My third series, and probably not going to even be finished, because sadly I can never stay on a topic too long. I think I'll stick with this for a while though. This idea has been on me for a while.

This starts after the episode Vitamin D.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. :P

It was a typical morning at William McKinley High. Well except for-

"Mr. Schuester, I don't think this will work."

"Trust me, the only way anyone can realize who you are is if you come face to face with Rachael."

"I remember what she looks like from the picture you showed me of the group, so I just have to avoid her?"

"Yes. Don't worry, you're the new girl, people won't look twice when you pass. I have to go, we have an early teachers' meeting." I watched him leave, and walked towards the school as well, a few paces behind him. "Hey Kurt! Puck, nice to see you." he said to the group of boys by the dumpster.

"You too, Mr. Shoe," the guy with the short mohawk spoke up, obviously the boy named Puck.

"See you later."

"It's hammer time!" the boy said. They grabbed the middle boy, and he began to struggle against their grip. They lifted him up to the dumpster.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I shouted out at them. I ran up to Puck. "Put him down now!" They let his feet touch the floor, but kept a grip on him. "What is your problem? You can't just do this to someone!"

"You should stay out of this, babe," Puck said to me.

"Don't call me babe!" I growled. He put an arm around my shoulder. I stared at it in disgust.

"Hey this chick is fierce!" Puck announced to the others with smile. I grabbed his arm in anger and flipped him on to the grass.

"Anyone else wanna call me somethin'?" I asked, letting a mischievous smile spread across my face. They all shook their heads and released the boy. They dropped his backpack and picked up Puck.

"Lets go this girls crazy," he muttered. They all scimpered away. The boy stared in awe as they ran. I picked up his backpack, letting it hang lazily off my fingers, not even putting it on my shoulder.

"Here," I said politely as I gave him a smile. He grabbed it, still staring after the others. A bell rang, and I looked to the schedule Ms. Pillsbury made for me. "I have to go, I still have to find my locker." I chuckled but when I realized he wasn't listening, I let it die down. "Bye. Please, stay away from those guys." I walked away, trying to figure out Mr. Schuester's map, which he drew to help me find my locker. I turned a few corners.

Ah, there it is! Perfect condition, perfect for me to move into. I looked inside and found all my books there already, as Mr. Schuester told me I would. I hung a picture and organized the books and mixed in my notebooks. I grabbed the books I needed for first period and shut the locker door.

"Ah!" I exclaimed. "My god, you scared me," I said clutching my chest.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me back there, I'm Kurt," he said to me.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lilly," I told him. At first, I felt bad for lying, but then I remembered it wasn't an actual lie. He laughed. "What?"

"Your name, it's mildly ironic."

"How so?"

" 'Lilly just tackled one of the supposedly strongest guys on the football team.' "

"Oh," I chuckled, "that's strange, it was way too easy to flip him."

"Yeah, I need to learn how to do that. Who's that?" he pointed to the picture I hung. "Is that Anna Marie Morgan's new movie poster?"

"Oh......" My eyes widened at the picture and I instantly regretted hanging it. "Yeah....I'm a big fan of hers. She's.....awesome." Okay, now I lied.

"I heard that movies coming out soon."

"Yeah, she filmed it a year and a half ago. She's disappeared sense. She's not even going to the premiere," I said.

"Yeah, no one even knows what she looks like now. Reporters have only found look-alikes."

"Would you believe me if I told I was one of them?" I laughed.

"You were?" I shrugged.

"I have no idea, I just saw a picture of myself in a magazine with the headline Look-Alikes or Posers?" I laughed.

"I can definitely see the resemblance. Her fans are making up theories like she dyed her hair or got a nose job because no one find her. It's ridiculous."

"Maybe she's wearing a wig," I joked. We both laughed.

"New girl?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw two girls in front of me with a boy in a wheelchair. Thankfully none of them were Rachael.

"Yeah. I'm new here," I said lamely. "I'm Lilly, like the flower." They chuckled.

"Hi, Lilly, I'm Mercedes, like the car," the taller of the two said. I smiled and noticed her outfit. She was definitely dressed for high fashion.

"I'm T-T-Tina," the girl holding the wheelchair's push handles said.

"This is Artie," Mercedes said, motioning towards the kid in the wheelchair.

"Hey Artie," I said.

"Oh no," Artie said silently to himself, I turned to see what he was looking out. Some football dude was heading towards that girl....Rachael was it?...a slushie in hand.

"What? He's giving her a slushie."

"More like a slushie facial," Mercedes said, watching Rachael worriedly.

"You mean-"

"Yes." The rest went in slow-motion, like a scene out of a movie. I ran as fast as I could to intervene. I stood in front of Rachael just in time. I recognized the football player as one of the guys I saw by the dumpster earlier. All of a sudden the hallway was silent, watching the three of us.

"It's you," he stated blankly, the smallest bit of fear in his eyes.

"Yes, and considering you know who I am, do you really think this is a smart move?" I asked him.

"Uh...." he looked around and noticed our audience. He really doesn't want me to flip him here does he? "No," he surrendered. He gave me the slushie.

"I thought so," I said. He turned and walked off.

"Thank you," Rachael said behind me. I nodded, not even turning around so she couldn't see my face. I walked off, slushie in hand.

Stupid ending, I know. Review please! Flames welcome.

The picture in her locker is on my profile!