AN: Oh dear lord, it has been awhile since I've written anything. I'm so so sorry my beautiful people who added this story to their alert. I love you :D

Anyway, I haven't really decided what I'm doing with this story. I'm thinking I'll throw it into "episodes" in which we will see a few storylines in each, sort of like glee. I don't know how well that'll work, but I want to try and give the contenders semi-equal time. If I wrote the entire story following Bryce, for example, well then the people who don't like Bryce would get bored. *cough*

Anyway, you guys threw a lot of relationships you'd like to see, so I'll try my best to write them. HOWEVER I still need ideas for plots for these people, so if there's something you want to see, throw 'er in. This was a LONG authors note, so I'm done now.

Some of these are longer than others. That's because I have plots for some people, not so much for others.

I don't own Glee or the Glee Project. If I did, Cameron, Damian, Marissa and Samuel would be on the show already.

The song blared right in my ear, and I winced. It was way too early in the morning to hear noises that loud. I reached over from my bed, and unplugged the radio instead of just hitting the snooze button. If I hit snooze, it would just go off again in another three minutes. What was the point in an extra three minutes when my mom wouldn't come wake me up for another ten?

"Cameron!"

Shit, why was she so early in the wake up call today? Groggily, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and grabbing my glasses that were sitting on the bedside table. "I'm up!" I yelled, but the words slurred together somewhat. God damn, mornings sucked.

A moan made me glance over at the bed that sat across the room from me. I had forgotten that Damian was here. A sneaky smile spread across my face, and I picked up a pillow, whipping it at the other boy. "Hey! Wake up!"

The dark haired boy shot up, and blinked a few times, obviously trying to figure out where he was. He had arrived late last night, after I had gone to bed. My mom had picked him up from the airport and showed him in, I guess. I slept like a log most of the time, and it didn't surprise me that I slept through his entrance.

"Y'nno, you shouldn't throw pillows at people you haven't formally been introduced to." He said in his accent, slowly standing and balancing himself. Obviously, my irish friend wasn't a morning person either. I had a feeling we would get along.

"We wrote a few letters. That could count as an introduction." I replied, grabbing a few clothing items from my dresser. A plaid button up shirt, jeans, nothing that was out of the usual Cameron-style. Not that I really had a specific style. I wore whatever I wanted.

"Let's save the introduction until I'm awake." He replied, hard to understand. His accent, plus the slow speaking of sleepiness mixed together sounded like he was speaking another language.

"I agree." With a laugh, I left the room, leaving him to change in there. He seemed like a cool enough guy, which was good. I didn't click with people very well, I was pretty awkward. So when my mother told me she signed us up to get an exchange student, I had been sort of worried.

I got ready slowly. I had to make sure I looked good today; after all, it was the first day of sophomore year. I had to make an impression, a good one. Last year I had spent my lunches friendless in the music hallway, playing my guitar. I didn't want that for this year.

I was going to make a name for myself this year, by joining glee club. Maybe I would make some friends there. If not, well then at least I had Damian.

Stepping into Mckinely High School didn't feel any different than when I had stepped into it for the first time last year. The only difference was how the floor sparkled, and the lack of graffiti on the lockers, but that would change within the next week.

"It sure is big." Damian mumbled next to me.

"You'll learn it." I replied with an encouraging smile, glancing around. The school had never seemed that large to me, but maybe that was because my elementary school had had over one thousand students. "It really looks bigger than it is."

He nodded, obviously not completely convinced.

"Come on, I want to go see something." I said, and he followed me. The choir room was just down the hall, and I was sure the sign up list was probably already up. I was right. Hanging on the bulletin board right outside the classroom was a sheet reading 'The New Directions' in large, fancy letters. Underneath were thirty free lines to sign. I was the first one to see the list.

"Ya sing?" I could hear the surprise in Damian's voice. I nodded slowly, hoping that wasn't going to change the easy relationship we had already developed. Last year a lot of guys had bullied me for my voice.

I signed my name on the first line, and then let the pen fall. 'Please, please don't let this ruin the first friendship I've made since high school has started' I silently begged. I wanted glee club to make friends. But if it was going to lose me this one...

"That's cool." To my surprise, Damian grabbed the pen and signed his name right under mine.

"You sing?" I asked, surprised. Somehow, it seemed way too perfect that the Irish exchange student was so much like me. Had my mother actually looked at the applicants and picked Damian, in hopes of us becoming friends?

"That I do." He replied. It seemed like he was about to say more, but the sight of a girl running up stopped him.

"Hi! You guys signed up for Glee Club?" I was about to answer, but she cut me off. "That's so great, I'm signing up too. I was worried that there wouldn't be very many guys, you know, 'cause they all think it's lame or whatever."

She picked up the pen and signed her name quickly. Her name was Lindsay.

"I'm Lindsay by the way; it's nice to meet you!" I couldn't help but notice that she had changed her speech from being for the both of us, to being strictly for Damian. It didn't really surprise me. I was always awkward in first meetings, and Damian seemed fairly confident.

"I'm Damian." He replied, and glanced over in my direction, waiting for me to say my name. Lindsay didn't seem to notice, she was too mesmerized with Damian's accent. Did girls think accents were sexy?

"Cameron."

"Well it's nice to meet you guys! I guess I'll see you at auditions after school, but I really need to get to my locker before first period. Let me know if you need any help around the school."

The last part, again, was for Damian. She waited for a moment, to see if he was going to say something, and then flounced off when he didn't, her walk more of a skip. Her dark hair flew loose behind her.

"Are all American girls that...interesting?" Obviously, Damian was just as speechless as I was. I'd never met a girl like that before. Then again, I wasn't all that popular with the girls.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that." I replied honestly. "But I should probably help you find your first class."

The day went by fairly quickly. Classes were more like introductions. Of course, most of the names of my classmates were forgotten by the next class where new introductions began. Only a few stood out in my mind, Lindsay, who was in my Spanish class, Hannah, a fun girl who sat next to me in Biology, and Marissa, a very quiet, very beautiful girl who sat in the front row of my English class.

I really didn't pay much attention to the teacher in that class. I was watching her, the way she would brush her auburn hair away from her face when it fell in front of her eyes, the way she took note of each and every thing the teacher said.

When it was time for us to introduce ourselves in that class, I had gotten fairly excited. I wanted to hear her voice, hear her name. Somehow, I felt like if I knew her name, then maybe I would know her. Students stood, saying their name, and a little bit about themselves. When it was my turn, I said my name, and added that I played guitar.

Finally, it was her turn. She stood slowly, her long hair falling to the small of her back. She was breathtaking, even more so than Lindsay. This morning, had thought that I would never see a girl prettier than Lindsay with her dark hair and crystal blue eyes. But this girl proved me wrong.

"I'm Marissa." She said in a voice that was almost a whisper. Then she sat back down, adding nothing else. I wish I knew what was going on in her mind.

Eventually, English had to end and I had to stop watching Marissa. Lunch came next, so I tracked down Damian and we went to go look at the list for the glee club. Besides the two of our names and Lindsay, three more names had been added to the list.

"Do you know any of them?" I asked him, and he studied the names on the list for a moment.

"I think Alex is in my math class. But I don't know the other two." He replied.

I glanced at the names. I didn't know Alex, but from what Damian said, he sounded like a fairly confident person. Actually, Damian had described him as, "one of those people you know will be a star." From that, Alex was probably going to be a person who would fight for a solo.

The next name was unfamiliar. Ellis. Maybe she was older?

But the final name made me gasp in surprise. Marissa had signed up for glee club.

"Do ya know her?" Damian asked. I nodded, and then slowly shook my head.

"Not personally. She's in my English class. But man, she is beautiful."

After lunch, I finally got the time to visit my new locker. I unloaded my backpack, rubbing my shoulders. All the new textbooks were going to be a pain to take back and forth from home to school. By the end of the year, my shoulders would probably ache without a pause.

"Excuse me." A voice said. I moved out of the way so the student could access their locker, the one directly to the left of mine. Damian's was on the right, but he was currently in the Guidance Office. The school wanted his opinion on Mckinely, wanted to make sure he was feeling in place and comfortable. It was probably a lot different than Ireland.

"So, you are Cameron right? I saw your name on the list for Glee Club."

I glanced to my left, wondering why the person cared.

Standing there was Marissa, the beautiful girl from English.

"Yeah, I am. We're in the same English class."

"And you are trying out for glee club?" she asked again, looking at me with those big dark eyes. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe.

"I...uh...yeah. You-you are too?" Crap. Way to sound like a douche.

"Yeah." She replied. "Well then I'll see you there." She closed her locker. She walked away. I watched her until she turned the corner

"You touch that girl, and you are dead." A voice hissed in my year.

When I finally had the courage to turn to see who it was, the person was gone.

A little boy sat on a playground, all alone. His parents didn't care where he was. No one cared where he was. No one cared if he was even alive.

It was cold outside, and he didn't have any gloves. The chains of the swing set were freezing against his bare hands. The snow whipped against his face. His tears froze on his face.

"Are you okay?" a little girl asked. When he shook his head, she ran off, screaming for her mother.

That little girl had been his saviour.

I woke up promptly at 5:30 am. It was the first day of sophomore year, and I had to be perfect today. After all, this was the make-it-or-break-it day. Glee Club auditions.

He grabbed his Ipod, putting the headphones in and beginning the morning workout he needed to keep himself in shape for dance. It had been awhile since he had dreamt about the little girl who had saved him so long ago. He would have frozen to death in that park without her.

After that day, he had been put with a new family. He had never seen the little girl again.

Despite his efforts to look good and stay under the radar, school was hell. It was the first day, and he had already been slushied. Angrily, he had stalked into the bathroom to clean up, trying to get the purple syrup out of his t-shirt. Bryce was such a jerk, why did people put up with his shit?

Calm down Alex. It'll all get better.

Oh really? When?