Title: With You

Pairing: Donald/Stacie

Summary: Stacie and Donald's lives throughout the school year.

Author's Note: I have no idea where this story is headed, but I'm just winging it. This fic is for my friends, who just absolutely LOVE Stacie and Donald. I hope you guys like this chapter. This is only the beginning. Thanks to everyone who are about to read this, and please review if you have time.

Chapter 1

She stares at the back of his head. His dark hair, perfectly curling up at the front, and the back of his hair sticking out at an odd angle. She can't seem to understand why she's staring at him in particular. It's not like they've said a single word to each other since the Riff-off, but she can't help it. The way he had looked at her and nodded when she sang to him. His dark eyes squinting intensely at her through the lenses of his glasses, and that annoyingly cute smirk on his face. She wanted to do something to wipe the smirk off his face, but she figures that if she went through with what she had in mind, Aubrey would have an aneurysm, and then she'd kick her off the Barden Bella's group after having her vocal cords ripped out. (Aubrey was not kidding about the whole "No sexual or intimate encounters with the 'enemy'" thing.)

Stacie huffed loudly and tore her eyes away from the back of his head. He was laughing at something Bumper was saying. She doesn't know why he even hangs out with Bumper, who's a total douchebag, and needs to have his ego deflated with a sledgehammer.

They were all in the cafeteria. The Barden Bella's all sitting together at one table, while the Treble Makers huddled around the other table. They didn't acknowledge each others existence, save for Bumper who would turn to look over at Fat Amy who was glaring at the carrots on her plate. Aubrey had made her go on a special diet to try and pull down her weight, but everyone else knows for a fact that it wouldn't work. Not when every time Aubrey left the cafeteria, Amy would just stand up and get herself six slices of pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. The pile of grease made Stacie feel queasy, but she usually wants to barf whenever Amy starts eating it and eye humping Bumper from across the table. It was gross… and highly disturbing.

Stacie stabbed the tomato on her plate. She doesn't know why she's feeling so… glum. She was interrupted from stabbing the other parts of her salad by his voice as he starts talking animatedly about the frat party that half the school was invited to. Stacie sighed softly and subtly glanced over in his direction. He was now sitting sideways on the bench so that he was straddling the bench, and she could see the side of his face. He was cute… okay, maybe more than cute. At that point, he glanced at their table, and their eyes met for a second… Fine, he's hot!

He blinks and the corners of his lips lift, but before she could smile back, Aubrey nudges her and she goes back to staring at her salad.

There was a frat party tonight at one of the Sorority houses, and the accapella groups were always invited to those because somehow the groups were a popular thing on campus. Stacie usually loved parties, but tonight, she just wasn't feeling it.

She planned to stay in her dorm room and just do some homework because she's behind on it. Just as she's about to call the others and let them know that she won't be going, her phone rang. She sighed when she saw Aubrey's name flashing across the screen on her phone, and she immediately knew that something was up. Aubrey never calls anyone of the Barden Bella's unless it has something to do with the Accapella.

"Hello?" Stacie asks into the receiver.

"We got another gig." Aubrey says, jumping straight to the point.

Stacie stays silent and waits for Aubrey to deliver the punch line. "All Bella's should be present tonight at the Frat party. We'll be performing, and showing off our vocal skills in front of the Treble's." And there it is. The only reason Aubrey is so obsessed with winning was because she hated the Treble makers. Every. Single. One of them, down to the last soul.

Stacie knows for a fact that Aubrey would never let her hear the end of it if she doesn't show up, so she agrees. "I'll meet you guys there."

Aubrey answers with a short "See you tonight." and hangs up. Stacie groaned and tossed her phone on her bed. With Aubrey's boring-ass song choices, she's not looking forward to messing up in front of the Treble's. Especially when he's going to be there.

SD-

The house was packed by the time the Barden Bella's arrived. Stacie spotted the Treble's bus already in the parking lot on their way in, and immediately searched the parking lot for them.

There he was, leaning against a red Ferrari, talking to some blonde bimbo who was merrily clinging to his every word. Stacie looked away, and ignored the sinking feeling in her gut. The Bella's are here to sing, and that's it. After that, she was free to go back to her dorm room and watch a sad movie while eating a Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice-cream, straight from the carton.

-SD-

Their gig went a whole lot better than their last one. At least they harmonized and were able to match pitches, whereas before they all sang different notes. The song they sang was still boring, but at least they didn't get thrown out of the frat house even though 99% of the people there pretty much dozed off during their gig.

Stacie quickly filled her cup with some booze and headed towards the parking lot. She didn't want to stay in the frat house any longer than she had to, and she was just ready to leave already. She was hoping to catch Amy so she could get a lift to the school before the others decide to leave, but Amy was nowhere in sight.

Stacie took her time gulping down the cheap booze, and hurriedly walked through the crowded parking lot. She couldn't help but glance over to the red Ferrari where she had seen him standing earlier, and she almost wanted to jump up and down and do a victory dance when she saw the blonde bimbo standing there by herself, puking her guts out onto the sidewalk. She kind of felt bad that the blonde girl was alone and puking all over her own shoes, but… well, at least he wasn't there holding the girls hair up and consoling her.

Stacie looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone she knew who owned a car so she could maybe get a lift to the school, but there was no one around. No one she knew, anyway. After nearly ten minutes of looking around, Stacie sighed in defeat and decided to just walk to the school. It wasn't really that far anyway. She didn't like walking alone, and she was thoroughly scared of walking anywhere at night in mini shorts and a low cut sweater, but she'd much rather be inside her room than at this party.

-SD-

She was maybe halfway to school, when she comes up to a noisy alleyway. She speeds up a bit, hoping and praying that the drunk hobo's won't notice her walk by, but her luck pretty much sucks. She hears them calling out to her to slow down. It only makes her walk faster. "Hey, baby! why don't you come and have a little fun with us?" one of them calls. She doesn't glance back, but she hears a lot of footsteps behind her. She estimates at least six or seven of them. "Oh come on, we won't bite!... Not yet." Another one calls and they all burst out laughing.

She doesn't slow down. If anything, she walks even faster until she's jogging. She hears the shuffling of their footsteps, and they seem a whole lot closer than before, and she doesn't think twice as she breaks out into a run. Her heart is hammering inside her chest, and her breath fogs up the air in front of her, and she doesn't stop. She keeps running, but one of them catches up to her. She doesn't have time to scream as a hand clamps over her mouth, and a bunch of hands circle around her body, as they haul her back towards the alleyway. She kicks and squirms, and tries to scream, but they already made it back there. She could feel her tears streaming down her face as they push her against a wall. One of them, steps up in front of her and gives her a toothless grin while the others hold her arms and legs still. She squeezed her eyes shut, and prays to all that's holy that this was just a nightmare. But somewhere inside her, she knows it isn't, and this is the end for her. She was going to get raped by a bunch of ugly, smelly, drunk hobos, and her body was going to be left there to rot.

She feels a hand slip up her shirt, and she begs them to let her go. They only start laughing in her face.

Just as she's about to give up hope, and just let herself just die already, a cars headlights turn into the alleyway. The engine roars loudly, and the hobo's instantly let go of her. She slides down the wall and pulled her knees up against her chest, sobbing the whole time as she watched the car speed up towards the hobos. The car managed to run into one of them, sending the hobo into the air, and landing about twelve feet away, while the others all scramble away and make a run for the other side. The guy that got hit stood up and limped away pretty quickly.

She doesn't see who her savior is because the headlights are shining straight into her eyes, but she does see his silhouette as he runs after the hobo's. His voice is really familiar as she hears him swearing loudly at the hobo's. "THAT'S RIGHT! RUN, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"

She's shaking, and she's sobbing, and then she feels her saviors arms wrap around her shoulders. He whispers something into her ear, and she only cries harder. He gathers her up into his arms, and slipped them behind her knees before lifting her effortlessly off the ground. She immediately buried her face into his neck and breathed in his scent as she continued to sob.

When she opened her eyes, she finds herself staring into his bespectacled eyes. He's looking at her worriedly, but his jaw is twitching. "Are you okay? They didn't hurt you, did they?" he asks as he pulls the seatbelt around her and snapped it into place.

Stacie doesn't say anything. She just shook her head and stared at him through her tears. It's him. Donald. He's her knight in shining armor.

"Let's get you out of here before…" he trails off and he looks like he's having difficulty saying anything more. He shakes his head and looked away. "I'm sorry." He apologized and gave her another worried glance before stepping away and shutting the door.

The two drive in silence, and a few minutes later, they're parked in the school's parking lot. They both just stare straight ahead, neither of them bothering to break the silence. Suddenly Donald turns and looks at her. Stacie turned her head to see him staring intensely at her face. "Are you okay?" he stops and looks away, cursing under his breath before looking back, "That's a stupid question; of course you're not okay."

Stacie wants to just lean forward and kiss him for rescuing her tonight, but she was still shaken up. "Thank you." She manages.

He nods and turns back to look out the windshield. "We should probably head inside." He says a moment later.

Stacie expects him to ask her for directions to her room, but he just keeps walking to his dorm. She stops in her tracks, about to walk in the direction of the girl's dorms, but his hand gently slides down her arm, and wraps around her hand. "I'm not going to let you sleep alone tonight."

Stacie raises an eyebrow at him.

He adds softly, "I'll sleep on the floor, and you can have the bed. Seniors have their own room."

Stacie is about to protest and tell him that she won't let him sleep on the floor for her, but he's already pulling her along with him. She likes the feeling of his warm hand around hers, and she can't help the smile forming on her lips.

Maybe tonight doesn't have to end up terribly after all.

-SD-

Author's Note: This story was written for my friends, who absolutely LOVE Stonald. I love them too. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Please review and let me know if you'd like another chapter or not. I fully intend to update, but the better the results, the speedier I update. Thanks for reading!