles muttered.

Faith slung her arm around Buffy's shoulders as they walked into the hall. "So, anybody else you're into around here? I'm gonna need to know who's off limits."

"Faith..." Buffy sighed. "Maybe you didn't catch on yesterday, but I'm not the most popular girl at this school." She stopped at her locker. "You're guaranteeing yourself a bad reputation by being seen with me."

"I can handle it." Faith leaned back against the locker next to Buffy's and grinned over at her. "You've got to lighten up, you know? This is the last year you have of high school, and then you never have to see these people again if you don't want to. You could go to college anywhere, right? I've got this town covered."

Buffy hesitated. "Right."

Castiel stopped and stared at Faith.

Faith laughed. "See something you like?"

"You're leaning against my locker. I need my books." Castiel frowned.

Faith moved away from the locker. "Damn. I'm starting to think the stick one of you has is contagious and the other one is infected. Kinda hard to tell which one of you is worse, though."

"Yes, well... you try being gay in a town like Sunnydale." Castiel muttered. "It's unpleasant."

Faith laughed. "Doesn't seem to bother Meg and Anya."

"They're not lesbians. Not in the strictest sense of the word, anyway." Buffy shrugged and closed her locker.

"And that doesn't explain you, unless there's something you'd like to share with the class?" Faith smiled at Buffy.

"I used to live in Los Angeles. I was popular. I was the Cordelia of my school back then. I moved out here right around the time I actually cared about having friends instead of sheep. It just turned out that the only people I felt like being friends with were considered losers. And now they don't even want to talk to me." Buffy ducked suddenly, pulling Castiel and Faith to the floor with her. A plastic cup landed on Buffy's back, spilling cold soda on her. She shuddered.

"What the hell was that about?" Faith looked up at Buffy. "You sure you're not looking to switch teams?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and got up, holding her hands out to help Faith and Castiel stand up.

"I've got a spare shirt in my locker." Castiel told Buffy. "I can't promise it's going to fit you."

Buffy sighed. "Thanks."

Castiel opened his locker and held the shirt out to Buffy. "Just bring it back tomorrow. Clean, of course."

"Of course." Buffy repeated. She glanced over at Faith, who snorted.

"It's become apparent that we have to stick together. I've joined the glee club as well."

"What did you sing?" Faith curled her hand around the inside of Castiel's elbow.

"Look What You've Done by Jet." Castiel frowned slightly. "Why?"

"I was just wondering, that's all." Faith gestured for Buffy to follow them. "So, what's your story?"

"I don't follow." Castiel glanced over at Faith. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"Help me out here, B." Faith reached out with her other hand and grabbed Buffy's wrist, pulling her forward.

"I would, except that I don't really get what you're asking him, either." Buffy admitted.

"You know, 'daddy's a drunk and mom ran off with a preacher.' That kind of thing. What's your story? Who are you?"

"I'm emancipated." Castiel shrugged at them. "I haven't lived with my father for awhile now."

Buffy went into the bathroom to change her shirt.

"Yeah, I'm an orphan, too." Faith muttered.

"I'm not an orphan. My father's still alive."

Faith laughed. "You're unreal. Why do you talk like Eddie Haskell's wet dream?"

"Who's Eddie Haskell? Is he a student here?"

Faith stared at Castiel, trying to decide if he was being serious or not. "You wanna go make out somewhere?"

"Have you grown a penis in the last two minutes?" Castiel laughed. "I'm still gay."

"I didn't ask if you were going to send me flowers after."

Buffy walked out of the bathroom. "Well?"

Castiel glanced at her, then nodded. "It looks all right. Your friend is propositioning me."

Faith laughed. "I wasn't serious. Not completely, anyhow."

"Faith, what did you do?" Buffy frowned.

"If I decide not to tell you, is it gonna bug you all day?" Faith smiled.

Buffy's eyebrows rose. "Probably?"

"Huh. Sucks for you." Faith laughed and walked away.

Buffy sighed as she turned to face Castiel.

"She seems nice."

Buffy laughed. "Thanks again for letting me borrow your shirt. I'm starting to think I should leave this school. I can't exactly fight everybody who decides to treat me like crap. I'm trying to stay out of trouble."

"Where would you go? There are no other high schools in Sunnydale." Castiel stared at her.

"Your eyes are really blue."

"What?"

Buffy shook her head. "Nothing. Boarding school, I guess. Or reform school, if my mom decides I need it."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Castiel glanced at his watch. "I have to go to class." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Avoid trouble today, okay?"

Buffy smiled faintly. "Okay. See you later."

~

Dean looked over at Sam. "I don't get it. Dad said that the music room was haunted. You're sure the meter didn't pick up anything last night?" He kept his hands steady on the cafeteria table. Ever since Cordelia had told him she was pregnant, he felt like he might as well be wearing a banner around his brother. 'Slept with your girlfriend.' He still wasn't sure how to admit the truth to Sam, and every time he decided to tell Cordelia that he wanted to see proof, she was around someone else that looked at him like he was the scum of the earth.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I checked every corner of that room, and the hall outside of it. There was nothing."

"I'll call Bobby after school, then. Maybe another hunter got here first. He'd probably know."

Cordelia sat down next to Sam. "I'm pregnant."

Dean dropped his fork.

"What? We had sex two days ago." Sam said quietly. He gave Dean an apologetic look. "I think we should talk about this somewhere else."

"Well, I don't. It was hard enough for me to come up with a good lie to tell Harmony so that I could come over here without her following me." Cordelia looked at Dean. "She wants you to take her to homecoming."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Sam chuckled. "Dean doesn't go to dances. But there's no way I could be the one who got you pregnant."

"You're my boyfriend and we had sex, Sam. Do the math."

"That's just it. I am doing the math. It takes at least three days after conception to determine if you're pregnant. We slept together two days ago."

"Well, maybe I just have really strong ovaries." Cordelia shrugged. She glanced at Dean, panic becoming evident in her eyes.

"No offense, but I doubt it. The other thing is... why would you take a pregnancy test, unless you were hoping to get pregnant?" Sam cleared his throat. "Were you already pregnant and didn't want me to know?"

"Sam." Dean sat back in his chair.

"Dean, I'm kind of in the middle of something, if you hadn't noticed." Sam interrupted. "I really don't like being lied to, Cordy."

"I'm suddenly regretting that I didn't pay more attention in health class." Cordelia mumbled. "Seems like you did."

"Yeah, and it's paying off now." Sam said dryly. "So, I have to ask you now. Who got you pregnant? You owe me that much."

"Are we breaking up?" Cordelia bit her lip. "Because if we are, then I don't know that I have to tell you anything."

Dean looked back and forth between Cordelia and Sam. He was terrified that his heart was pounding loud enough for them to hear it.

"You were going to manipulate me. Yeah, we're breaking up." Sam took a deep breath. "It sucks, because I really liked you."

"Wow. Already using past tenses." Cordelia frowned. "Okay, well there's no reason for me to keep wasting my time at this table." She got up and walked away.

"Are you okay, Sam?" Dean asked quietly.

"I've been better. You look about as shaken up as me." Sam commented.

"Yeah, 'cause I was trying to picture you telling Dad that you got some girl pregnant." Dean snorted half-heartedly. "I'd come visit your grave at Christmas, though."

Sam smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks for that, I guess."

"Look, you're in the clear. If she had suckered you into it, you'd be raising some kid that wasn't even yours for the rest of your life."

"I'm going to find out who got her pregnant." Sam mumbled.

"What? Why? It's none of your business now, right? Let it go, Sammy." Dean pushed his tray away from him. He had lost his appetite.

"Because he deserves to know. Whoever he is. Wouldn't you want to know if you were going to be a dad?"

Dean's mouth opened, but his words died on his lips. "I'd probably give her money to take care of it." He muttered.

Sam looked horrified. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Hell yeah, I'm serious." Dean blurted. "I don't have time to be a dad right now."

Sam frowned. "I didn't mean right now. I meant, you know, ever."

"Oh. Well, ask me again in a few years." Dean shrugged. "But right now? Not a snowball's chance in hell."

~

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might."

Chuck held one hand up. "Jo, that's enough."

"Oh god, did I sound really bad?" Jo looked worried.

"No." Chuck laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about. I'm only stopping you because I don't need to hear anything more. You're in."

Jo squealed and clapped her hands together. "Yes!"

"Do you think you can teach Cordelia Chase how to sing?" Chuck gave Jo a hopeful look.

Jo grinned as she walked down the steps. "I'll do my best."

"I just hope it's enough." Chuck mumbled.

"Sorry, what?"

"Nothing." Chuck smiled tightly. "Anyway, congratulations. You're our tenth member."

"Did I win something?"

"Uh, no. We need two more people in order to compete anywhere, so if you could maybe tell your friends?"

"I did that already. They should be here soon. Riley's in the weight room right now, and Gage had football practice."

"Do you think they're good?"

Jo hesitated. "They're okay."

"But they can get better?"

"Mr. Shurley, everybody can get better." Jo grinned at him.

Buffy walked into the room with Castiel and Faith. "Hey."

"You're in glee?" Jo looked startled.

"If I say yes, are you going to quit?" Buffy folded her arms across her chest.

"Nope." Jo shook her head. "Who else is in here, anyway?"

"Us." Dean spoke up from behind Buffy, gesturing to himself and Sam.

"Except that I'm quitting." Sam muttered.

"You can't do that, Sammy." Dean frowned.

"I can't deal with being around Cordelia."

Buffy glanced over her shoulder. "Neither can the rest of the world's population, but we manage somehow."

Dean snorted. "They broke up at lunch."

"Oh. Should I offer my condolences or congratulate you?" Buffy smiled.

"She's pregnant." Sam blurted.

"I'm never going to have to deal with this problem." Castiel mumbled.

Faith laughed. "You knocked her up and dumped her? Classy."

"That's not how it happened." Sam glared at Faith. "You don't even know me, so mind your own business." He walked past everyone and sat down in a chair near the piano.

"Okay, I don't think this is appropriate conversation. Have a seat." Chuck glanced around, taking attendance silently as everyone else came into the room and sat down. He thought carefully about what he was going to say. "We have to perform one song without any background music in our competitions."

Buffy raised her hand halfway up, waving her fingers.

"Yeah?"

"How does that work? I mean, how do we know we're going to be good enough at that? I can barely sing now, with music."

"Practice." Meg rolled her eyes as she looked at Buffy. "Stop wasting our time asking stupid questions."

"You might as well tape her mouth shut." Cordelia said pointedly. "That's all she knows how to do."

"I bet if she got pregnant, she wouldn't lie about who the father was." Sam muttered.

Chuck frowned as everyone started yelling at each other. He walked over to the door and slammed it shut. "Shut up! This is counter-productive. Screaming at each other doesn't do any good. You're wasting my time and yours."

"You're kind of yelling right now, Mr. Shurley." Anya smiled.

"Yeah, I'm waiting for him to pop a vein." Dean snorted.

"Did you have anything in mind for us to do?" Jo glanced around.

"I was kind of thinking you guys should figure that out for yourselves. You know what songs you like. I don't. Make a list. We'll compare everything on Friday and see what we can use. We also need to do a solo and a duet. We need to prepare five songs. The other two have to be a group effort, but that's the only requirement for them."

"The whole group, or just some of us?"

"I'll look into it. We should have our whole team together by Friday, so we can have a real practice." Chuck sighed. "Cordelia?"

"I recommend myself for the solo. Let's face it, I look better than the other girls in here. Nobody's going to care if they can sing when they're running in terror from the split ends or the tragically gothic makeup."

"I cannot believe you're going to be somebody's mother." Sam frowned.

"Is it Xander's baby?" Buffy blurted, twisting around in her seat to look at Cordelia.

Xander's eyes widened as he looked up. "Oh god, please no. Wait. I didn't sleep with her."

"Took you that long to remember?" Faith laughed. "Hey, are you paralyzed from the waist down, or do you still have feeling in your thighs?"

Chuck sat down and put his hands over his ears.

"Has everybody in here lost their minds?" Buffy looked around the room.

"You're just mad that nobody in here is having sex with you." Anya said bluntly.

"Replace mad with grateful, and you're absolutely right." Buffy retorted.

"You guys can go." Chuck said suddenly, pulling a bottle of aspirin out of one of the desk drawers. "I need to ask Maggie where she bought her flask." He muttered to himself.