Sorry, this chapter took so long. Not a lot happens in this episode that I could use to work Barry into, so it's mostly a filler to make sure that he has a good relationship with most of the other Glee Club members before the next few chapters. I had a lot of writer's block with this, along with a bunch of school work, but I finally got it finished, so enjoy!

"Seriously, how are you so good at bowling?" Tina laughed as she and Barry were chatting about Saturday before Glee Club. Barry had beat all four of them with a score of 215.

"Like I already told Sam, bowling's just one big math equation to me," Barry explained. He started to launch into another rant, which seemed to be something he did a lot.

Tina was about to excuse herself to go to the bathroom after he started pulling out a notebook and pencil to better explain what he was saying when Mr. Schue walked in and started the meeting.

"Thank goodness," Tina mumbled under her breath while Barry looked quite disappointed that he hadn't been able to finish his explanation.

"Okay," Mr. Schue clapped his hands together and sat down on top of the piano, oblivious to the stink eye Brad was giving him. "As you, all know, as national champions, we get to host the annual Show Choir Rules Committee meeting."

"Please tell me you're gonna ask what 1/3 vintage meant last year," Tina begged, still very confused by last year's rules.

"Or like, why some teams get to sing six songs and others only do one?" Sam added.

"Speaking of competitions," Jake started, sounding slightly confused and concerned. "Shouldn't we start like, preparing for ours?"

"I have some ideas. . . which. . . I am working on very hard," Mr. Schue stammered out. The more he kept talking the more obvious it became that he had no idea what they were going to do for Sectionals.

Brittany raised her hand, thankfully, which caused Mr. Schue to cut himself off and call on her, "Excuse me, I'm not sure if what you were saying was actually important 'cause I wasn't listening, but I'd like to make an announcement." Brittany stood and faced the rest of the club. "First I'd like to know if anyone can prove that Blaine was actually born in this country."

It's a high school election and the school records are easily accessible even if it was a rule, but continue.

"Second, I'm wrapping up the election by selecting Artie as my running mate."

The second statement was greeted more warmly than the first. Meaning, everyone actually clapped for the second one instead of looking at each other with confused looks.

But Brittany wasn't finished, "I think by bridging the human-slash-robot divide, we'll ensure that both students and vending machines will be voting for us."

"Still not a robot," Artie stated before Blaine started talking.

"Brittany, that's not fair. This isn't a popularity contest, it's about who's got the best ideas. It's about believing you can make a change, right?"

Artie put a finger to his lips and feigned confusion, "What is that I taste in my- is that sour grape?" 

Blaine didn't have a chance to retort as the bell rang and Artie and Brittany left together, talking in hushed voices.

"This is by far the strangest club I've ever been in," Barry said as they were leaving. 

"Eh, you get used to it," Tina shrugged. "So, you know who you're voting for?"

Barry thought for a moment, "I mean, Artie seems like he'd be a great VP, and Brittany seems real. . . nice, but I don't really know. I heard that the only thing she did last year was make the prom dinosaur themed. While I think spending prom with a triceratops would be mildly more entertaining than all the other school dances I've been to, I think Blaine would be a better president."

"I agree," Tina said. "Although, if Blaine chooses a bad running mate, it might change our minds."

"I guess you're right," Barry agreed, stopping as they came to the science lab. "This is me. I'll see you at lunch, Tina."

"Later, Barry," Tina smiled as Barry entered the classroom and she continued on to her class. Tina had to admit, she had been slightly skeptical of Barry at first, even after seeing what Artie had found. But, after spending some time with him, she couldn't deny that he was one of the nicest people she had ever met.

Unbeknownst to her, she and Blaine had the same thought as she wondered how Sebastian grew up in the same environment as Barry and ended up so cruel.

It didn't make any sense.

*****

Unique walked into the science lab, unsure where to sit. She glanced around and spotted Barry sitting a couple of tables back, writing in a notebook. She figured it was probably best to go with someone she knew rather than one of the football players, a cheerio, that really obnoxious hockey guy, or a guy who looked like he had brownies for breakfast if you get the drift.

She walked over, hoping Barry would look up as she did, but he seemed really invested in whatever it was that he was doing. So, she just took a deep breath and went with it, "Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No, not at all," Barry smiled as Unique felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "It's Unique, right?"

"Yup," Unique said. "In all her glory."

"So, being the new kid here is super fun," Barry joked. 

Unique snorted, "Yeah, totally. I love getting slushied every five minutes."

"Although, they do taste pretty good," Barry pointed out. 

Unique laughed, "I guess. But I'm not exactly paying attention to the taste when the syrup is burning my eyes."

Barry looked like he was going to say something when the late bell rang and they both turned to the front of the room.

"Okay, so, we were going to be dissecting cow eyeballs today, but it has been brought to my attention that giving a bunch of teenagers sharp tools at eight o'clock in the morning on a Monday might not be the best idea," Ms. Kilburn said, erasing the board where it said they would be working on dissecting all week.

"Aw, man," Unique heard Barry mutter. "That's one of my favorite labs."

"Seriously?" Unique looked at him weirdly.

"So, we'll be starting our periodic table projects a little earlier than expected. I'll let you guys pick your partners this time, so do that while I hand out the information packets," She grabbed a stack of papers off her desk and started passing them out.

Unique wished she had assigned partners. Now, she would have to go through everyone else partnering up and getting left with the one kid who didn't want to do anything at all or have Ms. Kilburn force another pair to let her join them as a group. Just how she wanted to start the week.

Unique was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts as a hand was waved in front of her face, "Earth to Unique."

"Oh, sorry," Unique turned to Barry, ready for him to ask her to move so he could go find a partner.

"No problem, I space out a lot, too. I was just asking if you wanted to be my partner," Barry smiled.

Unique was a little shocked, "You want to be partners with me?"

"Unless you were going to do it with someone else, in which case I completely understand, I just thought you might want to work with me," Barry rambled.

"No! No, I'd love to be partners with you," Unique assured him. "But, why do you want to partner with me?"

"Hey, Glee Club is absolutely insane. Us new kids have to stick together," Barry shrugged as he started flipping through the packet Ms. Kilburn handed them. 

Unique smiled to herself, glad to have finally found someone who was able to treat her like a normal human being. She leaned in and started reading to herself as Barry talked her ear off about how oganesson was his favorite element. 

(AN: I know oganesson wasn't named until 2016, but it's my favorite element, so I'm going with it. Sue me. Also, I don't think I've mentioned this, but this is set during Barry's high school years on the Flash timeline, so it takes place around 2007 or so.)

*****

"So, you ready to tell me what's been bugging you all weekend?" Barry asked Marley as they were sitting at the kitchen table eating a snack after school. 

Marley sighed and put down the apple slice she had been nibbling on for the past five minutes, "I really liked this guy and I thought he liked me, too. Turns out, he's just a player and has a stereotypical mean cheerleader girlfriend."

"Ouch," Barry said, taking a sip of water. "What's his name?"

Marley shrugged, looking down at her nearly-full plate, "Doesn't matter."

Barry gave her a look, "It's that Jake guy, isn't it?"

"How did you know?" Marley asked, looking up, sadly. 

"The way you guys looked at each other during Glee on Friday. I knew there was something going on there," Barry stood and took the seat beside Marley. "And, as cliche as it sounds, if he can't see how amazing you are, he's not worth it."

"I know," Marley frowned. "But it still hurts. I really liked him."

"I think what you need is a distraction," Barry suggested.

"Yes, please," Marley laughed, weakly.

Barry thought for a moment, "Well, I'm going over to Unique's to work on a project, soon, but why don't we binge a few episodes your show after dinner?"

"You mean 'Doctor Who'?" Marley visibly perked up at the mention of her favorite show.

"Yeah," Barry smiled. "I've got a few episodes in season 3 I need to watch before the new season comes out."

"Sounds great!" Marley finally finished off her apple and stood up to put her dishes away. "I'll go get started on my homework. She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and Barry shook his head fondly.

He finished his food quickly and put his own dishes away just as his phone went off. He dried his hands off on his jeans and quickly crossed the kitchen to where his phone was.

"Hey, Blaine, what's up?" Barry asked.

"Hey, Barry," Blaine said quickly. "Listen, I could really use some help getting ready for the debate later in the week. I'm not too worried about Brittany, but Artie is a definite threat. Could you maybe come over today?"

"Sorry," Barry grimaced, hating to have to turn Blaine down. "I'm going over to Unique's to work on a project, and Marley's been feeling kind of down lately, so I'm having a marathon of her favorite show after dinner. Maybe tomorrow during lunch?"

"Yeah, that works, too," Blaine said.

"Oh, and if you're still going to work on it today, just note that Artie will most likely give over-the-top or excessively long answers that will lose the audience's attention, so just keep your answers short and captivating," Barry suggested.

"Okay, thanks," Blaine said before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Barry shoved his phone into his pocket, grabbed his backpack, yelled a quick goodbye upstairs to Marley, and left for Unique's house.

*****

Marley was much happier the next few days after her little "Doctor Who" marathon with Barry. It was nice just sitting down with her cousin and re-watching her favorite show. It was also just as entertaining to see Barry's reaction to what was happening for the first time.  They had promised that, no matter what, they would watch every new episode together. Now that she had something to look forward to, Marley was in better spirits.

She and Unique were chatting before Glee rehearsal one day.

"I did not know that it was even possible to talk about a single element for an entire class period," Unique laughed, finishing her story about her and Barry in science lab the day before when they were working on a model of a potassium molecule. Apparently, while they were working, Barry had told Unique every single thing he knew about the element. Which was apparently a lot.

"Hey, when we were watching TV last night, he just kept pointing out the scientific flaws of the show," Marley smiled, remembering her cousin getting so upset at the scientific inaccuracies.

"I mean, that I kind of get. Sometimes physics just doesn't exist in television," Unique said.

"We were watching a show about time [travel," Marley stated simply. "The whole point is that the rules of science don't necessarily apply."

"Oh, dear," Unique sighed before the two laughed.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked as he walked in.

"Barry's a dork," Unique said.

Blaine snorted, "What else is new?"

"He's so much of a dork, it's kind of sad," Marley clarified.

Blaine suddenly smiled mischievously, "You know, I gave Sam a makeover yesterday to get ready for the election. You guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

Marley and Unique smiled at each other and Marley said, "My place, right after school."

*****

Barry hurried down the stairs as the doorbell rang, figuring it was probably the mail or something, but was surprised when Blaine and Unique were on the doorstep, "Uh, hi?"

"Oh, hey guys!" Marley suddenly appeared behind him. "Come on in."

"I didn't know you were having people over," Barry said as the two came in.

"There uh, actually here for you," Marley said, closing the door. "You need help."

Barry tilted his head in confusion, "With what?"

"Barry," Blaine said. "Just because you're a huge nerd, doesn't mean you have to dress like one."

"Seriously?" Barry asked, bewildered as the three stared at him. "This is about my clothes?"

"And your hair," Marley added.

"Oh yeah," Blaine said. "The hair is the worst part."

Barry rolled his eyes, "Come on, guys, I-"

"Nope," Marley grabbed his arm and started dragging him upstairs. "You're not getting out of this."

*****

"I don't know how I feel about this," Barry said as Blaine was fixing his hair and the girls were going through his closet.

"You don't have to know," Blaine said, running the comb through his hair. "Just let it happen."

"I think I dress fine," Barry said.

Marley walked over with a couple of shirts in her hand, "Barry, this is one of those rare instances where you have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"You know, there's actually some pretty nice things in here," Unique said, pulling out a maroon bomber and a couple of T-shirts. "Why do you never wear these?"

"Oh, Iris got me those for Christmas and my Birthday last year. Just not my style."

"Barry, this," Marley gestured to his Star Wars shirt, slightly baggy jeans, and black sneakers. "Is not a style. It's a look."

Blaine turned his face to look at him again, "Stop moving, you're messing me up. Let the girls do their thing."

Barry rolled his eyes, but let Blaine keep fixing his hair, "What are you even doing?"

"Well, your part is all wrong for your face, so that's step one. You also have nice eyes, but your bangs keep covering them, so that's another thing. Your hair does pretty good at staying in place, so I won't have to use too much gel," Blaine said with a concentrated look on his face.

Barry decided to just stop resisting and let the three do what they want. He could sort of see the girls going through his closet and pulling out various things to make a few outfits they liked. Blaine finished with the comb and used a little bit of gel he had brought to keep it in place.

"Okay," Blaine said, sitting back and staring at Barry's hair. "I think I'm done."

The girls put a pair of converse on the bed next to a shirt and looked over. Barry thought Marley had squealed loudly when she found out she got in Glee. This was louder.

"Oh, it's perfect!" She clapped her hands together a little.

"Wow, Blaine, you're good," Unique grinned.

"I try," Blaine gave a little bow.

Marley reached down and picked up one of the outfits they had made, "Okay, our turn. Go put this on."

"But don't look in a mirror yet!" Unique said as he stood to leave. "Not until you can see the whole thing at once."

Barry rolled his eyes, but went into Marley's room to change, anyways, so he wouldn't see himself in the bathroom mirror. The girls had picked out the maroon bomber jacket Iris had gotten him for his birthday earlier in the year, his light gray Key Club shirt from Central City High, a pair of black jeans he had gotten when he was working backstage at his school's play, and white sneakers from Christmas that he had worn a few times.

Barry put the clothes on, ran his hand through his hair to fix it again, and walked back to his room.

"Oh, my gosh, yes, yes, yes!" Marley squealed as soon as he walked in.

"Okay, I was a part of this, and even I'm surprised at how well you can rock this," Blaine smiled, pulling his phone out.

"Are you taking a picture?" Barry asked, slightly concerned.

"Don't worry," Blaine waved his hand dismissively. "I'm just sending a before and after photo to Kurt. He loves makeovers."

"Boy, you look hot!" Unique said, snapping a few pictures as well, and Barry felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"Hold on," Marley said as she pulled her phone out. "I have got to Skype Iris right now."

"Guys, I-" Barry was going to tell them to at least let him see what he looked like before they showed everyone.

"Hey, Marley, what's up?" Iris's voice came from Marley's phone.

"Okay, first things first, this is Blaine and Unique," Marley held the phone out farther and the two waved at the screen.

"Uh, hi?" Iris sounded confused. "What's going on? Why do you all look like you just pulled something off?"

"We gave Barry a long overdue makeover," Marley said excitedly.

"Oh, my gosh, finally!" Iris said.

"Hey!" Barry said defensively.

"Sorry, Bar, but I've been trying to get you to fix your look for years now. Why do you think I always get you clothes as gifts?"

"I feel super attacked right now."

"Come on, Marley, show me!"

Marley adjusted the phone so that the camera was pointing towards Barry, who was still blushing, "Okay, you ready? Three, two, one,"

She tapped the screen to turn the camera to the front and and Barry heard a squeal come from Iris, "Oh, my goodness, you did his hair to!"

"Does no one like the way I dress?" Barry asked, exasperated.

"No," Blaine and Iris said at the same time and Barry rolled his eyes for what felt like the one hundredth time that day.

"Wait, hold on a second," Iris said and it sounded like she was yelling at someone on the other end, "Dad! Come look at this!"

"What, no! Don't show Joe!" Barry exclaimed.

"What is it?" he heard Joe say.

"Check this out!"" Iris said.

Barry groaned, "Seriously?"

"Dang, Bar," Joe said. "You clean up nice."

"We had to force him into this," Blaine said.

"Shut up," Barry crossed his arms.

"Come on," Blaine said. "You look hot."

"Hey, maybe now you can get a girlfriend who isn't awful," Iris said.

"Becky wasn't that bad, okay?"

"Yes, she was," Iris, Joe, and Marley all said.

"Now I'm curious," Unique said. "Spill."

"Well, at Winter Formal last year, she-"

Barry cut Iris off, "Okay, Joe, Iris, it was nice talking to you guys, but we gotta go."

"We do?" Blaine gave him a look.

"The debate is tomorrow, you should get ready," Barry said, grabbing Marley's phone. "Bye guys."

"Bye, call you lat-" Barry shut off the phone before Joe could finish.

Barry threw Marley's phone on the bed and gave the three of them a look, "Really?"

"Come on, Bar, you look really good in this," Marley said.

"Yeah, look in a mirror," Blaine said, with a smile. "If I wasn't with Kurt I would be really attracted to you right now."

"If you don't wear this to school tomorrow, I will murder you," Unique said.

Barry raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright."

"Well, speaking of the debate, I actually do need to practice with Sam," Blaine said, standing.

His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled, "Well, Kurt approves of the makeover, which means we did good."

"Uh, yeah we did," Marley said. "Just wait until mom gets home."

Barry groaned, "Well, if you guys are done, I have a math test tomorrow."

"Okay, fine, fine," Unique said. "We're going."

After Blaine and Unique had left and Marley had went back to her room, Barry went into the bathroom to see how he actually looked.

His hair was parted on the opposite side of where it usually was, and his bangs were brushed off to the side instead of down and sort of in his eyes. The maroon added a nice splash of color to an otherwise plain outfit and his jeans were a little tight, but in a good way. (I am by no means good with fashion, so please let me know if this outfit would look awful)

His phone suddenly went off, so he hurried back to his room to check it.

Sam Evans

I hear you got a makeover too.

Barry Allen

Was yours as painful?

Sam Evans

Probably not, since I only had Blaine. I can't imagine how it would have went with the girls.

Barry Allen

Slightly awkward and I now feel very self conscious.

Sam Evans

Well, we're in this together, then. Can't wait to see what they did to you tomorrow.

Barry Allen

Likewise. Fair warning, I think Blaine's coming to help you prep for the debate tomorrow.

Sam Evans

Thanks. Wish me luck.

Barry Allen

Of course. See you tomorrow.

*****

Blaine was sitting at a dressing table backstage fixing his hair when Barry walked up from behind, his hands in his jacket pockets. He was wearing the outfit they had picked out for him yesterday.

"Hey, you wore it!" Blaine said happily, turning around to face him.

"Well, I'd rather not get murdered by the girls today," Barry shrugged. "I wouldn't get to vote for you guys."

"You're gonna vote for me and Sam?" Blaine asked, excitedly. It was nice to know at least one person would be on his side.

"Artie would probably be a good Vice President, but after hearing what Brittany accomplished last year, I feel like she probably shouldn't be trusted with another term."

Blaine smiled, "True."

"Well, looks like they did a pretty good job, Barry," Sam said as he walked up, eyeing Barry's outfit.

"Yeah, I guess so," Barry said. "You don't look so bad, yourself."

"Thanks," Sam said before turning to Blaine. "Hey, dude, uh, now that you made me over, can I give you some advice?"

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, thinking he looked pretty good, "Yeah, sure."

"Lose the bow tie," Sam said.

"What?" Blaine asked, turning to look in the mirror.

"Yeah, trust me, it makes you look uptight and a little like a young Orville Redenbacher."

Blaine gave him a look.

"Just take it off," he said.

Blaine looked to Barry who nodded in agreement.

"Okay," Blaine tugged the bow tie off, undid the top button, and studied his reflection. "You know what? Actually, it's. . . you're actually right."

"Thank you," Sam said.

"Well, I just wanted to wish you guys good luck," Barry said, turning to leave. "Marley and I are gonna be rooting you you."

"Thanks, Barry," Sam waved as he left. "I like the hair you did."

"Thanks," Blaine said, still studying his reflection. "Yeah, I tried to make it look nice, but not like Sebastian's."

"Well, anything would have been better than what he had going on," Sam said, clapping Blaine on the shoulder. "Let's go nail this thing."

*****

"There you are," Marley said as Barry joined her in the audience, if it could be called that. There was only a dozen or so people there.

"Sorry," Barry apologized, taking a seat. "Just wishing Blaine and Sam good luck."

"So, let's meet these second-tiered losers," Coach Sylvester said from onstage. "You know them as the pimp and the gimp: Artie Abrams and Sam Evans."

Coach Sylvester took her spot at a table in front of the stage while Sam and Artie took their places behind and beside the podiums. Artie reached up and grabbed the mic off the podium.

"Stumbles, my first question is for you," Coach Sylvester looked to Artie. "Who, in goodness's sake, gives a hot, wet, steamy dump about student government?"

Artie took a deep breath and answered, his voice starting out a little shaky before getting more confident, "I do. And I think everyone in this room should, too. First of all, student government isn't just a way for us to pad our college resumes, it's a way for us to take an active role in our own education. Study after study shows that an active student body is a successful student body."

"Okay, moving on," Coach Sylvester glanced at her cards, but Artie kept going.

"Student government is just the beginning. We need more after-school programs and better-qualified staff to support out teachers, who are overworked and underpaid."

"Oh, for goodness sake," Coach Sylvester sighed.

"And that's just the beginning."

Barry leaned over to Marley and whispered, "How long do you think he's going to talk for?"

"It can't be that long," Marley shrugged. "Right?"

About half an hour later, Artie finished with, "That's one of the many goals I promise to reach by the midway point of my first term, as outlined in my 96-point Pierce-Abrams Road Map To Restore McKinley's Future."

"Thank goodness," Coach Sylvester sighed before turning to Sam, "Sam Evans, your response?"

"I wasn't really listening," Sam said, looking like he had just woken up from a nap. "Whatever Artie said, I agree with that."

Barry inwardly face-palmed. 

"Our next question is from the Twitter," Coach Sylvester said. "@HungrySouthMouth asks Sam Evans, 'Rumor has it you were a stripper. Aren't you ashamed?'"

Sam took a deep breath and said, "No, I'm not."

Barry sighed, "That's a good answer."

"In fact," Sam started, taking a few steps forward. Barry was confused until Sam started taking off his shirt and that's all Barry saw because he covered his eyes and sunk down in his seat.

"Oh boy. . ." Marley said.

"I'm embarrassed for him," Barry said, cringing as someone cheered.

*****

Eventually, the vice president's debate was over and Blaine and Brittany took the stage.

"Students at this school have every right to be angry," Blaine said. "Last year's student council, led by my opponent, was the most ineffectual in a generation. Brittany S. Pierce, in her last term, accomplished absolutely nothing except plan a dinosaur-themed prom and ban the use of hair gel."

"So far so good," Barry whispered to Marley.

"Ladies and gentlemen, telling anyone what they can or cannot put into their hair is disgusting. It's the first step towards tyranny, my friends. Next thing you know, they'll start burning books."

"Should've stopped while he was ahead," Marley said.

"Yup."

"And then they'll probably start burning people, too."

"That's a lie," Brittany said softly.

"This tyranny all ends today, McKinley. I want to offer you a change. And I am that change. "Let's make history Titans. And vote Anderson-Evans. Thank you."

Coach Sylvester turned to Brittany, "Sweet, simple Brittany. What say you?"

Brittany leaned towards the mic, "Uh. I love you. I love you so much McKinley High school. Simple as that."

She grabbed the mic and walked around the podium to the front of the stage. "In fact, I think that everyone should love this school as much as I do. If you elect me as president, I promise to outlaw summer vacation, so we'll have school all year round. That means we'll spend every day of summer indoors with all our friends, in McKinley High School's award-winning air conditioning."

"How can air conditioning in a high school win an award?" Marley asked.

Barry shrugged and listened as as Brittany promised to make weekends illegal so Monday would come right after Friday and asked everyone to vote for her and Artie, "I have a feeling Brittany and Artie aren't going to win."

*****

"Congratulations, Blaine Warbler," Brittany said as she passed Blaine.

"Thank you, Britt," Blaine smiled. 

Brittany brushed past him to talk to Sam and Blaine, in spite of himself, checked his text messages again.

Blaine Anderson

Hey, Kurt, call me when you get this, I've got big news!

Kurt?

Hello?

Hey, it's kind of important, can you please answer my calls?

"Hey, there you are!" Blaine looked up from his phone as Barry walked up, smiling wide. "Everything okay?"

Blaine plastered on a smile, "Yeah, of course, why?"

Barry shrugged, "I dunno, you just look kind of sad for someone who just won student body president against one of the most popular people in school."

Blaine sighed, "It's nothing, thanks for the advice on the debate, by the way, you were totally right about Artie giving really long answers."

"No problem," Barry smiled. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Of course," Blaine said.

"Okay, just making sure. Give me a call when you're ready to tell me what's bugging you," Barry said before walking off to talk to Tina and Sugar.

Blaine sighed and sent another text to Kurt. He got that Kurt was excited about the whole Vogue internship thing, but the least he could do was make a little time for Blaine. He supposed he could talk to Barry about it, but it seemed silly that he was feeling upset about this. Kurt was just excited about his new job. He would probably start listening to Blaine more once the initial excitement wore off. 

Right?

Annd, this was kind of bad. Sorry, I'm not too good at fillers. But, when I realized that this was the makeover episode, and I remembered that one eisode of the Flash where we saw how Barry used to dress in high school, I figured there was no way the Glee kids would let Barry look like that in public, so this was the end result of that. I'm sorry. I have a little bit of an idea of where the next chapter is going, so it should be a little better and/or quicker. Hopefully.

Anyway, thanks for reading, stay weird, stay wonderful, and stay you!