The actress portraying Mitchell's younger sister is Chloe Grace-Moretz.
GLEE: A Different Take
Chapter 2 - "First Impressions of a Second Chapter"
Mandy Maribelle Mason walked the halls of McKinley High School en route to her next class. Along the way, she happened to think of her brother. And, what better way to express these thoughts than with inner monologue and convenient flashbacks, of somehow we can hear and see, though they merely exist in her mind?
'I love my brother. Despite what everyone might think, I do actually look up to him. After all, he is my big brother, and isn't that what I, a little sister, should do?'
"Hey, Mandy! Check it out, Broskie's been honin' some skillz, yoes!"
Skateboard ramp in the driveway, shiny new vehicle, a sunny day, and Mitchell on a skateboard. Yeah. Mitchell proceeded to fall backwards off the board before arriving at the ramp. Skateboard kept going as he bonked his head off the pavement. It hit the ramp by itself, launched into the air and through the windshield of the brand new vehicle.
"Oh god, I think I broke everything."
For which Mandy added, "Yes... Literally."
'We always had a great relationship.'
Mandy had caught sight of Mitchell during school lunch in the cafeteria. Yet, once he noticed her, he nonchalantly played it off like he hadn't and took off in the other direction.
'But, that all changed when I began attending McKinley. It's like... Like he's embarrassed of me. It... Sucks."
Mandy was merely walking by it at first, but stopped for a moment or two in front of the door to Miss Pillsbury's office. She entertained the idea of going in and discussing the particulars of her current situation. But, before she could, she stopped herself and turned away. Couldn't be late for class, after all.
"All right, Mr. Lawson, let's see whatcha got."
Yet another New Directions gathering. And, progress had been made on the week's assignment. It seemed that Daniel Lawson had originally completed his performance. He had let everyone know the night before, and it appeared that word reached Mister Schuester. However, there was a setback. One that Daniel hadn't let be known until now...
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but my lion ate my homework."
Crooked glances from everyone.
"What? I'm telling the truth," he defended himself, "It really happened. I had my performance all set to go and then Leonidas ate it."
Alex raised a hand, "I'm not following."
"Yeah," Rachel agreed, "It doesn't make sense."
"No," Daniel disagreed, "A broken coin machine doesn't make sense. Well... Cents, actually. Anyway, this does make sense. I saw it with my own two eyes. Course, it's partially my fault, I forgot to feed him his daily innocent bystander."
Whoah! This is getting dark. This is... Yeah.
"Is anyone else getting the feeling that this is just schtick?" Artie asked, "He's just saying this to mess with us."
"Daniel?" Mr. Schuester questioned.
"Bah," he huffed, "Busted!"
"Ugh," Mr. Schuester groaned, as did everyone else, "Well... Is there anyone else who actually does have a performance ready?"
"I do, Mr. Schuester," Quinn stood up and took her place at the proverbial center stage.
The music kicked in once she was set, and it seemed that Quinn was about to make things just a bit hotter than usual in Glee Club...
"Everybody look at me, me," she started, smirking seductively, "I walk in the door, you start scream-ing."
She eyed all of New Directions, "Come on everybody what you here for? Move your body around like a nympho."
Mitchell gulped, Santana cheered, Puck was smacked by Jenn, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Everybody get your necks to crack around," Quinn swung her head, then offered for everyone to join her in dancing, "All you crazy people, come on jump around. I want to see you all on your knees, knees. Either want to be with me, or be me!"
In that awesome Glee magic, the performance took to the gym where the other Cheerios were singing and dancing, Quinn Fabray leading the charge, the other students in the bleachers, "Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all her love. She's a maneater, make you buy cars, make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love."
They repeated the chorus before Quinn sang along again, the Cheerios still dancing behind her, New Directions loving the performance, "And when she walks, she walks with passion. When she talks she talks like she can handle it. When she asks for something, boy, she means it," winking at Finn, "Even if you never ever seen it."
Once again, urging New Directions to join in, "Now everybody get your necks to crack around. All you crazy people come and jump around. You do anything just to keep her by your side. Because she said she love you, love you long time."
They then cut to the bridge and danced the rest of it out. Upon ending on the final step, Quinn was cheered by her peers.
"Job well done," Mr. Schuester applauded, "We haven't seen that much fire or passion from you before, Quinn. Plus, the addition of the Cheerios was a good idea. Nice work."
"That was definitely a great performance by Quinn," Rachel mentioned, seated next to Jack at lunch.
"I suppose," Jack replied.
"You don't agree?"
"Meh," he shrugged, "I don't know, it was good. It didn't really strike me as big, though. It was just... Meh."
"I see what you mean," Rachel said, "But, I still admit that it was good. So, anyway, what about you, Jack? Any ideas for your assignment?"
"A great performer never teases before showtime," Jack smirked.
"Ah, of course," Rachel giggled, "I... I think I might end up failing this one, myself."
That certainly came as a shock to Jack Harmon. Rachel Berry admitting failure? His heart nearly crapped out right then and there on the spot.
"What?" she noticed, "Don't look at me like that! I just... I don't know... I want to take Mr. Schuester's words to heart, you know? I want it to be special, to really stand out. I talked it over with Kurt. But... I can't think of anything that would be suitable."
"I'm sure that you'll think of something," Jack assured her, though she merely shook her head, "What, did you forget who you are? You're THE Rachel Berry. Challenges are just stepping stones for you."
"That's sweet of you to say, Jack," Rachel nearly blushed, "I guess I'm just... Feeling a little defeated lately."
Jack noticed Rachel catching a glance of Finn Hudson. Bah, his nemesis. Well... One of the many. And there was Rachel, lovestruck like a puppy, no doubt dreaming up picturesque wedding scenarios before falling asleep at night. It stung Jack. Right down in his soul, it stung. He felt for Rachel what he didn't think he could feel for another person. Sadly, almost tragic, she felt it too... But for someone else.
As of late, Kurt and Blaine's relationship seemed to be on somewhat a slippery slope. Neither were quite sure what to make of it. There wasn't a massive argument that set things in motion, or some form of tragic heartbreak. Things were just... Weird. No real good way to explain it.
Of course, the big Warbler Reunion was scheduled for tonight. Both intending on attending, Kurt wanted to try and clear the air. There were tension between the two lately, and he didn't want that to spark an argument or rift of some kind during a night that was meant purely for fun.
So, when the chance presented itself, Kurt approached Blaine at his locker after the lunch period, "I know the time might not be the greatest, but we need to talk."
Blaine cocked a brow, "I'm sensing trouble."
"Come on, Blaine," time to be serious, "Don't tell me you don't feel it, too. There's... There's something wrong here. Something wrong with us."
He sighed, "I know what you mean. So, what is it?"
Kurt smiled partly, "I was hoping you had the answer."
He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I'm just glad you feel it, too. That it's not just me losing my mind."
"Well, I for one, propose that we acknowledge this problem, but vow to not let it dampen our night."
"Warbler Reunion," Blaine nodded, "Yeah... Kurt... Is it really such a good idea for us to still attend? I mean... With this whatever it is, hanging over our heads?"
"Why let it interfere?" Kurt raised, "What if we just go and have ourselves a good time. Tomorrow, we worry. Tonight... We just have fun."
"Yeah," Blaine came around, "You're right. We deserve a good night out, anyway."
"OUT OF MY WAY!" the conversation was interrupted by Mitchell running down the halls, scrambling for his very life, a group of Jocks in pursuit like a pack of lions going after a lemur, if that even made any sense whatsoever, "YOU DIDN'T SEE ME! NONE OF YOU SAW ME!"
"YOU'RE DEAD, MASON! DEAD!"
"Guys," there was Marley tailing behind it, "I really think it was an accident. He didn't do it on purpose!"
"Hurry!" and then Jacob-Ben Israel, a kid with a camera alongside, "We gotta catch this on video!"
Mitchell ran and ran. Time to take the stairs. Oops, missed one! Mitchell tumbled down the steps, though somehow managed to keep himself upright and maintain forward motion. He pushed through the masses of students, until he found his little sister like a shining beacon of light. He quickly dove behind her, using her as cover.
"Just act natural," he muttered, trying to catch his breath.
"We see you, dumb-ass!" the jocks arrived, Marley cutting in-between them, saying a quick hello to Mandy in the process.
"Dudes," still out of breath, "It was an accident!"
"Yeah," Marley helped out, "How was he supposed to know the field goal posts weren't going to be able to take the..."
"It doesn't matter!" they shouted, "How are we supposed to practice with a field goal post layin' down in the end zone? Explain that to me, Miss Whoever You are."
"I was... I was just shooting a music video and the pyro didn't..."
"Yeah, it was like a nuclear frickin' blast!" one shouted.
Luckily, a teacher or two stepped in and broke the scene up. Good thing, because Mitchell wouldn't honestly be able to run another three steps. Kid was exhausted, winded like there was no tomorrow, not even a later today. Once the crowds dispersed and all returned to normal, it was just Mitchell, Marley and Mandy.
"I'm sorry," Mitchell rubbed the back of his head, apologizing to his friend, "I shouldn't have listened to Puck on where to get those fireworks. Who knew the back of a Package Store would be a bad choice?"
"It's fine," she said, turning to leave, "At least we had fun."
"Yeah," Mitchell laughed as she walked away. He then turned to his little sister, "Thanks for the save, Mand..." . Wait, where did she go so fast?
School had been completed for the day. However, it became a bit extended for New Directions, when Puckerman decided to gather everyone together. Once everyone was there, it was time to begin. Noah stood up, electric guitar in hand.
"Dude, this is lame," Sam spoke up, "Some of us have plans."
Michelle nodded in agreement. She and Sam were going to be hanging out with each other, then sharing a date at Breadstix.
"I agree," Kurt followed, "The Warbler Reunion is in mere hours."
"Okay, shut up," Puck with his typical attitude, "Look, I gave this assignment a lot of thought."
Jack couldn't help but pipe up, "It's been only 24 hours, but go on."
"You already said that."
"Screw it, here goes..."
Then came the start of the performance, everyone magically transported to the auditorium where there was a rauckus crowd and it was 80'2 Glam Rock in full-effect. And up on stage was Puck and a local garage band by the name of Donnie Genius and the Rejected Mensa Applicants.
"She's my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Looks so good, make a grown man cry, sweet cherry pie! Yeah!"
Puck rocked out with the band, everyone cheering, Jenn smiling wide, "Swingin' on the front porch, swingin' on the lawn. Swingin' where we want, 'cause there ain't nobody home. Swingin' to the left and swingin' to the right. I think about baseball, I'll swing all night. Yeah!"
"Wow, this is pretty inappropriate," Kurt mentioned.
"Yeah, but it rocks, dude," Finn said.
The rock concert kept rolling on, "Swingin' in the living room, swingin' in the kitchen. Most folks don't 'cause they're too busy bitchin'! Swingin' in there 'cause she wanted me to feed her, so I mixed up the batter and she licked the beater!"
Mr. Schuester just dropped his head in his hands.
"I scream, you scream. We all scream for her. Don't even try 'cause you can't ignore her."
All the band started singing for the chorus, "She's my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Looks so good, make a grown man cry. Sweet cherry pie! Oh yeah! She's my cherry pie, put a smile on your face, ten miles wide. Looks so good, bring a tear to your eye. Sweet cherry pie!"
Now just rythmic clapping and Puck's undeniable bad boy rock voice, "Swingin' to the drums. Swingin' to guitar. Swingin' to the bass in the back of my car."
Back in, "Ain't got no money, ain't got no gas. Get where we're goin' if we swing real fast. I scream, you scream, we all scream for her. Don't even try 'cause you can't ignore her."
Then there was one more round of the chorus, a solo courtesy of Donnie and his cotton candy colored Afro, then just a simple... "Swing it!"
And the crowd goes wild. Except, they're somehow back in the choir room. No Donnie Genius and the Rejected Mensa Applicants. Though, that wasn't to say New Directions weren't satisfied. Especially Jenn, who walked up and planted a kiss on her man.
"Dude," Artie exclaimed, "That was awesome!"
Where do you find it? Once you have it, how do you hold it? How do you tell someone in the perfect blend of music and word that they mean everything? Is it truly possible? Is perfection even describable? Hell, is describable even a word?
Jack Harmon walked alone, mind swirling with what felt like hundreds of different ideas. But, were any of them good? Would any of them win Rachel over? Was it even a possibility that anything he did or attempted to do, was capable of snagging the Tiny Diva? It felt like an easier hobby would be trying to steal the sun from the sky.
"My goodness, you're still flustered?"
Jack looked over his shoulder, finding Diane, once again, popping up out of nowhere, "Where did you come from?"
"Secrets are only secrets if they're secrets," her cryptic response.
"All right, if you say so," oddly enough, he accepted that response.
"I had an idea," she walked alongside him, "One pertaining to your current issue."
"Yes," she put her hands together, "However, terribly sorry, I don't have enough free time to enlighten you right now."
"What?" what in the world, "What the hell? You pop out of... And, you're gone. Well... At least I can sympathize with Commissioner Gordon now."
:::::A DIFFERENT TAKE:::::
Having trouble getting into this one. And, by that, I mean getting into the heads of the characters, letting them dictate the story and what happens. Two chapters in, I've accomplished what I set out to, thus far. But... Ehhh... I'm worried, it's not my best work. I do like writing it, though. So, for better or worse, more on the way!