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Title: Who I’d Be

Author: Lenora

Pairing,Character(s): Dave, New Directions, Mrs. Karofsky

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,175 words

Spoilers: Up to A Very Glee Christmas

Summary: Mrs. Karofsky comes up with a very unique punishment for her son…joining the Glee Club.

 

 

New Directions stood on the stage in the auditorium, working on that week’s big number that they were considering for Regional’s when the door at the top of the seats burst open, revealing a woman dragging a taller form behind her by the ear.

 

“Ow, shit Mom! Let go woman!” complained the voice of the glee club’s number one tormenter: Dave Karofsky.

 

The group on the stage watched with amazement as the slim woman dragged her taller and more muscular son with ease. “Quiet David, you don’t want to give these people a worse impression than you already have,” she said calmly, climbing the stairs that led to the stage. “You the director of this group?” she asked, looking at Mr. Schuester.

 

“Uh yes,” Will said, looking out of his depth when faced with the mother of the boy that had driven one of their own away.

 

“Good. Why the hell did you not call me to tell me what he was doing to your club? Is there a reason I had to hear about my son’s actions from the cheerleading coach?”

 

“Well she was principal,” Will started, only to be cut off.

 

“Not when she called me. She was principal when she talked to my husband, but not when she called me. She decided it was up to me to decide my son’s punishment. This club is open to all students, correct?”

 

“Now wait just a second,” Rachel Berry protested, cottoning on to what Mrs. Karofsky was implying.

 

“HI Mrs. K!” Brittany cried, waving from where she was standing by Artie’s wheelchair.

 

“Hello Brittany,” Mrs. Karofsky said, smiling at the blonde. She then glared slightly at Rachel. “Quiet girl. Grown ups are talking.” She then turned back to Mr. Schuester. “Well? Is this club open to all students or not?”

 

Will shifted uncomfortably. “Well yes, but it’s a glee club. Your son would need to audition.”

 

Mrs. Karofsky nodded. “Expected,” she said shortly, pulling a small stack of sheet music out of her purse. “David, come here,” she said, holding out one of the pages to the teacher. “This will be sufficient to prove my son’s ability, correct?”

 

Will’s eyebrow rose when he saw what piece of music Dave intended to sing. “Yes. He will need two others though.”

 

Dave spoke up for the first time since his mother let go of him. “Puckerman and Lopez.”

 

His mother handed out the pages to the two mentioned, Puck snorted in laughter. “Really dude? If you want to call me an ass, just come out and say it.”

 

Santana looked at Dave with disdain. “Fine, but I’m not kissing you.”

 

Dave laughed. “Back at you Lopez.” He waited for the rest of the group to shuffle off the stage and into seats before handing the sheet of paper in his hand to the piano man.

 

He stared out at the audience and pointedly looked past the group looking at him with disgust and disdain (with the exception of Brittany).

 

I guess I ’d be a hero, with sword and armor clashing
Looking semi dashing, a shield within my grip
Or else I
’d be a Viking, and live a life of daring
While smelling like a herring, upon a Viking ship
I
’d sail away, I ’d see the world, I ’d reach the farthest reaches
I
’d feel the wind, I ’d taste the salt and sea
And maybe storm some beaches
That
’s who I ’d be
That
’s who I ’d be


I could be a poet, and write a different story
One that told of glory, and wiped away the lies
And to the skies I
’d throw it, the stars would do the telling
The moon would help with spelling, and night would dot the I
’s
I
’d write a verse, Recite a joke, with wit and perfect timing
I
’d share my heart, confess the things I yearn, and do it all while rhyming
What we all learn
What we all learn


An Ogre always hides, an Ogre's fate is known
An Ogre always stays in the dark and all alone
So yes I
’d be a hero and if my wish was granted
Life would be enchanted, or so the stories say
Of course I
’d be a hero, and I would scale a tower
To save a hot-house flower, and carry her away


But standing guard there
’d be a beast, I ’d somehow over whelm it,
I
’d get the girl, I ’d take a breath, and I ’d remove my helmet
We
’d stand and stare, we ’d speak of love, we ’d feel the stars ascending
We
’d share a kiss, I ’d find my destiny
I
’d have a hero ’s ending, a perfect happy ending
That
’s how it would be
A big bright beautiful world
But not for me


Santana picked up the song where Fiona began singing.


An Ogre always hides, an Ogre's fate is known


Dave and Santana continued with the next line.


An Ogre always stays in the dark


Puck picked up his part, walking up to Dave and throwing an arm around his shoulder.


You ’re all alone

The three sang together for the rest of the song.

All alone
And I know he ’ll appear
So yes I ’ll be a hero and if my wish were granted

All alone
Because there are rules and there are scriptures
Life would be enchanted or so the stories say

You need a pal, my calendars open
I believe the storybooks I read by candle light
Of course I ’d be a hero, and I would scale a tower
You need me
To save a hot-house flower, and carry her away

A perfect happy ending
That
’s how it should be

 

Those not on stage sat in the audience in shock. None of them had any inkling that Dave Karofsky could sing like that. Slowly, clapping began to ring out, started by Brittany. Eventually, the rest of the group began clapping also.

 

“That was great David,” Mr. Schuester said, walking over to the teen. He then turned to the group in the audience. “Guys?”

 

Rachel stood from her seat and walked up to the edge of the stage. “While normally I would be against letting one such as you into the club, if we are to have any hopes of winning Regionals, we need your voice. You have my vote.”

 

Puck walked up to Dave and clapped him on the shoulder. “Berry speaks for us dude,“ he said. Not like she’d let us have a different opinion he thought fondly.

 

Dave’s mother walked over to her son. “If your attitude does not improve by the next competition,”

 

“Regionals,” Will interjected.

 

“Regionals, then we will discuss other forms of punishment David,” she said. She then cupped her son’s cheek. “I don’t do this to be a bitch, but you need an outlet that does not include shoving people into lockers or throwing slushies in their faces. Be good David.” With that, she walked back out of the auditorium.

 

Will walked over to Dave. “Welcome to Glee club.”

 

Fin.