Summary: "Look around you, The 11 people you are sitting with are now your family. You don't have to like it but that's the business you've chosen to pursue by enrolling in this school."

A/N: This is an AU. None of the Gleeks know each other and all of them are 16. This takes place in a performing arts school in New York City. That's really all that you need to know beforehand.

Pairings: St Berry (This is main, don't worry about others) Klaine, Quam, Brittana and Tike

Shoutouts: To my beta, Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon, who is an amazing person and a great help.

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. I have purchased 2 Glee T-Shirts, A Glee Annual, Some Glee Silli bands, A Glee Poster, A Glee Box Set, A Glee Binder and Two Tickets to Glee Live! At the 02. But not the show, itself. Happy?


Jesse POV

Shelby Corcoran was, in a word. Terrifying. The type of woman that if you got on her bad side, she'd not only kill you, but completely annihilate you into a million pieces and watch you blows away in the wind with a sadistic smile on her face. But as long as you didn't piss her off, she would be a great service to you, a mentor to end all mentors. And right now, I was on neither side of the Shelby scale as I sat on a luxurious leather couch in a small yet fancy parlour with 11 other students sitting one of the three couches, perching on the arms of them, on the chaises and footstools; all watching the graceful with middle age woman slowly pace in front of the group. Her ice cold eyes glazed over each and every one of us as we sheepishly awaited her to speak.

"I suppose I should welcome you," She sighed, stopping in the centre of her usual route "Look around you, Ladies and Gentleman, because this house is where you're going to live, sleep and hopefully, study for the next 2 years. The 11 people you are sitting with are now your family. You don't have to like it but that's the business you've chosen to pursue by enrolling in this school." She explained dramatically, we did as told, looking around the small parlour and the 11 other people. I exchanged a curt nod with the small, blonde girl who was sitting tall next to me, her lips tilted in the tiniest smile.

"My Name is Shelby Corcoran, I'm your vocal coach and Co-head of this dormitory," She continued "It will be my job to teach you guys the performing arts Monday, Wednesday and Friday." She smiled wryly.

"And the other two days, you'll join the other dorms to be taught the academics in order to get your diplomas," She added "Don't think for one second that this isn't important. I don't care about how well you can sing or how great you can dance, you fail more than two classes in one semester, and you're out." She pointed at the large, wooden double doors for emphasis. Everyone was silent.

"Statistically, I will lose two of you by the end of this first year, maybe you'll flunk, maybe you don't have what it takes, but nobody leaves here without a perfectly good reason. Ever." Her words made everyone shifted in unison as Shelby walked to a table and picked up a red clipboard, flicking through the first couple of pages of the stack that was clipped to it. She sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Quinn Fabray!" She almost shouted. The blonde next to me flinched at the sound of her name being called first and so loudly and straightened up taller, raising her hand up a couple inches gingerly.

"You'll be rooming with Santana Lopez," Shelby told her "Room 1, collect your bags from the hallway, go on up, settle in; be back down at 7pm sharp, that goes for all of you," She picked up a two key chains and chucked them at the blonde and a Latina who sat on the arm of a sofa. They nodded and began to collect their stuff together. They shuffled out together, words beginning to be exchanged as they walked down the corridor. We turned back to the front.

"Sam Evans and Noah Puckerman, You'll be in Room 4," Shelby continued, lobbing the keys to the respective two boys, a blonde and a boy with a Mohawk, both athletically built and tall. They shook hands as they strolled leisurely out the parlour.

"Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang, Room 2," Shelby told two girls, one curvy with coffee coloured skin and filled with sass, the other small, Asian and shy in the way she shuffled to collect her key and out the room, chatting quietly with her roommate.

"Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel, Room 5," Shelby called. A petite, scrawny boy with an effeminate grace about him hopped up, gathering what looked like a designer overnight bag and took the pair of keys with a nod from the woman as a tall, thin, giant of a boy grabbed his backpack, swung it over his shoulder and waited by the door for his roommate to join him.

"Brittany Pierce and Rachel Berry, you'll be in Room 3." Shelby gave the last two girls the order. My eyes glazed over the tall, well built blonde with side bangs who jumped up with glee to collect her bag, which was covered in what looked like unicorns and rainbows, and Shelby handed her key with a tight smile. She began to skip to the entrance as the girl named Rachel stood up, pulling her shoulder bag up with her, tucking a couple of her silky smooth, loose chocolate coloured curls behind her ear as she approached Shelby, nodding in thanks when the key was pressed into her hand. I smiled as she began towards the entrance to the room, passing me as she did. She caught my smile and returned it, her deep, brunette eyes keeping me captive for the brief second she held my gaze.

"I suppose you don't need a rocket scientist to tell you boys that you'll be rooming." Shelby groaned as Rachel left the room, I barely had time to react as the key chain came blazing towards my face. I caught it in one hand and Shelby smiled a tiny smirk as I nodded in thanks, standing.

"Mike Chang, meet Jesse St James." She announced. I nodded to the tall, Asian boy as he stood, offering his hand to me as I pulled my shoulder bag onto my shoulder. I took his hand and we shook once.

"Nice to meet you." I told him.

"Same here." He answered politely as we began out the room, down the corridor that opened into the entrance hall of the grand house that was now our home. There was a huge pile of suitcases of different colours, sizes and styles in the corner. 6 of the other students of the house were standing around it as they plucked their respective luggage from the mountain.

There was a grand staircase opposite the large front door of the building; it went up one large flight that separated into two flights, one going right, the other going left. Puck and Sam were travelling slowly up the right flight, lugging their bags behind them, talking amongst themselves. I grabbed the first two of my many suitcases (If I was living here for two years, I was always going to have a lot of luggage, wasn't I?) and with one in each hand and my messenger bag on shoulder, I began up the first flight. From what I gathered, Rooms 1-3 were up the left flight, I could see over the balcony that three doors where along the hallway it led to and the same on the right. I began up the right flight of the steps as Sam and Puck got to the top. I passed them and continued to Room 6, the furthest along the hall. I peeked over the balcony to see Mike coming up the first flight.

Slipping my key into the lock, I pushed the heavy, wooden door open and stepped into the room.


This has been Chapter One.

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