Grace Kelly, a glee fanfic

Yay more glee fanfics! Set in CP Coulter's wonderful Daltonverse!

I don't own Glee, Dalton, or Mika.

The Warblers were getting ready for Regionals, and the tension was high. Most of the boys were already stressed about finals, and they were taking it out on each other. Desperate for a beneficial rehearsal, Harvey and Medel decided to practice a fun song and let all of the boys wanting solos just go for it and have fun.

"But Ms. Medel, we have so many tests this week!" Wes complained as they filed into the rehearsal room.

"No 'buts'. We're singing a new song today. All of you can have solos, Kurt and Blaine, you start." Mr. Harvey commanded and started passing around sheet music as Ms. Medel put a microphone in the front of the room.

The pair stood patiently in front of the microphone and Ms. Medel began the song on her piano.

"I wanna talk to you." Blaine started, facing Kurt.

"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again." Kurt continued the song posing properly with a very in-character look upon his face.

Blaine was the least stressed out, and he took the first solo, dancing around Kurt while making his characteristic faces.

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

Most of the boys were looking a bit happier, the ones singing back-up getting more into the groove. They weren't quite at their normal level, so Shane, the newest Warbler to join (much to Reed's happiness) stood up and held out his hand to Reed, trying to start the dancing. Blaine winked at Kurt as the countertenor tried to hold back a giggle at his antics.

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

Kurt took the next solo, his voice soaring up into the falsetto notes. The twins danced around him, harmonizing perfectly.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

"Getting angry doesn't solve anything" Reed spoke next in a fake accent with a laugh, and Julian took the next solo, spinning up to the microphone and taking it off of the stand.

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink

Julian looked over at Logan, who smirked back at him.

Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

Julian spun away from the microphone for Wes and David to take the next little bridge together. All of the Warblers were getting into it, the stress and tension forgotten as they had fun with their music.

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

Shane expertly twirled Reed through the mass of dancing and jumping Warblers, safely stopping him in front of the microphone.

David did a flip over a chair, the twins were throwing cushions across the room, and Blaine pulled Kurt up to dance on the top of the backrest of the couch, throwing his papers without a care in the world. Things were definitely getting back to normal.

Logan casually stepped up and put the microphone back in the stand, then when it was his turn, he swooped it over dramatically and sang into it like a rockstar.

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

He unclipped it and handed it to Kurt who hit the quiet high notes with precision.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like

Kurt tossed the microphone to Blaine who finished the verse with a dramatic slide across the floor.

Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

The twins stole the microphone and started the next part as a duet, but the rest of the Warblers joined in towards the end, all dancing out of control, jumping across the furniture.

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

The boys were all dancing around the room and obviously having a good time. The room was practically destroyed, but it had been worth it. The directors smiled at each other, they knew they had picked the right plan to fix the funk they had been in.

"Humphrey! We're leaving." Ms. Medel said as she led Mr. Harvey out of the room.

"Cha-ching!" Harvey shut the door as the Warblers' contagious laughter spilled out into the hallway.