Howdy...first glee fic, and I realize that its not exactly centered on anyone you guys know, especially this chapter, but I swear they'll be there. Please give it a chance, thanks in advance...I love rhyming :P. Oh and this story takes place during junior year for the majority of our dear glee club members...or all of our dear glee club members for that matter lol.

If I could turn back time….

Sometimes I wonder if my ipod can read my mind.

"Preachin' to the choir sister," I muttered before flopping down on my mattress that was currently taking up 90% of the space in my brand new bedroom.

For your information, my life was over….so utterly over.

"Lily!" my mother's voice called from the great beyond, interrupting my much needed Cher time and the pitiful thoughts of nothingness that were filling my head.

"What?"

"There's another box of your crap out here!"

I'm guessing some back story is needed? My name, if you haven't picked it up from my mother's screaming, is Lily….Matthews. Myself and my lovely mother, Jamie, have recently become husband/fatherless when my father, the charming yet alcoholic Mr. Mark Mathews, abandoned us for a plus sized yet gorgeous catalog model that he met at a county fair. She was judging the largest cucumber contest…it was nothing short of awkward….

Anyway, when it became apparent that dad wasn't going to come back and Jamie Stuart, formerly Matthews, realized that she was the biggest laughingstock in our quiet suburban neighborhood…a laughingstock that couldn't afford her mortgage payments no less, she decided that we needed to move as far away as we could afford. So, she sold the house and moved us about fifty miles away into a far more…economical apartment.

With her new job and new residence Ms. Stuart, along her vibrant personality, was set up and ready to go, where as I was left to wallow in my own isolated oubliette of despair.

Hey, I'd agree with the term 'overdramatic' if the situation was different, but you try uprooting yourself leaving all your friends and prospects behind you, as well as your dad, and see how you feel. I literally had no say or choice in this matter. I hadn't heard anything from daddy dearest since before he mailed back the divorce papers with every I dotted and T crossed. For all I knew he was living in Antarctica making whiskey out of whale blubber awaiting the birth of his Eskimo child.

Sighing, I rolled myself off of the almost floor level mattress and into a standing position before yanking open my door and heading down the short yet never ending hallway right into our box filled living room. Labels covered everything, but of course the box that sat on the floor in front of my mom was labelless.

This would probably be a good time for a physical description of myself since I was basically looking straight at my walking talking mirror…who was actually sitting, but you get the point. My mother and I share the same red hair (slightly different lengths hers was long, mine shoulder length) and bright blue eyes. True she had a few inches on me and I had inherited my father's evil button nose and hips, but other than that we could never deny each other. Sometimes I wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Are you sure its mine? I mean, I thought I already hauled everything I owned into that tiny walk-in-closet that you call a bedroom." I said, far from gratefully, with my hands on my hips merely out of habit.

Jamie held up an old piece of paper, that happened to be the sheet music to 'America' from West Side Story, and replied with a clear "Positive" before replacing the music, getting to her feet, and handing me the heavy box. "Be careful, alright? Don't trip on anything, I still haven't found the dishes-"

She just had to say it, was the first thought to cross my mind the moment I tripped over a box that I had no way of seeing. Not only did I land flat on my face, sending my box and music scattering, but the evil box my legs landed on made a loud shattering noise at the moment of impact.

"Ow"

"-yet…Are you ok?" Jamie finished before helping me to my feet.

I took a breath and mumbled, "Yeah, fine…was that-" , nervously as my mom checked the contents of the box in question that was clearly marked 'DISHES'.

"Nope, it was the wedding china. I'd been meaning to smash every last dish to smithereens and mail the shards to your father for about a month now. You just got me started….Pizza?"

"Do you even have to ask?" The round greasy concoction of bread, tomato sauce, and cheese was exactly what I wanted to eat the night before the first day of my junior year at a brand new school, a school that returned 2 weeks ago when their summer vacation ended.

McKinley High…even the name sounds depressing.

Seriously?….I mean really….They throw slushies on people here? What the hell?

Its only day one and I want to commit murder.

I didn't even do anything. Really! I was just trying to find my way to Mr. Wilson's third period biology class when a bunch of random football players, I mean I think they were football players…I had never seen before in my entire life, dumped what felt like twelve super gulps of grape slushie all over me. Now I was freezing, sticky, my favorite white shirt was probably ruined, and I was going to be late for third period.

At that very moment I was in the restroom trying to wash grape out of my hair while simultaneously scooping almost melted ice out of my bra. Because of the cold my first instinct was to turn the H knob on the faucet when a voice stopped me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the reflection of a slight male told me before I turned to face him.

"Okay, I know I'm new here, but I'm pretty sure I walked into the restroom that has a stick figure in a dress on the door, aka the ladies room, what the hell are you doing in here?" Yes, I snapped, sue me. If I was in a better mood I might have remarked on how cute his violet ascot was, but now wasn't the time.

"As if I would venture into the men's room with those Neanderthals trolling the hallways. Besides, I only followed you in here to see if you needed any help, but apparently you don't want any." and with that he turned to leave.

But of course my curiosity got the better of me, "Wait…why shouldn't I use the hot water?"

"Stain basics 101, hot or warm water will only set the stain. You'll need to use cold water if you ever want to wear that shirt again." he paused for a second apparently noticing the look on my face. "Trust me, I had to find out the hard way."

"…I'll take your word for it then. Thanks…?"

"Kurt…Hummel," he replied with an adorable smile and nod. "And you would be?"

"Oh yeah, Lily Matthews."

"Well, maybe I'll see you around Lily. Tata for now." and with that he left me to my cleaning devices.

"You'll need a pass,"

"But I was sticky and gross and purple! I had to wash it off! Come on Mr.…Wilson, its my first day!" this really couldn't be happening.

"Sorry, rules are rules," and with that the short balding Mr. Wilson shut his classroom door right in my face.

This is the day from hell.

"Wondering the halls, with no pass or teacher escort,"

Oh please no.

The words were coming from the mouth of a tall woman in a red tracksuit who I could already tell hated me just for existing, "I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from Will Schuester's glee club gremlins."

"I'm sorry? I got slushied and I was just-"

"Slushied? Oh that's typical. You think a refreshing, ice cold beverage to the face is hard? Trekking up Mount Everest barefoot is hard."

"What?"

"I'll be seeing you in detention."

"But-"

Without a second glance she walked away, leaving me with three thoughts; How is she going to give me detention when I have know idea who she is and she doesn't even know my name? Did she really climb Everest barefoot? And, what's a glee club?

You'd think I'd be safe at lunch, but you'd be wrong.

There I stood, milk wetting my hair that had only gotten dry a few minutes ago.

"I'm sorry, I totally thought your head was on fire." a blonde in a cheerleading outfit mumbled as she grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to wring the milk out of it.

"No problem," was my reply as I went searching for napkins while the blonde and her friend followed me.

"Ignore Britney, she isn't even supposed to be drinking milk," Brittnay's obviously bitchy yet beautiful latina friend commented the moment I found a small stack of napkins, that I used to get as much milk out of my hair as possible.

"My mom's forcing me too,"

I stared at the two of them in confusion before saying, "Ummm, okay…? Excuse me," and once again made my exit only to enter the restroom.

"Hello pretty lady," wrong restroom.

Averting my eyes, I backed out of the room calling out a quick "Sorry," before pushing open the correct door.

If I had to walk in on anyone at that moment, I was happy it was the one person I was friendly with.

"Girl, you look like hell," Mercedes (I met her in first period….trigonometry) commented from in front of her very own sink.

"Thanks for reminding me…Do you think it would be weird if I washed my hair with hand soap?"

"Nah, we've all had to do it at one time or another. What did they get you with? Cherry, grape, or that funky blue one that they try to pass off as tropical punch?"

"Grape about an hour ago and as of two minutes ago…milk. Which was an accident, or so they tell me." I started before placing my head awkwardly under the faucet.

"Accident? Who did it?"

"Ummm…a ditzy blonde cheerleader…I think her name was Brittany."

"Then it probably was an accident." she giggled before adding some soap to my hair.

"She said she thought my head was on fire, what was that all about?"

"Brittany isn't what you'd can the smartest crayon in the box. You're hair being red probably confused her. She did the same thing to Ms. Pillsbury…on multiple occasions."

"Oh, that just sounds…fantastic."

"You'll get used to it."

"Ok, that's two people I've heard that from today. Are you seriously telling me I'm gonna have to get used to…this? Really?"

With a knowing grin Mercedes replied, "Yep….try the hand dryer on your hair. Who was the other person you heard it from?"

"Kurt Hummel," At that moment I bending over in front of the hand dryer. If anyone walked in, it'd definitely be a strange sight to see.

"Aw, Kurt didn't tell me he met you." I barely heard Mercedes's voice say over the sound of the dryer.

"Should he have? I mean I met you first….Hot!" the damn machine was going to make me bald!

"Move your head around dummy!"

I knew that….

When my hair was finally dry Mercedes lent me her comb and we walked into the hallway just as the bell rang. "Where are you going?"

"Ummm…study hall, with Mrs. Jefferson."

"Movin' on up, to the east side."

Well I didn't expect that, "Damn Mercedes, where'd that come from?"

"Lily, sweetheart, its just one of the many things you're gonna have to get used to. Come on, we have study hall together."

"What's a glee club?" It was the first thing out of my mouth the moment Mercedes and I joined Kurt in study hall.

"Blasphemer!" Kurt almost shouted, causing the fifty something Mrs. Jefferson to glare in our direction.

"Sorry?"

"Well its…show choir. And amazing, we practically conform our entire lives around it." Mercedes replied reasonably while she rubbed a hyperventilating Kurt's back.

"Oh, that's it?"

"What?" Kurt questioned, "What do you mean that's it? New Directions won regionals, how isn't really the point, and we placed fourth at nationals last year. In the end its our ticket out of here."

"Sorry, its just, that weird tracksuit lady thought I was in…New Directions and she acted like she wanted me murdered."

"Sue Sylvester, she's the coach of the Cheerios." Mercedes explained, forgetting that I had no idea who the Cheerios were.

"Who?"

Kurt seemed all too pleased to enlighten me, "The cheerleading squad, which I'm on… To my dismay Mercedes quit last year. Anyway the squad has basically won more trophies than there are stars in the universe. We won nationals last year via me singing 14 point 5 minutes of Celine Dion….in French I might add…" a moment later he sighed, looked into the distance, and murmured, "We were glorious,"

"Kurt, come back to planet earth please," Mercedes said whilst snapping her fingers in front of his face. He didn't respond, "Ignore him. He'll deflate in a minute. Anyway, she hates Mr. Schuester and the entire glee club because her ridiculously huge funding has been cut because of us."

"So there's no drama then?" sarcasm, how I love you.

With a laugh Mercedes continued, "Definitely no drama….Spill Lil, do you sing?"

Oh no. I couldn't stop it when my voice went up a few octaves, "What?"

"This is study hall you three. That means you should be studying, not talking." Mrs. Jefferson added to her glare from behind her desk. Being typical high school students, we ignored her.

At that very second Mercedes was looking at me, in her eyes was something I didn't like…she couldn't make me do it. "Girl, what are you hiding?"

"Nothing,"

Of course Kurt had to pick that moment to shatter his reverie wall and return to the conversation, "You totally are. A loud screech isn't the normal reaction given when one can't sing."

"You can't make me," Defense seemed like my best option at this point.

"Lily, calm down. Look try outs are at today 3:30, if you can sing you can sure use you, but we're not going to force you to join the club if you don't want to."

Great, guilt. "I really can't, tracksuit gave me detention. I have no idea how long she'll keep me."

"Alright, but we'll keep and eye out for you."

Really, what else can happen to me today?

I'm asking for it aren't I?

And that's, it for the moment lol. Reviews are little word boxes of love for all involved, please leave one :).