Lost To The Music

xStarletx

A/N: Hey there readers! I unno much about Glee, I just got into it, so feel free to correct me on stuff I may get wrong. I love getting review and will definitely post the next installment faster the more reviews I get! I also love talking in these little blurbs up her. Oh and I should get this over with – I don't own Glee, obviously. So don't ask. – I have 17 other stories… possibly 16 possibly 18 I lose track. Of those stories I have maybe 3 done, but a bunch of my stories are coming to a close. For those of you who like Twilight, I have a fic, (Everlasting Enemies) that is coming to a finish, only one chapter left, however it's part one of three… possibly four, I haven't decided so if you like it check it out. I write about anything I find interesting so swing on by my profile and check out anything else that amuses you. I also have better descriptions of my stories on my profile so that might help you decided better. Thanks for listening. Don't forget to review!

Chapter 1

Roxanne Gould wasn't really a girl, she hadn't been for years, even before her mother died. She had five brothers, two older and three younger you don't learn to love dolls and wearing dresses when you're trying to keep up with boys in pants and shorts who get to play in mud and dirt when you don't. In fact, out of the boys she hung out with now she was more of a boy then any of them too. She could skate better, fight better, and belch better they probably didn't even know her name was Roxanne, everyone called her Rocks cause she was as stubborn as one. However she didn't really want to be a boy anymore. Her best friend, Devlin Winterbourne, liked pretty girly girls, and she liked Devlin therefore she wanted to be a girly girl but she didn't know how to be one. She didn't know who to ask about that either, her mother had died four years ago and her father was never around, and with five brothers – none of which had steady girlfriends or any idea how to please a girl, they would most likely be no help what-so-ever.

Rocks didn't like her high school, William McKinley High, much anymore either. Everyone was up in a tizzy about the whole Glee club thing. What was the big deal? So some jock wanted to sing so let him, each to his own right? The slushy war had begun earlier that week, and anyone considered uncool, especially those in the Glee club had been getting the bunt of it and had been retaliating. Obviously there had been some innocent bystanders, people who had gotten in their way or had a locker beside one of the cool jocks or the troublesome Glee singers. Rocks' locker was by Quinn Fabray, the fallen pregnant ex cheerleader. Once the top of the ladder, now the very bottom rung. Rocks was debating asking Quinn for advice, now that she was deemed un cool she must be able to speak to the lowly skater chick she previously snubbed and ignored. Rocks dallied at her locker waiting for Quinn's doting jock/Glee member/father of her baby boyfriend to leave, and when he did Rocks made her move. Shutting her locker she moved towards Quinn, gathering up her courage she tapped on Quinn's shoulder.

"Hey, I was wonder…" Rocks started, and then they were both assaulted by a wave of cold sticky slushy. Sure the large cup of artificially flavored ice and syrup had been meant for Quinn but most of it had hit Rocks. Rocks shook the access from her hands and her pony tailed shoulder length brown hair, and wiped away what left on her face. There was no merry laughter filling the hallway as there was when ever this happened to anyone else instead there was a deadly silence. Rocks looked up to her assailant with hooded eyes, the worried jock backed away from her. Rocks dropped her sodden backpack on the floor and started for the boy. Terrified he bolted to his left, but Rocks was quicker she tackled him to the floor, flipped him over and pummeled his face over and over again. She was pulled off by Principal Figgins but her rage was far from contented, she swung out with both her legs and caught him with one firm kick to the groin. She was then dragged to the principal's office screaming oaths and threats at the jocks telling them to mind their aim.

**

"Roxanne this is the fifth time I've had you in her for beating one of our students. Slushy to the face or not, you broke his nose and you damaged his face and eyes." Figgins droned on. Rocks slouched in her chair, she had flipped her black Billabong hood up to cover her face and hair.

"I'm not even going to attempt to call your father at work, I'll just leave a message on Eldon's cellphone, he'll be out of class in an hour." She continued looking over her eldest brother's class schedule. He given the principle this two suspensions ago, when she couldn't get a hold of anyone in the family to inform them that she had been sent to the hospital. That nerd deserved it, making fun of her Spanish. Eldon wasn't going to like that she had gotten in trouble again, she'd hear from him when she got home. Dad probably wouldn't even notice

"Obviously detentions and suspensions aren't working. What am I going to do with you?" Figgins asked, Rocks didn't respond that craft principal would think of something. Maybe she'd get expelled and she wouldn't have to come back to this high school. Sure she wouldn't see Devlin as much, but he did live next door to her. He would still use the massive oak between their houses to climb out of his window and over to hers to get into her room like he always did. As Principal Figgins deduced a horrible punishment for Rocks' equally as horrible behavior there came a knock on the door. The frustrated Figgins bid the person an entry with a tone that wasn't the jolliest.

"We need to talk about the slushy throwing." Mr. Schuester, her Spanish teacher, and coincidently the Spanish teacher at the school, cried throwing the door open.

"Oh, Roxanne, Quinn told me what happened, thank you for standing up for her." He congratulated upon noticing her sullen form half sunken into the chair in front of the principal's Desk.

"I wasn't sticking up for her, unless it's escaped you I happen to also be covered in sticky damp slushy covered clothes." Rocks snarled, she really hoped it wasn't going around the school that she was sticking up for someone like Quinn, she might get a slushy a day if that rumor took hold. Rocks looked back to Figgins whose stare was going back and forth between her and Mr. Schuester as if she had just concocted the most brilliant of plans.

"I've got it!" Figgins shouted jumping from her chair, startling both the troubled teen and the troubled teacher.

"Roxanne, you're going to join Glee club, a mandatory sentence till the end of term." Figgins sentenced. Rocks felt her mouth drop in utter shock.

"What?" She cried, not so surprised to hear Mr. Schuester echoing he concerns.

"She can't join the club without an audition. We don't even know if she can sing!" Mr. Schuester argued.

"No, but we do know that she can dance and she's gotten a very high level of gymnastics training under her belt. What level were you at before you quit dear?" Figgins asked, directing her question to the horrified teen.

"That was a secret yo! You said you wouldn't tell anyone about that!" She hissed, she knew Mr. Schuester could still hear her but this was more for the effect then to be efficient. She then turned to him.

"I don't know what she's talking about, she hasn't had her coffee today, that can make her quite loopy." Rocks accused, addressing the wide eyed panicking teacher.

"Don't listen to her. Think about it Will. No one's going to want to throw a slushy at her, or anyone she's with, they may just back down now." Figgins bargained.

"Or I'll get a slushy in the face, and the next time I do you'll have to expel me for breaking the kids arm." Rocks warned.

"You're right, she just might scare them off, goodness knows she's scared a few kids away from my Spanish class." Mr. Schuester joked.

"No, that was your teaching. I just gave them a reason." Rocks snarled, there was really no way out of this now, she was joining that stupid Glee club for sure. Slushy in the face a day here I come.

**

Rocks sat at her customary table her head resting against the fake wood veneer. It was lunch and she wasn't hungry, why would she be, every morning she'd be getting a slushy in the face for breakfast once news got out that she was now in the Glee club, which would be fast considering it was mandatory for her to go tonight. Her other two best friends, Patrick and George, who were so similar and so dim witted that you might have thought they were twins. They weren't of course but they weren't so stupid as to not notice there was something wrong with her.

"Yo, Roxas! Tell us what's wrong!" Patrick demanded, taking a seat across from her. Rocks didn't look up. She mumbled the words to the fake wooden table, you really would have thought the school would have gotten read wood tables if they wanted them. Guess the cafeteria wasn't that important to them, or maybe they were afraid of permanent stains on quality wood.

"We didn't catch that, remember we don't speak Grumbley Roxas as well as Devlin does." George joked.

"Yea do we need to go get him? I don't think he'd like us interrupting his bleacher time with Cindy." Patrick smiled, nudging her playfully. Rocks felt her face turn read, he was doing that stupid preppy girl again? They hadn't even been dating that long, unless a week was long… she wouldn't really know. She had never had a date, never had anyone interested in her in that way before in her life. She had really hoped Devlin would have realized that she was the girl for him, but he hadn't and he most likely wouldn't if she didn't change.

"I think you made her more upset." George whispered to Patrick.

"Why? Why would she care what Devlin's doing?" Patrick asked. Both were oblivious to Rocks' broken heart, and that's just the way she wanted it to stay.

"Maybe we should call him, get him to come over. He'll know how to fix her." George joked poking her as if to test if she were dead or not.

"NO!" Rocks cried, her head shooting up from it's position on the table, George and Patrick stared at her shocked by her sudden outburst.

"Alright, Alright! We won't get Devlin, I'll just go get some chocolate milk!" George offered backing away from her his hands up as if he were surrendering to her. Rocks laid her head back on the would-be-wooden table. She didn't want to see Devlin with his happy little perky girl friend, as if she had enough to be depressed about. Patrick pet her back sympathetically.

"Whatever punishment the Fig gave you we'll stick by you. You know that." He whispered softly into her ear. Rocks couldn't help but smile at the comment, she had such good friends. As she wallowed in self pity she didn't notice that George and Patrick were whispering and signing to one another. She was genuinely surprised when Devlin took a seat beside her though she shouldn't have been. She should have known that they would have pulled a stunt like this.

"Alright, Rocks, tell me what happened." Devlin ordered putting an arm around her. Rocks was kinda touched, he had stopped doing his girlfriend just long enough to cheer her up.

"She got in trouble with the Fig again and won't tell us what her punishment is, but it must be something awful." George explained for him. Rocks lifted her head off of the table again, and rested it on a propped up arm instead, sighing woefully as she did so. Devlin lifted a cautious hand to her hair where he then picked out globs of crusted slushy.

"Alright then, hit me with it." Devlin demanded continuing to pick out the globs for her.

"It's mandatory that I join Glee club." Rocks admitted. The three boys surrounding her stared at her for a while and then broke out laughing. Rocks colored immediately.

"What's so funny?"Rocks demanded to know.

"You? Singing and dancing? In a skirt?" Devlin cried, slapping his hands on the table, George had completely fallen off his chair in his hysterics and was now rolling on the floor laughing.

"So?" Rocks asked, her face turning deeper shades of red, she could tell because her face was burning and her eyes were stinging. Mortified she felt as if she might cry.

"Come Rocks, you're not good at that sort of stuff. You're not graceful, you can sing and you definitely won't look good in a skirt." Devlin answered, wiping away a few jolly tears. Rocks stood up.

"Fine then. Why don't you make your hoty-tot girlfriend your new best friend then? I bet she can do all those things and more! She so more better suited for you than I am!" Rocks cried, a solitary tear rolling from her eye down her cheek. She stormed away from them ignoring their cries to come back.

**

Rocks walked into the practice late, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Rocks strolled across the room and dropped her bag by a row of unoccupied seats, whispers following her as she went. Rachel was the first to approach her.

"We heard what you did for Quinn, that was very nice of you." She whispered. For Rocks, whose day was getting worse by the second this was the final straw.

"I didn't do it for Quinn! I did it for myself! And I don't want to be here, no more than any of you want me here!" Rocks near shouted. Rachel back away from her, frustrated Rocks threw herself down on the chair, throwing her face into her hands. Rachel pet her back softly, as Patrick, George or Devlin would have done, shocked Rocks looked up to her.

"There, there. We know this is hard for you, but we'll see you through the hard times." Rachel offered. Rocks was genuinely touched, she was always so used to looking out for herself. Mr. Schuester walked over to the pair.

"Let's see what you can do then." He demanded. Rocks nodded and got up.

She didn't have her dance stuff with her that day, but she would remember it for next practice. She also didn't perform to her best abilities purposely. She could do way more complicated moves then what the others were putting out, but hey she wasn't planning to stay in this club any longer then she would have to. After Glee Club was called to a close, Quinn linked arms with her.

"I know you didn't do it for me, but thank you." She whispered. "If you ever need anything just let me know."

Rocks picked up her bag, George and Patrick were waiting for her on the steps.

"We figured we'd come see you home, in case anyone tried to throw a slushy at you." Patrick presented, flashing her one of his beaming smile. Rocks didn't have to ask where Devlin was, he was with that girlfriend of his, again. Rocks dropped her skateboard to the ground and hopped on. She enjoyed the feel of the cool breeze running through her hair, her globed hair. Rocks made a note to herself to have a shower when she got home. Rock didn't want to believe it but she had actually had fun at Glee Club, with people that didn't care how you acted or looked, that liked you for being you. She could get used to that.

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