Lima was certainly a small town in which having a new student would be as amazing as surviving the Nogles to Magdalena journey. There's been five new students since one girl I'd met, Mercedes Jones, was in first grade, which was about ten years ago. I'm the sixth. But in Las Vegas, my home, a new night club or casino was built or torn down, opened or closed, before a new student came to Silverado.

"Wait! One day," he said, throwing his satchel at a football player, "You'll all be working for me." And with that, they tossed him in the trash can.

"Hey!" I squealed. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Hey, babe," that moron with the mohawk smirked.

"You fuck-tards! I will beat your asses all at the same time if you ever do that again!" I hissed, and they all backed off. The kid they threw in the trash-can peeked out from behind the plastic before they tossed me in there, too, despite my wiggles and protests, and nearly twisted my ankle on top of that kid.

"Great," he started sarcastically in a rather high voice, "Now, not only will they torment me for being gay, but for almost being saved by a girl." He turned his head sharply from the football players to me in a way that made me unsure if he was kidding or not.

"O! I'm sorry- I didn't think about that..." I softened my voice.

"Obviously not," he snapped, but quickly noticed my sudden glare as he climbed out of the ATW garbage can. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm only bitey for about ten minutes after they do that."

"It's fine. I'm, um, I'm Hailey Boudreaux," I introduced myself.

"Kurt Hummel. Are you French?" he asked.

"Very much so," I smiled.

"Hey," he introduced a new topic. "What class do you have first?" He peeked over at my schedule paper.

"French," I laughed, winking at the irony. "I'm fluent, too."

"Really!" He straightened his designer pants, looking toward the door where the arses were laughing, pointing at us. I rolled my eyes. Not at Kurt, but at how pathetic the football players were.

He laughed, saying something I almost didn't hear and took my hand, leading me through the halls. "Now, come on. I'll show you around!" He pulled me along through the halls. The school's colours, I noted, were white and red. I slid my hand out of his, hating being touched by others.

"That's the chem room, physics- wait, let me see your schedule so I can show you all of your highlights for today," he demanded in an unusually high voice, snatching my paper away from me. "Mhm, mhm... I see. Well, I just showed you the physics room, you'll have that second period with me, Mercedes, Brittany, Artie, Quinn, and Finn." He sighed dreamily. Finn or Artie, maybe? I mean, he obviously wasn't straight. "Third period, advanced calc. which you have with nobody. Fourth, oh, your eyes are really pretty. Very green. But fourth, lunch with everybody," he pointed at the lunchroom. "Fifth, gym, and sixth- free period with me, Finn, and Rachel." He swirled his hands around to get to me that I can do whatever I want during sixth period. "Seventh period, Brit Lit with Finn and Mercedes and Brittany. And eighth, advanced math with Mercedes, Artie, and Quinn." He finished off by showing me inside the math room.

"Who are all of those people?" I gasped, laughing lightly.

"People in Glee Club," he answered, nodding.

Cellophane,

Mister Cellophane,

Shoulda been my name,

Mister Cellophane.

'Cause you can look right through me.

Walk right by me.

And never know I'm there

I answered my phone. "Um, hello?" I heard a giggle from the other side.

"Hey, girlie. When am I visiting?" I knew whose voice that was. It was Spencer, who but? My brother, who is also gay. Coincidence? Maybe I'm just drawn to queers. Nit was usually only him, his boyfriend- my honourary brother- Brandon, or Jennifer- the absolutely love of my love. Not that she knows or anything.

"Soon." I answered boredly, flipping my long, curly, thin, flame-red hair.

"Call me later, 'kay? I wanna watch Grey's Anatomy with you," he explained, laughing.

"Okie! And a Julie Andrews marathon!" I sang. " Je t'aime, au revoir!"

"Peace, baby." And with that, we hung up.

"Ooh, who was that?" Kurt sang with curiosity in his voice.

"My brother. He'll be here soon," I giggled.

"You have a brother? What's he like?" His eyes lit up and I laughed.

"If you mean if preferences, he's gay," I explained and ruffled his hair.

"O my God! Look at that girl!" I gasped, pointing at a brunette who just got grape slushie poured all over her. I hurried over to her. I noticed she as crying, but it as easy to hide with the diluted water ice all over her. "Are you okay?" I asked sincerely, but still rushingly. She didn't answer, just continued crying. "C'mon, hun." I led her into the girl's bathroom and Kurt followed. I glared at the blonde girl in the cheerleading outfit while entering.

I shrugged my rucksack off of my soulders and unzipped the bag, revealing three pairs of gym clothes and three just-in-case clothes. Lots of clothes, huh? "Here," I spoke, pulling out a skirt that as a dark, mellow green tartan skirt, a pair of black knee-highs, gold flats, a white ruffle-blouse, and a pink with white polka-dotted jacket. I replaced the jacket with a yellow-green cross-knitted sweatjacket, seeing the brunette shake her head at the polka dots. "Change into this. But give me all of your jewelry, first." She obeyed. "Is any of it genuine?" She nodded her head. So, I twisted the knob for the sink and water splashed over the accessories. She hurried into a stall and when she came out, I handed over the dry gold Star of David and and little gold chain bracelet.

"Thank you," she mumbled, inspecting her jewelry. "Can you put it on for me?" I nodded. Kurt rolled his eyes and I snapped at him wordlessly, clasping the... well, clasp.

"You okay, now?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I'm great," she assured, smiling and letting her hair down. "I'm Rachel, by the way."

"I'm Hai-"

"Hailey Svetlana Ruby Antoinette Boudreaux," she cut me off. "I Know. You're new." She was still grinning like the Chesire Cat. Her eyes were so brown. "I mean, I only know your middle name because I read a few or your profiling articles online. They're really interesting. I think you'll be a great fed one day. Or a singer. I saw your YouTube videos. And then I looked up some of you r designs and stories. Well, you already have your own dressing label, so that goes unsaid for- but you'd also be a great authour. Sorry that I'm rambling, but I really just had to find out more about a new student, of course.

"She's usually a real bitch," Kurt stated. I gasped, somehow forgetting he was there and that he of all people had cursed.. His arms were crossed. "I mean... diva."

"Why are you in the girl's loo?" I snapped back.

"Watching over you, my daughter," he said seriously, but was still joking. I laughed and hugged him awkwardly.

"C'mon, babe, you still gots show me 'round a bit," I ordered, smiling, and grabbing his hand again. "Okay, so you said I have French with..."

"Nobody."