Blair was bored. More than usual, even. She focussed hard on her hand mirror as she spread soft pink gloss over her lips, her feet resting on top of the empty chair beside her. This was painfully boring, to the extent that she didn't know what class she was in or how she got there. It was positively Inception style. She was supposed to be singing later, something about an impromptu performance of some kind but singing did not carry the meaning it once had. It's not as if she was able to sing the words to anyone, so it wasn't significant anymore, nor was it particularly enjoyable. She hadn't fitted in as well as she had hoped at Crawford. It was better than her old school in the sense that people didn't laugh at her anymore. She didn't feel like a target anymore as such, but she still felt out of place in the world. You see, there's something you've got to understand here- Blair Anderson was a raging lesbian. Admittedly, she was now a raging lesbian in an all girls school- a major bonus, you understand, but that didn't change the fact that she was different and being different was still a crime in this world.

Make no mistake, Blair would never admit that this phases her. She would tell you that she shouldn't, wouldn't and never will care before tossing her curls behind her and turning away from you. It was the loneliness that got to her, really. If people thought you were odd in some way, they were far less inclined to want to be close to you. It wasn't their fault, not really, just general human nature expressing itself through a school full of teenage girls, all of whom thoroughly disapproved of Blair because she wore her socks too low, her hair too long and a superior smirk on her face at all times. From all this, you probably would describe Blair as unpopular- but you'd be wrong. She runs the school! People disapprove of her, that doesn't mean they dislike her. She has a voice like an angel and the face to match. She has curves in all the right places, does everything with impeccable grace and (although she has no interest whatsoever) has the entire heterosexual student body of Dalton Academy at her feet. Girls can be superficial as a community and just those things earn Blair a significant amount of respect, let me tell you.

Putting on lip gloss on a spiral staircase is hard enough without someone trying to talk to you, Blair thought on hearing the quiet voice as she reached the bottom of the stairs. A tall, brown haired girl was standing on the stairs with a confused look on her face. It might have been because she was out of uniform, but there was no denying that this girl was absolutely gorgeous. She had long light brown hair that framed her face perfectly, there was an adorable sprinkling of freckles across her nose and she had these blue-green eyes that you couldn't ignore if you tried. Although she looked a little out of place, Blair couldn't help but mentally compliment her outfit, she was dressed flawlessly.

"I'm new here," the girl said, flicking her hair out her eyes with one hand and gently shaking Blair's hand with the other. "I'm Karla."

Blair felt slightly dazed, but fluttered her eyelashes as per usual, grinned and replied "I'm Blair." She looked couldn't resist looking the girl up and down a bit before letting her fingers slide away. "Listen, are you lost? Because I'm supposed to be performing around 2 minutes ago." Karla didn't reply, giving her an annoying confused look instead and Blair had been wanted to hold her hand again anyway, so she took it again and winked. "You can watch. Come on, I know a shortcut."

The performance was better than it usually was. The Chickadees were on great form, Blair was pitch perfect, of course, and she was able to finally have something to focus on, something to sing to. Karla had a huge smile spread across her face the entire time and was swaying along in a fashion which could only be described as mesmerising. Blair smirked to herself as she recalled that just a few minutes ago they'd been holding hands and it had been really good. It was probably kind of pathetic to be this happy about holding hands with someone when the other, straighter girls she knew were up to far more, but right now she really couldn't care less. In Blair's mind, it'd been a fairytale moment. There was no way she was letting this girl get away from her, even if they were just going to be friends. What with all her troubles having seemed to be momentarily trivialised, there was only one question in Blair's mind. Is she, or isn't she?

Blair didn't know this, she was exactly the observant type, but this was the most liberated Karla had felt in months. There were a few things she had learnt in her first ten minutes of being inside the walls of Crawford:

One: Crawford had a uniform, oops.

Two: People actually come to show choir events voluntarily.

Three: Holding hands with other girls is even nicer than she'd anticipated and she planned to do it again.

Blair was stunning, Karla thought to herself. The kind of stunning you only though existed in fashion magazines and bad chick flicks with those big, inviting brown eyes and darkened skin and luscious curls. Well, they were definitely something Karla could get used to.

Karla felt bad for coming here to 'spy' as soon as she had set foot in the place. The truth was she was angry. There, she'd said it. She was angry at the teachers for treating her like she didn't matter, angry at the bitchy comments the other girls said about her, and the disgusting looks that the boys gave her now that they all knew who, or what, she was. Karla wasn't ashamed that she liked girls, she always had- it was just how she was. It hadn't been until she had reached middle school that it had even occurred to her that it was in some way abnormal. After all, she heard her male friends go on about how hot certain girls were all the time, why shouldn't she be allowed to do it? Well, apparently she shouldn't. Apparently it was 'wrong', so wrong in fact that it meant the other kids were allowed to bully her about it and the teachers didn't want to act on it. It wasn't even as if they'd grown out of it, it seemed to be getting progressively worse as she got older. Karla liked to put up a confident front, but she wasn't all that sure of herself. She was shy sometimes, and awkward, uneasy. On stage she can rock your world, but down here in normal life things seemed a lot harder and people judged you without knowing you and treated you accordingly. Karla hated that.

But Blair was smiling at her from across the room and Karla was getting less upset by the second. She felt a fluttering feeling in her chest which made her feel uncomfortable and yet content. For goodness sake, she had only just met this girl! Blair was elegant, attractive and most likely straight- there was no need to be getting ahead of herself here. But that look in the dark haired girl's eyes, the look Karla was receiving right now, was a look of unmistakeable flirtation that even Karla couldn't fail to notice. Well, she smiled to herself, two could play at this game.