This takes place after the 1st season finale. The Italic blurbs are like when the characters are talking to the viewers. Enjoy and review!

BY VERY DEFINITION

1. The New Kid

"Class, I'd like to introduce you to our new student. This is Parker Evans and she is joining us from Copper City Michigan." Will Schuester said to his 4th hour Spanish class. He stood with his hand on the back of a particularly young-looking girl. She had a tattered bookbag and held her new Spanish book in her arms, shoulders hunched around it defensively. Her straight hair was light peach in color and hung to her elbows. Her dark green eyes overflowed with innocence as she determinedly watched her shoes. "I want you all to make sure she feels welcome…" Mr. Schuester continued, not aware that the class had already lost interest in the new girl and were passing notes, whispering, and snickering behind their hands. Parker, however, quickly picked up on the class's mood.

"Don't bother." She said under her breath. For a moment Mr. Schuester continued forcing the class to pay attention, there was a new student, after all. But then he looked down and Parker was watching him pleadingly. With a sigh, he sent her to an empty seat in the back of the class and proceeded with the lesson.


"Miss Evans, I need to speak to you for a moment." Mr. Schuester said a couple of days later after class. Slowly, Parker walked to the front of the class looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm in trouble already?" She asked relatively boldly. Mr. Schuester smiled, hoping to ease her concern.

"No, of course not. Please sit down." Parker obediently lowered herself into a chair across the desk from him, watching him with narrowed eyes. They sat there for a few moments; Mr. Schuester watching his newest student in speculation, Parker shuffling her feet around on the tile floor. Finally, Parker looked up nervously.

"If you don't have anything to say I should go to lunch." She said, focusing on his right shoulder.

"Please relax." He said wearily, "I just wanted to ask you how you were feeling about the school."

"It's okay." Parker answered with a shrug, "Haven't been here long enough to judge."

"Are you making any friends?"

"No."

"You seem unconcerned." Mr. Schuester pressed. Again, Parker shrugged.

"Long story short: I'm not really worried about it." She sighed and stood, "May I go now?" She asked. Mr. Schuester nodded mutely and she was gone in the blink of an eye.


Later that day Mr. Schuester sat in front of the Glee Club.

"Hey, I have a question for you guys." He told them. They all looked forward eagerly. "How do you guys usually treat new kids?"

Silence.

Kurt crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, Finn ducked his head, Puck rubbed the back of his neck, Rachel looked around accusingly, Mercedes and Tina looked at each other. Mr. Schuester looked at them expectantly. "Well?"

"Well, mostly…" Artie started, but was then unable to finish. Finally Puck rolled his eyes.

"Normally people stay back and wait to see where they'll fit in. We don't really notice them until they join a group of some sort." He said, "Then they just become one of them. Treat them how you would if they'd always been there."

"Slushies and all?" Mr. Shuester asked. Puck smiled sheepishly and nodded. "Has anyone ever tried making friends with the new kid? Showing them around and protecting them from slushies?"

"We wouldn't." Artie said at once, "They'll have a better chance of surviving high school if they don't hang out with the kids that get slushied."

"See so it's really to their benefit to try to find friends first but also to their benefit to have no one at all." Rachel said quickly. Somehow, they all looked relatively guilty under Mr. Schuester's concerned look. Conceding for the moment, he handed out the new music to the kids.


"Ms. Evans. I need to see you please." Mr. Schuester said again after another class a few short weeks later. Parker still walked up timidly and sat down suspiciously. Mr. Schuester examined her quickly. As far as he could tell, she hadn't made any friends in the past few weeks, she hadn't talked to anyone, looked for a place to fit it and he hadn't heard any of his Glee kids mention her. "Ms. Evans. I need to talk to you about your test from Friday." Mr. Schuester said, sliding the paper across the desk. Parker looked at it and winced.

"So I guess that's a fail?" She asked quietly. Mr. Schuester nodded. Parker leaned back in her chair, "I'm so stupid." She whispered.

"I don't think you're being fair to yourself." Mr. Schuester interjected.

"I wasn't talking to you." Parker muttered under her breath. He pretended not to notice.

"You're a smart girl." He continued.

"How do you know that?" Parker asked, shaking her head, "Everyone always says that but what do they know? Not everyone's smart, you know."

"I can tell. I think that you're just taking a higher level class than you should be. I suggest that you let me tutor you after school a couple of days a week." He suggested. Parker looked at her hands and fingered the flayed finger holes of what Mr. Schuester could only assumed was a pair of striped elbow-length gloves with the fingers cut off.

"And you think that will help?" She asked lifelessly.

"I'll see you in the auditorium after school tomorrow; I'll be around there for Glee rehearsal anyway."


The next day Parker walked out onto the auditorium stage.

"Mr. Schuester?" She called, getting no response. She looked around nervously and saw the teacher's briefcase by the curtain. Assuming that he'd be coming back (at least for the case, if not for her) she looked around the rest of the stage. Her eyes landed on the grand piano in the direct center. She thought to herself:

A piano. It has been a really long time since I played it. I used to have one but we got rid of it I don't even know how long ago. I should probably just wait for Mr. Shuester, but there's no harm in seeing what I remember while I wait.

She dropped down her bookbag and sat on the piano bench playing a quick little diddy in the same movement. She smiled and began to weave the notes together in a familiar tune. "How no one knows how much of my song you are." She whispered to the notes reverberating through the room. Then she began to sing along:

"Just a normal day
Streets turn into graves
Traces have been removed
The search was disapproved
So cold the night
The weak ones lose the fight
Too many of them out there
No one seems to care

Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children

They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
They're laughing, and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you

Eyes without light
Too tired of good-byes
Never felt embraced
And frightened of every face
A life in disguise
Hope forever died

Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children

They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
The're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you

It shouldn't really be that way
It shouldn't really be that way

We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Just like you"

She played the final notes and bowed her head over the keys, playing with her gloves again. She hadn't seem Mr. Schuester enter the auditorium at the beginning of the song, he stood by his briefcase behind her, watching her sing with interest. He thought to himself:

She plays wonderfully and something about her voice is wonderful too. Her voice isn't that big, and her range is only a few octaves but she molded the song to her soft voice, it made it almost haunting but very beautiful. I wonder if she knows just how good she is…

"Parker." He said out loud, startling her. Parker jumped and turned around to look at him with widened eyes. He smiled, "Have you heard about our Glee Club?"


REVIEW!! Song: "Forgotten Children" by: Tokio Hotel. Please REVIEW so that I'll be inspired to continue!