So, I've had this story floating around in my head for quite some time. I realize not everyone is big on original characters, but I love Aly, she just wouldn't leave me alone. Anyway, this starts half way through season two, during the Sue Sylvester Shuffle. Everything is the same up until then, but after will be AU.
I have no Beta, so if anyone is interested, or if you would just like to leave a comment, I'd love to hear from you. Thanks!
She walks down the crowded halls of William Mckinley High School, one hand wrapped around the strap of her messenger bag, the other clutching the scrap of paper with her locker number and combination. 247... 248...249...
"Aly G!" A familiar voice says excitedly causing her to stop mid-step and look up.
"Mikey!" Aly responds with just as much enthusiasm, hugging him quickly before stepping back to look at the locker he's blocking. 256, her locker. Smiling she realizes, "He gave you my locker number and told you to wait for me here for me didn't he?
"How'd you know, have you seen him yet? Or anyone else?" Mike asks as Aly pushes past him to open her locker.
"You're the first one I've seen. The two of you are the only ones that know I'm back. We didn't get to the house until around 9 last night and I spent 3 hours unpacking and talking to him on the phone. He said he'd leave me a surprise outside my locker. I'm guessing you're the surprise." She says, pulling her locker open to find a 'Welcome Home' sign hanging from a hook on the back wall.
"Looks like someone's been busy this morning. Why didn't he meet you here himself? Actually I'm kinda surprised he wasn't waiting outside your front door." Mike jokes watching over Aly's shoulder with a smile as a cute Asian girl makes her way toward them down the hall.
"He said something about wanting to get here early so he could hit the weight room before class. I probably won't see him until glee, but apparently you and I have almost all the same classes." She says smirking, just as the girl Mike had been watching stops at his shoulder.
"Morning," he says smiling down at her. She smiles back, but then turns to give Aly the once over.
"Who's this?" the girl asks, not unkindly, but with a definite edge. Mike just rolls his eyes.
"Tina, this is Aly. I've known her since I was 4. We used to live in the same neighborhood, but she moved to Iowa when we were 8. Her family just moved back." Mike explains.
"Its nice to finally meet you Tina, Mike has been talking about you non-stop for the past seven months."
"You guys kept in touch?" Tina asks surprised, "Why have I never heard about her?" Mike just shrugs.
"Don't be upset with him, he's not the only one I kept in touch with, and none of them talk about me either. I'm kind of like a weird secret." Aly explains stashing her coat in her locker then shutting it, "I believe we need to be getting to History. Lead the way, Changster."
Surprisingly Aly made it through history, chemistry, and trig without causing too much of a stir. She and Mike did get a funny look from Brittany between second and third period, but Mike was pretty sure it was because Brittany thought Aly was actually Tina and couldn't figure out why she looked so different. It wasn't until American Lit that another glee member seemed to notice Mike had a new friend.
"Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray. You're new here right?" The pretty blond sitting in front of Aly introduces herself, turning in her seat.
"Yeah, it's my first day. I'm Aly Grey." From the corner of her eye, Aly could see Mike, sitting on her left, go completely still. "Quinn Fabray... that name sounds familiar, you kind of look familiar too, have we met before?" Mike wasn't still anymore. His mouth was hanging open and his right eye was twitching.
"I don't think so, but I am head Cheerio, all our competitions are televised, maybe thats why I look familiar."
"No... I don't watch cheerleading-"
"I probably told you about her," Mike practically shouts. "Quinn is in glee too, I'm sure I mentioned her once or twice." He finally snapped out of whatever horror induced twitching he was stuck in and was now giving Aly a look that clearly said what the HELL are you doing?
"Oh, you two know each other?" asks Quinn, confused.
"Yeah, we kinda grew up together," Aly replies just as the bell rang and Quinn turned back around in her seat as class started.
Mike had Aly by the arm and was dragging her out into the hall as soon as class was over. "What the heck was that, Aly?" he hisses at her.
"Don't look at me like that, Mike. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to slap her across her pretty little face?" She fumes following Mike down the hall toward the choir room. "I'm Quinn Fabray, I'm head Cheerio, I destroy lives." Aly says imitating Quinn.
Stopping just outside the door to the choir room, Mike levels her with a sympathetic look, "She's not really like that, Al, not anymore. Try to give her a chance." He waits for Aly to nod before opening the door. They get to the middle of the room before they hear a high pitch shriek and a small body slams into Aly.
"Rach? Rachel, I'm happy to see you too, but I need to breathe." Aly wheezes, hugging Rachel back while trying to loosen her grip at the same time.
"Why didn't you tell us you were going to be here?" says a male voice from the other side of the room.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, Finn, and judging by Rachel's death grip, I think it worked." Aly laughs as Rachel finally untangles herself and steps back to give Finn room to get a hug in too.
"Hudson!" shouts a deep voice from the doorway behind Aly, "unless you want a black eye, I suggest you take your hand off of her." Finn puts his hand in the air and takes a step back as everyone in the room goes silent with confusion. Aly turns around to see Puck walking toward her, a smirk on his face.
"And who exactly do you think you are to tell my friend not to touch me?" Aly asks scathingly. Puck just shrugs in response, stepping close enough to grab her hand and pull her into him.
"Me? I'm the most important person in your life." he says smirking, before cupping her face with one hand and smashing his lips against hers.