Author's Note:
Takes place in Season 1. Supernatural shit will start either at the end of Season 1 or the beginning of Season 2.
Pairings: OC, Quinn, Rachel, Brittany and Santana (as in all together)
DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
Warning: OC g!p
I sigh as I slouch back against the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table.
"Wolfie," my grandma says in a disapproving tone, as she walks into the living room that I now have to get used to.
"Yes Graham?" I reply.
"What have I told you about the furniture," she questions, raising an eyebrow.
I tilt my head to the side, trying to remember what she told me.
The furniture?
I look back at the table seeing my feet leaning on it.
"What about it?" I ask, my face scrunching up in confusion.
My grandma stays silent as she walks towards me. I look up at her as she stares down at me. She shakes her head at me in what I would detect as...amusement?
What the hell?
"Uh sweetheart," she says, then points somewhere next to her.
I direct my line of vision to where she's pointing.
My feet?
"Huh," I scratch my head.
She just shakes her head at me before placing her hands under my calves and bringing my feet down to the floor.
Wait what? ...Oh! I'm clueless aren't I?
I let out an embarrassed chuckle.
"Sorry about that," I say as I look down at my lap, folding my hands on top of my thighs.
"Well Lexi, that's alright, but next time," she shakes her finger at me playfully. "I won't be as forgiving. Got it?"
I exaggeratedly nod my head in response.
"Well kiddo...," she starts, rubbing my head. "Why don't you go upstairs and unpack? I'm sure you're excited to sleep in your new room after that long trip from La Push."
"Actually Graham...I was kinda thinking if I could actually walk around the neighborhood," I nervously glance up at her.
There's silence after that. I chance a look at her and I see her smiling down at me.
"Why not? Go ahead. You still remember the streets right?"
"Of course I do. Like...um- like the back of my hand or something," I say standing up and walking towards the door as I shove my phone into the front pocket of my black jeans. Then, taking my already duplicated house keys out of the bowl on the table next to the door, following the path of my phone.
"Don't go too far," Graham tells me, opening the door. "Be back by supper," pulling me into a quick hug.
"Okay," I say, breaking the embrace.
"See ya later," I call out as I ascend the black stairs without looking back.
Okay, I didn't walk that far. Well...maybe I did but walking alone helps me think.
As I walk down the street through Lima Heights, a place full of mansion-like houses, I come across a playground. An empty playground. I take a seat at a bench behind a slide. A slide that is the size of a fucking school bus. Like dude, seriously? Spoil much?
As I stare at the dawning sun, I couldn't help but think of the reason why my parents sent me here.
To Ohio of all places.
I mean, my grandma and relatives are here- but all my closest friends and family members are there.
I didn't know the reason behind me moving.
My parents didn't do things out of the ordinary, so transferring me to a different state and a different school isn't that bad. Right? This sudden change must be for a huge reason.
The only thing I'm thankful for is the secret that wasn't supposed to be said. The one that I left behind back at La Push.
The thing that made me different from other girls...
The thing that I can share with people that are close to me...
The thing that got me cruel nicknames...
Well that thing...
That thing is the extra appendage laying between my legs.
I just hope that the people in this small town or whatever don't figure out I'm intesexed.
'Cause everything will just go to shit.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a sudden noise near the slide.
I slowly stand up from the bench and tip toe...- tip toe?!
Hell no!
Badasses don't tip toe.
Well...maybe when it's necessary.
I crouch down under the slide and my heart cracks a little from the sight.
I spot a blonde sitting across the other side of the playground, under the bridge on a backless seat, near the tic tac toe panel. As quietly as I can I slip out of my hiding spot and walk over to the blonde. Drawing nearer to the figure, I hear a slight sob escape the girl. Not knowing what to do, I slip around the plastic barrier and kneel down in front of the girl.
"Miss, are you alright," I ask softly, not wanting to startle her. The blonde's sobs stop immediately.
The girl slowly lowers he pale hands from her face, showing the most mesmerizing eyes. Pools of emotion flowing through them, just staring back at me.
Hazel.
With each second that passes, the air in my lungs seem to stop and the feeling in the pit of my stomach tightens. I feel as though there's an imaginary being connecting us. Like...
A steel cord.
The sound of wind blowing past us shatters our eye contact.
Before I even notice my movements, I had already taken out my turquoise colored handkerchief and handing it to the hazel eyed blonde. She mumbles a 'thank you' as she starts wiping at the visible tears in her reddish eyes. Staying in my current position, I notice the rest of the beauty's features. Not the features to be exact. More like...- her body language. Her slumped shoulders and pouting lips. It just makes me want to hug her, but it won't be appropriate.
"Miss, are you alright," I repeat a little louder but in the same tone.
"Do I know you," the blonde says with a bit of a bite; her passionate eyes hardening, going stone cold.
"No. Buuuuut...if the nice- more calmed down version of you can come out and play out of that pretty head of yours...maybe I'll tell you who I am." The girl glares at me for a moment before her features soften and she nods, still sniffling.
"Lexi, at your service," I say, smirking lightly, taking the hand holding the handkerchief and kissing it gently. My lips start tingling for some reason as it makes contact with her skin, but I ignore it.
"You're not going to tell me your last name," she asks, as I let go of her hand.
"Well for starters, there's a possibility that you might not see me again, so what's the point of telling you my whole name. Second," I hold up two fingers. "How can I be sure you're not an identity thief," I stand up then sit down next to her.
She hums in agreement. After a few moments of silence I talk again.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"Why should I? You said it yourself, there's a possibility we might not see each other again," she says, then looking at me before her gaze flickers to her feet.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I'd like to call you by your name and not by some stereotype...-like, Barbie," I stop a moment before looking at her; staring at the side of her face.
"Even then, I wouldn't call you that."
She turns her head, looking at me in the eye questioningly.
"You're far too prettier than Barbie," I say simply. I'm quite surprised when she doesn't break eye contact even though there's a notable blush creeping up her neck.
Gaydar is on 100%.
"So Gorgeous, what's the name you're trying not to reveal?" I nudge her shoulder with mine.
"It's um," she hesitates. "It's...-umm...Quinn." She breathes out, smiling a little.
"Well Quinn, do you want to talk about it?"
She shakes her head.
"I'm gonna hug you alright?" I say with caution. Truth be told I'm scared that she might slap me if I just swoop in to give her an embrace.
When she doesn't answer, I gently pull her body into mine and wrap my arms around her shoulders.
Damn, she's warm and cozy...like a fluffy blanket.
I was so caught up in my own world that I didn't hear a soft sigh escape Quinn's mouth.
Quinn suddenly pulls back with an expression like she's been caught with her hand in a cookie jar.
"Um...I should-...I should probably get going," she says standing up.
"I'll drop you off then," I said, standing up as well.
"No, it's fine. Plus, how do I know you're not a stalker slash murderer," she says, chuckling.
"FYI, I'm not. And also...are you sure because it's getting dark," I ask, pointing at the sky.
"Yeah I'm sure," she nods slightly.
"Well, I guess this is a goodbye," she tells me after an awkward silence. She starts to walk in the direction of the sidewalk.
Thinking about it a moment, I have a good feeling this isn't the last time I'm going to be seeing Quinn. I look back towards Quinn's retreating figure. "I lied!" I shout out, smiling widely.
"What do you mean?!" She replies, turning around, still walking backwards.
"I'm sure you'll see me again! It is a small town after all," I form a cup shape with my hands around my mouth, trying to shout louder as she creates more distance between us.
She just waves at me before turning around and continuing down the street. As her figure disappears around a corner, I can't help but feel loneliness coming back into my heart; the tingles in my stomach also disappearing. I just shake my head, then turning around, jogging back in the direction of my new but familiar home.
After supper and kissing my grandmother's cheek goodnight, I go up to my room and start unpacking my belongings.
The room, my new room, is medium sized. It has red painted walls and a soft, cream colored carpet.
The bed is queen sized with white cotton blankets and black coloring on the sides, along with black pillows, nearby the window. There's a black desk next to it and a bookshelf next to my bed. Across the door when you enter is my small walk-in closet. Finally, there's a small table next to the head of the bed where a lamp is placed, along with a mini radio.
Deciding that I'll unpack the rest of my things next time, I search through the boxes for a pair of boxers and a black undershirt before climbing into bed.
Pulling the covers to my stomach and then resting my head on my left arm, I can't help but feel nervous about going to school tomorrow.
I mean...it is a first day for every student, but I'm new.
Kinda like a foreign exchange student.
I don't know how things are run around here, which makes everything more terrifying.
I don't know if people are gonna be assholes or completely welcoming.
I don't know if I can make friends easily.
I don't know whether or not I'm going to be bullied.
But the only thing I do know is that Quinn might be going to the same school I am.
New state.
New town.
New house.
New school.
William McKinley High School that is.