on several occasions

[wakeupnew]

Oh my God, Heather Morris.

Burning Question: Artie or Santana? Or both?

Morris: Both, of course. That’s my, Naya, and Kevin’s dream—all three at the same time. I’m dead serious, we always talk about it. But I don’t think Ryan and Brad and Ian would go for it. We’re too young on the show. We can’t get into shit like that. Not until [our characters] are, like, 20 and we all move to Los Angeles.

I really enjoy this cast! I'm pretty sure that sound you just heard was fandom exploding. Interview source here. (Unrelatedly, the more that I see people talk about a certain character's upcoming potential plots -- which are brought up in the interview -- the more I want to preemptively quit the show and run screaming.)

Before the inevitable questions: I HAVE SEEN BOTH GLEE NUMBERS THAT LEAKED TODAY/YESTERDAY, I am in love with both, expect a spoiler post at some point in the near future.

I CAN'T STOP WATCHING THIS. It's the John Waters mustaches and the "haaaaa" faces combined with Nicki Minaj's brilliant appearance; I actually bought it on iTunes and have been listening to it since it aired on Saturday Night Live last weekend.

Day 01 - Your favorite male character
Day 02 - Your favorite female character
Day 03 - Your favorite group performance
Day 04 - Your favorite solo
Day 05 - Your favorite duet
Day 06 - Your favorite Rachel/Finn moment
Day 07 - Your favorite Finn-Kurt moment
Day 08 - Your favorite Quinn/Puck moment
Day 09 - Your favorite Kurt-Mercedes moment
Day 10 - Your favorite Santana/Brittany moment
Day 11 - Your favorite Sue Sylvester moment
Day 12 - The couple you ship the MOST
Day 13 - A scene/moment that pissed you off
Day 14 - A scene/moment that made you cry
Day 15 - A scene/moment that made you happy
Day 16 - Your favorite episode
Day 17 - Your least favorite episode
Day 18 - Your least favorite character
Day 19 - Your least favorite performance
Day 20 - Your favorite quote
Day 21 - Your favorite guest-star
Day 22 - Your least favorite guest-star
Day 23 - The character you most relate to
Day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of
Day 25 - Something that happened that you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy

This one is easy. :D! Mostly because I have been writing season-three fic and had already decided that I was going to make up characters for it even before Ryan Murphy publicly said that they were going to introduce 2-4 new members of the Glee Club next year. And then he said that, and I was like SWEET VALIDATION. There are no gifs for today, since they're ... you know. Made up characters. But here we go!

Your idea for a future Glee character: Whitney, Sasha, Dan, and Joseph
Sasha (Keke Palmer)



An exuberant sophomore, Sasha is unflinchingly -- almost maniacally -- optimistic, energetic, and good-natured. She's one of the littlest Cheerios and, as such, is often the girl who's being tossed in various formations. She has a strong voice and can carry a tune, but her stand-out talent lies in rapping. A good illustration of her personality: I'm working on a fic where future-glee goes to homecoming, and, because I am me ridiculous, I picked out dresses for all of the girls. This was Sasha's.

I desperately want there to be a Glee kid who can actually rap, and I would fucking love it if said kid was a girl, and especially a cheerful petite girl. That said, I don't know if Keke Palmer can rap, and she currently has her own hit show on Nickelodeon, so it's not likely that she would go in for a recurring role on Glee. She's got the right look and the right kind of attitude as an actor, though, and she can sing, which is why I picked her for illustrative purposes, even if I'd rather see a very talented unknown in the part. (My internet searches for "awesome teenage girl rapper" turned up ... pretty much nothing.)

Whitney (Aria Tesolin)



Whitney is a sophomore transfer student with a very, very high voice. She is simultaneously a modest girly-girl and a little rough around the edges; think a very surly teenager sitting slumped in a chair with her arms crossed and legs spread all unladylike, while wearing a pastel sweater set from J. Crew and a headband with a bow on it. It'll eventually come out that the girly-girl clothes are really her version of rebellion. Whitney's mom was in the Army, and they moved from base to base for most of Whitney's life. Her mom left the service over the summer and the family settled in Lima, but Whitney is still angry over having to move all the time and leave behind her friends every time she made new ones. She's contrary and pretty much devoted to being a pain in the ass whenever possible, so when her mom started insisting that she play sports and be rough and tumble/able to defend herself, Whitney went as far as possible in the opposite direction.

Let me be the first to admit that I am a soprano whose voice is much better suited to opera than the kind of stuff that they usually cover on Glee, and so this character is just a selfish way to wedge somebody who I can comfortably sing along with into the cast. Lord knows if Aria Tesolin can act, but she can sure as shit sing opera, which she has been performing since the age of eight. I'd add in an illustrative video but I can't seem to find any current ones; they're all of her singing when she was nine or ten (she's 17 now).

Joseph (Greyson Chance)



Joseph is a puny shy freshman. That's pretty much all the characterization I've got for him. He's quiet and he's going to slowly come into his own through glee. I JUST REALLY LOVE GREYSON CHANCE, OKAY. I AM NOT ASHAMED. HE'S FANTASTIC AND ADORABLE. He's pretty good on piano, he writes his own songs, I love his voice, and he's so charming/charismatic in interviews that I really think he could probably handle acting, with some training.

Dan (Sam Tsui)



Dan is a well-liked, easy-going junior; one of those guys who's in just about every possible extracurricular activity, from the newspaper to the yearbook to being the captain of the soccer team and the president of the junior class. Glee marks his first foray into the world of the arts. Rachel is tremendously threatened by his versatility. Dan and Mercedes will have an ongoing flirtation, because I know she's a proud single lady and that's awesome, but I think it's pretty shit that she's the only member of the glee club who hasn't gotten any kind of romantic interest.

This is another excuse to cast someone who I really, really like, basically. Sam Tsui is the shit; he was totally my pick for Sam before Chord Overstreet was cast. (Okay, he's really little, but he could have been ... a soccer star??)

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"My name is Whitney Farrell, and I'm here to audition for the Glee Club," the girl on the stage deadpans, her voice a low-pitched, gruff monotone.

"That's great," Will says, smiling encouragingly from his table among the auditorium seats. "Where did you hear about us?"

"They didn't want me in the musical, because my speaking voice apparently 'doesn't sound enough like my singing voice,' so."

Will waits for it, but the vision onstage dressed in pink from head to toe apparently isn't going to say anything else. "Ohh-kay," he says, his smile a little less steady now. "Well. Whenever you're ready."

Whitney Farrell plants her sparkly flip flops, and she opens her bored mouth, and what comes out is strong and clear -- and very, very high. "L’amour est un oiseau rebelle..."

Will's eyebrows fly up.

* * *

"What," says Rachel Berry, shooting straight up in her chair, "is he doing here?"

"Like I was saying," Mr. Schuester says, looking put-upon, "say hello to our four new members! This is Sasha, Whitney, Dan, and Blaine."

Rachel only has eyes for the boy who's smiling and waving.

"This is unacceptable!" Rachel protests. "Daniel Wu is the only student who comes even close to reaching my number of extracurricular activities!" Her eyes narrow and she points furiously. "He's copying me!"

"I'm pretty sure we actually have the same number," says Daniel Wu, looking bemused, and Rachel's eyes narrow.

"Well, now we do," she snaps, flouncing back into her seat.

"... Can we get a welcoming round of applause for the new kids!" Mr. Schuester says, and everybody dutifully claps. He pats Blaine, who happens to be the nearest to him (and also the one who all of them know the best, for obvious reasons) on the shoulder, and sends them to sit with everybody else in the risers. Blaine hops up into the chair that everybody left open beside Kurt; Whitney slides into a seat between Puck and Sam, and shoots an incredulous look at the interested leer that Puck tosses in her direction; Sasha's Cheerios skirt flips as she bounds in to exchange a low five with Brittany; and Dan -- well, he ignores Rachel's arms-folded posture and he sits down right beside her in the front row. He glances back over his shoulder after meeting her beady-eyed stare, and then his face lights with his smile.

"Oh, hey Mercedes," he says.

"--Hey," says Mercedes, startled, and as Mr. Schuester claps his hands together and calls for their attention, Tina raises her eyebrows strongly.

"Chem partners," Mercedes mouths, shrugging and smiling.

* * *

"You're a freshman," Blaine repeats.

"Yep," says the kid in the trashcan. He looks like he's about 10 years old; he's got a Bieber cut that could out-do the Biebs himself.

"You're sure," Blaine says dubiously, as he offers his hand.

The kid peers at it suspiciously for several long seconds, and then he takes it and he lets Blaine help haul him out of the trash. "I skipped seventh grade," he says, shaking a banana peel off his head and awkwardly brushing himself off. He looks twitchy. He looks scared, to be honest. Blaine was, too, the first time somebody shoved him into a locker when he was a freshman.

It isn't often that Blaine feels like a giant standing over somebody; it's pretty much just Rachel Berry and this freshman. He tries to slouch a little. "I ... think you missed the bus, if you were heading that way," he offers, as gently as he can.

The boy looks physically pained, and like he doesn't know what to do. "Oh," he says. "Okay. Thanks."

Before he can think any better of it, Blaine continues, "I've got rehearsal now, but if you want to come hang out, I'm pretty sure I can talk my boyfriend into giving you a ride home afterward." He very carefully tosses in that mention, because he sees the way that the boy is hunching his shoulders and the way that he starts when somebody slams a locker shut and laughs down the hall. If he didn't already know that Blaine was one of McKinley High's two out gay students -- and thus somebody who's been thrown into dumpsters three times already this quarter -- he does now.

He very clearly hesitates, and Blaine goes in for the charm overkill. "I'm Blaine, by the way," he says with an easy smile, and he offers a hand again.

His eyes flick up briefly, and he shakes Blaine's hand with a light grip. "Joseph."

"Do you sing, Joseph?" Blaine asks, companionable, and he's rewarded with a tiny smile.

* * *

"Well," says Mr. Schuester, "I was going to have Artie take a shot at this, but since he's out with the flu -- Finn, what do you say?"

Finn's head rises fast. "Oh," he says, "I, uh." His frantic search for the correct answer is clearly written across his face; he settles on: "I'm good, Mr. Schue."

"O-kay," says Mr. Schuester, shooting him a concerned look and obviously missing the fact that Finn was half-asleep with his chin on his chest until Mr. Schue said his name. "Puck! What about you?"

"No can do, Mr. Schue," Puck says, shaking his head from the back row. "I've decided to return to my roots as a Jew."

Mr. Schuester looks very tired. "Only Jewish songwriters again?"

Puck, on the other hand, just looks smug. It's kind of his default expression. "Only Jewish songwriters again."

"I guess we can just wait til Artie feels better," Mr. Schuester sighs, starting to set aside the sheet music, but -- after looking from one side to the other, her face puzzled -- Sasha sticks her hand in the air.

"I can do it, Mr. Schuester," she says brightly, and every head in the room turns toward her.

"It's a ... rap, Sasha," Mr. Schue says, carefully dubious.

"I know," she says, furrowing her eyebrows at him and laughing as she hops up out of her chair. Kurt gives an offended hiss as Sasha stands up and her full off-practice day outfit becomes visible (there is a whole lot of neon involved); Mercedes pats his knee.

Mr. Schuester offers Sasha the sheet music. "Please," she giggles, shaking her head at him and not accepting the papers, and she makes an up, up motion at the band.

Three minutes and sixteen seconds later, 17 mouths are hanging open. Sasha stares intently out at all of them for several seconds, still mid-swagger, and then she suddenly hops and claps her hands together, and beams. All at once, she's Sasha again.

"That," Tina says slowly, "was really unsettling."

"Did she just out-Kanye Kanye?" Sam asks nobody in particular.

("She totally did," says Whitney, who is still gaping.)

Mike, meanwhile, is grinning. "That was awesome. Do it again!" he calls, and he whoops, and everybody slowly comes out of their shock enough to start to clap and cheer.

"Again again!"

"We are never letting Artie or Finn rap again," Quinn says firmly to Mercedes, who nods back, just as determined.

"That was hot," Lauren announces.