(A/N): Hey Guys! Now, I know I haven't uploading anything in aLONG time, but please, hold your shoe throwing till the end of the chapter. I already uploaded this chapter a while ago, but there was a big block of text at the bottom and I got a review about it, so I decided to change it. Now, this is my new story, which is a cross-over between Glee and Maximum Ride if you haven't already noticed. It's set after Fang leaves in Fang, and doesn't follow any of the events in the series after that point. Also, I would like to say that I have made up a lot of the back story. On another note, I have already written the next chapter, but won't be uploading it until I write the third chapter, and so and so forth. If the Spanish in this chapter is wrong, please forgive me because I used google translator. Also, if it is wrong, please send me a private message with the correct phrase. Now I know Fang usually talks less than this, but this is my rendition, so please don't complain. The reason I haven't updated any of my stories in a while is because I was 1) Very busy and 2) because I was busy writing my books, of which I now have like, seven. I hope you enjoy the chapter, because there are more to come!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the back-story sub-plot and the ooc way Fang acts.


Fang

Only a year ago I was back with Max, The Flock and Dylan, but now I was living in Lima, Ohio, trying to lead a quiet, normal life for as long as I could, which, for me, wouldn't come easily. I frequently picked up odd jobs, usually as a busboy in cheap diners or things like that, and had recently earned enough to pay for at least one year of schooling. I hadn't like school back in Virginia, but I think that's because I was forced into it, Max ended up dating that 'pretty boy' Sam, and Lissa, or the 'Red-haired wonder' as Max liked to call her, was always hounding after me. And, for half of it, Iggy had gone to live with his parents. But now I was at William McKinley High, and even though I had been there less than a week, I had already earned a position on the school football team, as substitute quarter-back to Finn Hudson. One of the boys, Karofsky, I think, had thrown a football at the new kid, A.K.A me, and I had caught it without looking up and threw it back, hitting him in the chest hard enough to send him sprawling to the ground, but not hard enough to break anything. Now I was sitting in Spanish class with my headphones in, music blaring in my ears as the teacher, Mr. Schuester I think, made rounds around the room. As he neared me, he frowned before motioning for me to take my headphones out.

"You're the new kid right? Nicholas Fang? Have you ever taken Spanish before?" I half-smiled before replying easily in fluent Spanish.

"No, estoy hecho un autodidacta. Tomé un electorado español como lugar de algebra." (No, I'm self-taught actually. I took Spanish as an electorate instead of algebra). The entire class turned to look at me and Mr. Schuester seemed shocked. "What? A guy can't know Spanish?" Half the class turned back to their work, shaking their heads, but Mr. Schue kept staring at me.

"Not many people at this school, even if they are taking Spanish actually know Spanish, let alone fluently." I smiled, a full one this time, before replying.

"Well, one of my friend's mothers speaks Spanish, and she encouraged me to try to learn. So, here I am, a year later speaking fluent Spanish." Of course, I was talking about Dr. Martinez, and the story was very much true.

"You know, I think I might just have a new favorite student." He told me before walking away grinning while I sat there awkwardly.

I waited a few seconds before putting my headphones back in. Not too long later, the bell went and I stood up, exiting the room with my messenger bag slung over my shoulder. I went to my locker, fitting all my books in before walking to the Gym. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I set my messenger bag down on the bleachers, changed into a pair of swim shorts and a spare t-shirt, both of with were black, and diving into the pool. With a smile on my face, I let myself sink to the bottom of the pool and held onto one of the ladder rungs on the side of the pool to keep me there. I took slow breaths, being in water was one of the things I used to cool off after a long day ever since I started being able to breathe under-water.

After spending about ten minutes under the water, I let go of the ladder rung and surged towards the surface, brushing my wet hair out of my face. Taking another look around, I let my wings unfold, sighing in relief as the feathers fanned out across the water. After letting them out for a couple of seconds, I pulled them close to my back again and climbed out of the pool. I walked into one of the change rooms and pulled off my shirt and swim shorts, drying myself off, pulling on my underwear before toweling my wings as dry as I could get them.

I pulled on my tight, jet black, short sleeved t-shirt and my black skinny jeans before roughly drying my hair. I pulled on my socks and shoes, a pair of black converse, and slid my arms into my black leather jacket. Yes, that's right; I was wearing a leather jacket. Hey, I'm in high-school now, don't judge me about animal rights. Besides, I think I have you beat on that subject. I exited the change-room and picked up my black messenger bag off the bleachers and made my way out of the gym, fitting the head-phones of my black iPod (yes, even my iPod is black, and yes I do have one, I paid for it by working at my job at the local diner, Bread Stix), into my ears and making my way through the halls to my locker. It was slightly eerie to see the school so empty, and if I were a weaker man, a chill would have been running down my spine at this very moment. I fiddled with the lock, trying to make sure I got the combination right, even though I could probably just do it by ear with my enhanced hearing. I pulled my locker open gently and put all of my books from my messenger bag into the locker and removing my laptop from the side of the metal locker and fitting it in my messenger bag. I took one last look at the two pictures of the Flock on the inside of the door before closing it again and spinning the lock.

One of my headphones fell out of my ear and onto my shoulder, and I heard the conversation that was happening two doors down, in the principal's office. Mr. Schuester…wanted to start a glee club? What the hell is a 'Glee Club'? Listening in further, I got the gist of the conversation, and even learned a few things about the people at this school. Apparently, Glee club was a group for people who liked to perform on stage, Mr. Schuester would have to give Figgins (the principal) sixty dollars a month to keep it running, and they would have to place at regionals if they wanted to continue at the school.

As I heard Mr. Schuester start to leave, I made myself blend in against the wall of lockers, a small smile on my face as Mr. Schuester walked by me. My smile dropped as he paused in the middle of the hall, turning around and scanning the hallway before shaking his head, his forehead crumpled as he turned away, continuing his way out of the school. I breathed an almost silent breath of relief before letting myself return to visibility. In the past year I had learned to control my power more, but if I held my invisibility for too long it made my head hurt, and it's better to be safe than sorry. I walked quickly but still leisurely towards the roof, and smiled my signature half-smile when the wind ruffled my hair, and my wings were just itching to be stretched. I walked all the way to the edge and looked out across the neighborhood, my raptor vision letting me see further than an average human.

Seeing no one looking up, or out their windows, I took off my leather jacket and stuffed it into my messenger bag, which I made sure was securely around my neck before I shuffled my wings and let them stretch out behind me through the slits in my shirt. I let myself fall forward off the side of the building, enjoying the rush of free falling before spreading my wings and letting them catch air. I pumped them again and again until I got up to a good height, where I let a thermal take me up. I flitted from thermal to thermal until I reached a good spot to spend the night, a large piece of uninhabited land, a meadow really, with a small forest in the middle. For the past couple of weeks, I had moved around the area, sleeping in trees or caves if I could. Tonight I would be sleeping in my favorite tree, a large tree with thick branches, no leaves on the first half of the branches, but many leaves creating a large amount of cover, but not being in my face and being very annoying. I settled down on one of the branches with my laptop until the sun started going down, where I shut the laptop down and worked on falling asleep, thoughts about the new glee club tossing and turning in my head just like the rest of me.


(A/N): Did you like it? Review please! Also, I must remind you that it is a year after Fang and Fang has obviously been honing his powers and getting stronger with them.