"What are you saying?" A girl asked looking at a large painting resting against the creamed color walls of the art room. Her eyes began to shift from the painting, searching for flaws and back toward the culprit making said flaws known. Inhaling deeply her back went stiff and tense awaiting for and answer.

"I'm saying it's mediocre from the color choices to the subject matter, It's not you at all." The boy, the culprit, explained standing behind the artist, the girl. He sighed then spoke again. "I mean it's a landscape for crying out loud Juliet!"

"I was trying to go for something more subtle." The artist, Juliet, explained trying to defend herself.

"Subtle is not you!" The boy walked up toward the painting and began pointing to specific areas in the work. "I mean trees for crying out loud, trees and a waterfall. I say burn it!"

"Are you really going to get this rude Justin?" Juliet asked walking to her piece she snatched it up resisting the urge to chuck it at her critic. "It's just a painting and I was trying something different."

"Something different in a bad, extremely dull way. It's just my opinion, one against any other opinion that can be made."

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." Walking to the door Juliet grasped the handle. "Well I have to head to play rehearsal, see you later?"

"Like always, at the cafe?"

"Yep at the cafe, don't forget to get stacy."

Juliet, walking quickly out the door made her way toward the theater. She passed many rooms, walls with multiple posters and advertisements about clubs and events that will be going on in the school. As her pace quicken the painting that barely kept still in her arms fell. With a grunt she bent over and picked it up then began to rush toward the theatre room again. Once she came to face the doors of the theater room she reached up and grasped the handle of the door. Just when she began to pull on the handle, the large navy blue door swung right open and the person that produced the action stepped forward bumping into Juliet sending her to the ground harshly onto her backside.

Juliet collecting her thoughts on just what had happened moved up into a sitting position and placed a hand upon her forehead.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A deep male voice apologized. "These guns must have more power in them than I remember."

Placing her hand on the floor steading herself, Juliet looked up to see a boy in a long sleeve blue thermal top and jeans bending down toward her. Once he was eye level with her his full lip mouth curved into a smile, a small laugh escaped the smile and his blond hair moved in front of his blue eyes.

"Need help getting up?" He asked carefully extending out a hand, his cheerful smile began to weaken.

"No." The Juliet began. "I'm capable of getting up on my own."

"Feminist?" The boy asked watching the girl stand up off the tile floor.

"Perhaps." The girl answered squinting her eyes toward the blonde stranger. Juliet began to glance around the area for her things. One of her bags was to the left of her with it's contents still intact and the other was missing. "Do you seen a brown leather satchel around here?"

"This one?" The boy handed the bag over to Juliet with a smile creeping up on her lips again.

"Ugh thanks." Grabbing her bag she shifted her eyes down trying to look away from his mouth. His mouth was a grand size, bigger than what she was used to seeing around school or around ever.

"Well I'm sorry again." He managed to say.

"Yeah no problem, just forget about it." She placed the bag on her shoulder and began to walk toward the door once again, but this time more slowly. The door shot open once again. This time Juliet was pulled out of the way.

"You must have bad luck with doors." the stranger assumed.

Juliet shook off his comment ignoring it.

Out of the large door walked a couple, a girl with brunette hair and bangs attached to the hip of a slightly more taller male.

"Juliet." Rachel spoke lifting a left brow.

"Rachel." Juliet forced. "Finn."

The boy, Finn, nodded his head toward Juliet with a warm smile.

"Oh hey Sam!" Rachel greeted squeezing Finn's arm. "Please tell me you will be joining Glee club."

"ugh." He began.

Rachel dug her elbow into Finns arm. "Finn tell him to join!"

"Please Sam join." Finn's mouth went into a goofy expression.

"Glee club." A laugh slipped from Juliet's mouth. "Of course. I would imagine a guy like you with a mouth that big would want to join such a club."

"Ugh what?" Sam place hand on top of his head and began ruffling up his hair in reaction, trying to cover up an awkward feeling.

"Never mind." Juliet stated.

"Are you in Glee club?" he asked shyly.

"That is really funny, but no." Juliet laughed again.

"Yes, Miss Juliet would never join Glee club, nor do we need any of her kind." Rachel began.

"Rachel!" Finn whispered. "That was not very nice."

"It's true." Rachel continued. "And everyone knows it."

"Don't worry Finn I am fine, nor would I ever want to be in glee club." Juliet headed toward the door once again.

"Then why are you going into the theater?" The blonde stranger asked Juliet.

"Because I'm in theater, that is where all the real action and competition is at."

"Just move on Rachel." Finn began. "Lets just leave you know she only is saying things to get a reaction out of you."

"But anyways, Sam you need to join, Quinn and you would make great duet partners."

With the mentioning of Quinn Juliet rolled her eyes and grasped the door handle opening it. She quickly walked into the theater.

"Hey wait you left your painting!" Sam opened the door and shouted.

"Just keep it, I was going to burn it anyway." Juliet shouted.

Sam wrinkled his brows and exited the theater. He made his way toward the locker room and walked in. Finn was at a locker changing into work out practice wear. Arriving at the locker beside Finn's he placed the painting on the ground and leaned it up again the metal boxes. Instantly he pulled off his top exposing his lean chest.

"What's that?" Finn asked sitting on the bench that was directly in front of the row of lockers. Placing his left foot on the bench he tied his shoe.

"Oh, it's nothing."

"It looks more than nothing, that's a fancy painting there." Finn pointed. "Did you paint that?"

"No." Sams mouth lingered in the shape of an O making the situation more strange than needed.

"Where did you get it?" Finn wrinkled his brows.

"Does it really matter?" Sam pulled off his pants and put on a pair of shorts. "I bought it to help out with a fundraiser."

"It sure looks nice."

"The folks will like it, my mom will probably place it in the dining room."

"Yeah." Finn nodded.

"Hurry up and get changed!" A deep woman's voice shouted. "Get in the weight room now."