"You ready, Lay?" Blaine asked, leaning against the doorframe of his sister's room. She sighed, putting the lid back onto her eyeliner stick and setting it down on her make-up counter. This was the beginning of her first day of her Sophomore year. She was starting all over- a new town and a new school.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, picking up her mostly-empty book sack and walking out of the door. Their father was sitting in the kitchen, sipping his coffee and reading his paper.

"You kids be good now," he called as the two closed the door. They walked to school, being in that it was only two blocks away, Blaine reassuring Layla the entire way.

"Public high schools aren't actually that bad. I mean, sure, my first one wasn't the greatest, but McKinley's better. Kurt went to McKinley for three years and he's fine. I know Crawford was a little, you know, high class and the girls there were snooty but it's not like that here. You'll be fine, don't worry,"

"I wasn't worried. It's just high school. I'm gonna be okay," she said as she entered the hallway where her pre-assigned locker was. On her locker was a list of her classes.

Geometry, Mr. Cook, Room 105

Spanish II, Mr. Schuester, Room 207

English II, Mrs. Kole, Room 117

Study Hall- 11:00-11:45

Biology I, Mr. Burton, Room 203

Civics, Mr. Davis, Room 443

PE, Coach Sylvester, Gym

Band, Mrs. Wittaker, Band Hall

You will be given 4 minutes between classes

Study Hall is an open opportunity time, this is when clubs will meet

The bell rang, and she stalked off to Geometry.

"Adios, Mis estudiantes." Mr. Schuester said as the bell rang following second period. He stood by his open door as the students left. Layla was the last to leave, having dropped her binder. "You're an Anderson, right?"

"Yes sir, Layla. My brother is Blaine."

"Yeah, I know Blaine. He's joining Glee, right?" he asked.

"Of course. He loves acapella, choir, whatever you guys call it here."

"Have you thought about joining?" Mr. Schuester asked, smiling slightly. They needed new members.

"Not really my thing, I'm more of the band geek kinda girl, saxophones are cool, you know?" she joked.

"Why don't you at least stop by? See if you like it. We meet on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays during-"

"Study hall. Go it. I'll give it a chance, I guess," She answered, leaving quickly.

The choir room buzzed with activity. The few Glee members who hadn't seen each other over the course of the summer were hugging and catching up, the ones who were in relationships were kissing, and there was an aire of excitement over the room. Layla entered, getting an excited wave from her brother. She took a seat behind him and Kurt, on the end of a row. Mr. Schuester called everyone to attention.

"Welcome back, guys. It's nice to see our old face back," he motioned to Rachel in example," And even better to see new faces. How about we go about the room and introduce ourselves. Give your name, grade, and how long you've been in Glee club."

Layla listened, half interested, and when it was her turn, she gave her answer as nonchalantly as possible. "Layla Anderson, sophomore, first time in Glee." Between her name being Anderson, her curly hair, and 5'0'' height, it was easy for most of the club to see who her brother was.

Once the formalities were done, Mr. Schuester asked the kids to divide into groups: Alto, Soprano, Tenor, and Bass. Layla looked around, confused. "Um, I… I don't know what section I am." A few girls in the Soprano section giggled.

"She's a Soprano," Blaine said matter-of-fact-ly. "I's say Bb to high D."

Twenty minutes in and I'm already lost…. Layla thought. Here we go…

"Hey, Bari sax," The scrawny looking clarinet player called from the water line on the practice field. It was the first band practice of the school year, and Layla, being a new student, was still catching up on the field routine.

"Who, me?" Layla asked, pushing a curl back out of her face.

"Rollstep 16 counts after the straight eighths. Not 18," the boy said before turning around and conversing with his friends. Layla sighed. It was strange seeing a girl, especially one of her stature, playing a baritone saxophone, sure, but for some reason the kids in Lima couldn't wrap their heads around it. Layla bit her lip, re attaching her sax to the neckstrap and heading back to the first set to practice.

"Hey, you know you can bring clothes to change into for practice, right?" A voice from behind her asked. She turned to see the other bari sax player, a boy called Dylan whom she met during class. He seemed sweet, and helped her get her instrument put onto the high shelf.

"Well, I do now," she said, smiling slightly. "Dylan, right?"

"Yeah, and you're Layla Anderson." He blushed slightly. "I'm good with names."

Layla giggled and Dylan got a noticeable glint in his eyes. This made her blush, and she immediately looked down.

"Alright kids, first set." The director yelled, and they began walking to their opening positions.

"You shouldn't look down when you blush, you know. It's kinda cute," he said before they were called to silence by the drum major.