So this is my second story and after this first chapter the intro will be very brief unless otherwise needed. I really don't know what the romantic endgame for Rachel will be yet that's not just a tease, there will at least be Faberry, Britberry, and Pezberry friendships along with our favorite unholy Cheerios befriending the OC. Will mention child and drug abuse in later chapters, along with a death.

I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY SONGS THAT WILL BE USED, NOR ANY LITERARY/MOVIE/TV REFERENCES THAT OCCUR. RIB OWNS GLEE BECAUSE IF I DID THE FABERRY THAT WAS PROMISED FOR THE THANKSGIVING EPISODE WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY SATISFIED INSTEAD OF TASTING LIKE DRY OVERCOOKED TURKEY.


'Lima…Lima, Ohio?'

'Well it at least snows every year here so you're finally getting a white Christmas right?'

'Well yeah…But still…Lima?'

The petite blonde gives herself a mental slap.

'Don't be so ungrateful Sofia Karla Dubton! Your brother (hero) worked hard to get you both a better life and you will make the most of it!'

'You're right, think positively Soph; it's all about the positives!'

'I thought it was all about the Benjamin's baby!'

'Hey! YOU are supposed to be the good one!'

'…WE ARE THE SAME PERSON! YOU ARE TALKING TO YOURSELF CRAZY GIRL! AND JUST STANDING OUTSIDE OF YOUR NEW SCHOOL LIKE A LOON! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AND THINK ABOUT THE POSITIVES!'

'Alright alright...sheesh...calm down! Positives: A) You and your brother are finally together and away from all those bad memories; B) No one here knows anything about you and therefore you can finally be free of the looks filled with pity and judgment; C) NO MORE UNIFORMS! Darn those insufferable pleated plaid skirts, knee socks and Mary Jane's to the ironic bowels of HELL!; D) No more Irish Nuns!...Father forgive me for my thoughts of ill will towards you blessed and most humble servants, but seriously? Yard sticks on your knuckles? No me gusta!'

The blonde transfer student gives a small chuckle, squares her shoulders, pushes through the double doors, and braces herself for the next two years of her high school life, and the best part is after everything that's happened before it'll be a breeze, right?

*SPLASH* A cluster of jocks laugh as one shouts "Hope you enjoyed your welcoming committee loser!"

'Okaaaay…Maybe not Soph, and don't you agree that it would have been a bit more apropos of him to shout "Welcome to thunder dome bitch?"' Shivering and more in shock than anything the now drenched girl lets out a small laugh and says, "Anyone catch the number of that Slushie truck?"


Rachel's POV

Kurt, Tina, and I watch this display in disgust but without shock; all new kids get slushied on their first day but it never gets any easier to watch.

"Poor thing," tuts Kurt, "She never saw it coming. Pity about that jacket too, it looks custom."

"I know what a awful way to start at a new school, why do any parents let their kids come here?" Tina replies, sympathizing with the blondes' plight.

Nodding my head sharply, "Let's go and show her a real welcoming committee!" And with that for once admittedly, succinct comment, I march briskly forward, gently grasp the still stunned blonde by the wrist and begin guiding her towards the nearest restroom with Kurt and Tina bringing up the rear. After securely locking the door for privacy and to spare the poor girl further humiliation, I face the new girl; she stares at me for a few moments before she blinks finally snapping out of her daze and asks with a bemused, yet cautious smirk, "Soooo…what's up next on the menu today, swirlies? Although I suppose that could aid in at least getting the confectionary and God willing, temporary hair dye out before I start to resemble an Oompa Loompa, well at least more than I already do."

Kurt blinks once and responds before Tina and I get the chance.

"Fabulous sense of style AND an intelligent, yet self-deprecatingly humorous ramble in reference to her height deficiency? Berry if she can sing too you might out of a job." Teases Kurt.

"Not possible, I'm an exquisite and rare miniature Hummel; you'd be lost without me and we both know it."

While Kurt and I start bickering back and forth in good humor, a still slightly shivering, and very good looking now that I've actually gotten a good look at her, not that I care about that or anything, blonde watches on with a bemused expression. Tina actually stays on task and introduces herself. "Hi, I'm Tina Cohen-Chang, those two with the diva-tude are Rachel Barbra Berry and Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I promise we aren't here to further your humiliation; in fact we are supposed to be helping!", Tina quips looking pointedly at Kurt and I, "Helping you get cleaned off and apologizing on behalf of every student with the decency to be ashamed of what's allowed to go on at this school."

"Hello Tina, my name is Sofia Karla Dubton, but please feel free to call me Sophie if you prefer it to Sofia, I certainly do. You didn't do this to me so the is absolutely no need to feel any dishonor or culpability towards what happened, besides those troglodytes have got nothing on the humiliation capacity of an old school Irish nun armed with an extensively inventive vocabulary, never ending supply of Catholic guilt, and a yard stick. In regards to Punch and Judy over there, while I find myself rather entertained I would very much appreciate no longer feeling glacial, damp and sticky." I find myself impressed as I'm fairly certain she didn't take a breath in that entire paragraph, that was truly a rant worthy of being called a Berry-esque ramble if there ever was one, glancing at Tina and Kurt, I see confirmation that that are equally charmed and in awe. Gathering my wits about me after finally breaking contact eye with the new girl, I spring into action prepping my slushie kit while Tina and Kurt help remove the sopping clothing and start stain removal. Going into autopilot I begin a lengthy internal discussion.

'She said to call her Sophie right?'

'I think so, I wasn't really able to concentrate, she's got amazing eyes wouldn't you agree?'

'Umm…I s-suppose so, I didn't really notice.'

'Who do you think you're kidding? You were totally ogling her irises! And I should know I was there!'

'ALRIGHT FINE! You caught me, but seriously though what color is that? In a matter of moments they managed to shift from blue, green, grey, and hazel before settling into sea foam, no wait they're back to hazel again. Oh. My. God! She's just in her bra…and I am fairly certain those are real…wow…talk about Jesus loves her, this I know for those are truly a gift from God! And when did I start washing her hair? Speaking of soft hair? Really soft hair…is someone purring? Oh crap she's talking to me, better pay attention.'

"…take it from your ability to go full autopilot in this situation that freak ice and corn syrup blizzards are fairly common weather patterns in Ohio?" Sophie quips, while looking up at me with a peculiar yet warm intensity.

Kurt chuckles and unknowingly saves me the embarrassment of asking her to repeat herself as while I was listening I found myself distracted again but this time by her lips.

'Such soft looking pretty pink lips…wait…WHAT?!'

"Or as I like to call it being bitched slapped by an iceberg" Sophie laughs at that. 'Goodness what a beautiful and musical laugh!' "Although I do like the act of God reference; mind if I borrow it sometime?"

"Not at all Kurt, especially since I am now hoping to be able to use your entirely apt description to relay this event to my brother Gene, and once the initial shock started to wear off, I did find myself feeling like the moment was lacking someone prefacing the event by yelling 'Iceberg right ahead!' speaking of movie quotes, I personally would have gone with a Mad Max quote for originality sake."

"Huh?" Of course that would be my only contribution to this entire exchange; 'Wait...when did I start drying her hair?'

"Mad Max, it's a movie, the quote I was referring to was, and please pardon my language, 'Welcome to Thunder Dome bitch!'; that nameless jock, a matter that will soon be rectified by one of you I hope, lacked significant originality in his attempt to add insult to injury, I mean seriously! If you are going to be a bully at least be a clever bully, insipidness is by far one of the worst torments to be forced to endure short of actual physical and psychological torture; and was much more painful than the actual slushie, especially since limes happen to be my preferred citrus."

"Holy hell, there are two of them." Tina mock whispers to Kurt. "I know right?"

I, again, added nothing to the exchange to busy having a glazed over and undoubtedly dopey expression on my face for the umpteenth time of meeting this incredibly captivating and curvaceous creature who is thankfully now fully clothed. 'Seriously, this girl has a Raquel-Welch-in-One-Million-Years-B.C. type body, how is that even genetically legal? And more importantly why would I care? Wait everyone is looking at me, say something!'

"Well don't you clean up nice?" I beam flashing all of them my megawatt smile. 'Good girl!'

"Why thank you ma'am. You're not too bad yourself." Sophie drawls with a slight blush. 'Oh come on a Southern drawl? So not cool! Stop playing with a loaded deck gorgeous new girl…wait a second, did I make her blush?'


Sophie's POV

I confess to having a modicum of trepidation in regards to the trio's true intent with me, (Ahhh alliteration) but so far no outward display of hostility has come from any of them; in fact the Goth girl and immaculately dressed and perfectly coiffed boy are looking at me with kind and sympathetic eyes as the short and deceptively strong brunette locks the door. When she turns around all the air rushes from my lungs, and I forget my own name, I'm aware that the other two are also looking at me expectantly but for a few brief moments all I see is her. Finally shaking myself I'm vaguely aware of myself making an inane comment and then quickly realize I'm babbling, I'm babbling BAAAAD. Luckily Kurt saves the day and attempts to let me off the hook, unfortunately then the angel decides to speak and my brain melts, I find myself shivering and not from the slushie. 'Crap the Goth girl is speaking to you, focus Dubton!'

Tina finishes her introduction and with the gorgeous brunettes attention on me I again find myself vomiting verbally. Once I finally stop for air, the brunette whips around to start busying herself with her bag (Great I've wigged her out) while Tina and Kurt strip my top half down to my bra and lay out the white V-neck that I had brought as an undershirt for gym today. Rachel (AKA Aphrodite) then takes my hand, and sits me in front of the sink to begin rinsing my hair, and thus begins my internal cross-fire.

'Wow…she's just…wow'

'Reduced to monosyllables are we?'

'Yes, yes we are. She's. Just. So…WOW!'

'I know, I can see her too you know, and she's simply…nope wow is all I've got too at this point. OhmyGod her fingers feel so nice, so firm and yet so gentle. And she smells amazing, vanilla and lavender, she's like a walking garden.'

I'm only vaguely still aware of the other two parties in the room as they attempt to salvage my clothing at the other sink; as I am completely entranced by the deep and warm chocolate brown eyes that are observing me.

'Walking garden? Really? That's a ridiculously pathetic attempt at…OMG SHE'S SCRATCHING OUR SCALP! Are we purring? I think we're purring. You know what I don't even care if we are it just feels that good.'

'SAY SOMETHING SOPHIE!'

"So I take it from your ability to go full autopilot in this situation that freak ice and corn syrup blizzards are fairly common weather patterns in Ohio?" 'Really? REALLY Sophie that's all you got? HOLY CRAP, why are you only in your bra?!'

As I wait for the undoubtedly awkward backlash of what I just said to settle, Kurt thankfully finds me amusing.


Hallway

Three pairs of eyes watched the morning's slushie assault and the aftermath with varying degrees of interest and reasoning. Dark chocolate eyes were weighing the attractiveness of the new girl against her apparent magnetic loser pull, while acknowledging a grudgingly small amount of respect over how the girl seemed to laugh of the corn syrup blitzkrieg. Deep azure eyes were sparkling with excitement over the discovery of another pocket sized person that hopefully would lead to more enabling the blonde to collect the whole set, and how awesome was it that her super-secret ninja friend would soon have a bestie as perfect for her as her Sanny. Hazel eyes were weighing and measuring the threat level this new girl held.

'Hmmm…physical scale? Appears to be an eight, it all happened so quickly it could in fact be higher.', She'd know for sure in Gym; 'Short like Rach…err…Berry, natural honey blonde hair, natural light tan, and seemingly no make-up. That might be a problem, no make-up can mean either the girl was never taught how to utilize it or she doesn't need it.'

The HBIC made the decision to wait out the recovery period, being Sue's protégé has its perks and no one would question herself and the rest of the Trinity skipping homeroom. One quick look and they were all agreed; swiftly they crept down the hall into the empty classroom opposite the girls' bathroom that the quartet had just entered; willingly biding their time for the answers they sought.

(30 minutes and several Spanish swear words later)

Just before the bell to dismiss Homeroom was set to sound, the door to the girls room burst open with the sound of laughter resounding in the empty hallway. Kurt and Tina parted and waved goodbyes to the petite girls as they shyly linked arms and started heading in the opposite direction towards Miss Pillsbury's office.

Once again three different sets of eyes observed the events unfolding in the hallway, with once again three completely different reactions behind the classroom door. Dark shapely brows shot up in surprise over intrigued coffee eyes, one dark blonde brow arched as hazel eyes narrowed in suspicion and that old, odd feeling that always seems to rear its head when Rachel Freaking Berry appeared , 'Since when the hell is Rach…err…Berry, so touchy feely? The girl asks if it's ok to hug even her best friends first for fuck sake!', and finally light blonde brows relax into contentment over bright sapphire eyes twinkling with joy, she just knew those two would hit it off, 'Now if only Q isn't too upset', she chances a glance at the volatile blonde just as she rips open the door and sweeps into the hallway. 'Oh-kaaaay…so this isn't going to go over well…' The Latina and remaining Blonde share a knowing glance before dutifully following their captain down the hallway, they don't have to go too far though as the newly re-instated Head Cheerio stops suddenly in her tracks gaping at the scene just outside the counselor's door.


Quinn's POV

'What are you doing?'

'What do you mean, I'm not doing anything.'

'So you're not stalking down the hallway like an angry lioness about to throw down for dominance?'

'It's called strutting thank you very much, and I am merely concer-intrigued! I am intrigued.'

'Right then why are you staring daggers at Rachel and the new girl?'

'Ok, first of all? She is not Rachel to us! She is Man Hands, RuPaul, Treasure Trail, Stubbles, Tranny, Midget, Dwarf, Oompa Loompa, or at the very least Berry! Never EVER Rachel!'

'Fine, so then you aren't staring daggers at 'Berry' and the new girl?'

'Of course not! This year Berry does not even deserve to be a blip on my radar, I am merely trying to assess a potential new…new…new Cheerio's candidate!'

'Uh huh. Sure Quinnie, whatever you say, my that new girl is gallant isn't she?'

'What the hell are you talking about? And don't call me Quinnie!'

'Oh nothing, nothing…just that!'

Apparently the new girl and Berry have reached their destination and it looks like the little blonde is going to open the door to Miss Pillsbury's office, no she not just opening the door, she's opening the door for Rachel, 'Holy crap, did she just freaking bow? What a dork!' I am in mid eye roll when I hear and see something seriously wrong with the scene in front of me.

'Did she just freaking giggle?!'

And there it is again, stronger now and I am literally vibrating out of rage and a strange and yet oh so familiar emotion, an emotion that I stubbornly refuse to name let alone voice to anyone including myself. Behind me, my co-captain and other best friend sidle up behind me and begin conversing as if I'm not even there. 'Oh how I hate that!'

"Is it just me Britt-Britt, or does Berry seem to have found herself a new banging bodied blonde bestie?"

"Um…Sanny I really don't think this is the best…"

"Who. The. Hell. Does RuPaul think she is? She's only going to drag the new girl down with her if she keeps throwing herself at her like that! You know what I think ladies? I think it's our duty to rescue a potential fellow Cheerio and remind Berry of her place!"

San sneaks a quick look at Brittany she thinks I don't see before asking, "What exactly do you have in mind Q?"

"Oh San, don't worry your pretty little head about that, I have a more important assignment for you."

Santana looks momentarily nonplussed before snapping too and asks for her latest duties, "Recon San, what you do best. Before the Glee meeting today I want her file in my hands and anything else you can scrounge up on our newest teammate."

"You got it Lemon Barbie!"

"Um Q? What if she doesn't want to be a Cheerio?"

If it were anyone else I would have had their head on my lunch tray, but this is Brittany, and for Brittany one must make special allowances and not just because of the 11th Commandment*. "Britt who wouldn't want to be a Cheerio? Besides even if that girl is suffering from severe brain damage you can bet Berry is going to drag her kicking and screaming to Glee if necessary so no matter what she'll still be our new teammate, ok?"

"Ok Q, but what are you going to do to Rachie?"

This nick-name is a new development and even San looks shocked by it, not to mention Britt's concern; it takes a split second before she sweeps a gaze at me, that screams 'Don't you DARE make Brittany cry or I WILL go all Lima Heights on your skinny white ass!' I smile reassuringly at Brittany and attempt to placate her by saying, "Nothing she isn't very used to and wouldn't have happened anyway Britt, I swear. This is just a friendly reminder, a public service announcement if you will, to start the new school year off right, the way it should be."

Brittany looks at me for a minute and sighs. "Ok Q…is there anything you need me to do?"

"No Britt-Britt, San and I got this one, but thanks for the offer. You up for visit to the duck pond after practice today?"

Brittany's smile instantly brightens "Really Q? You never have time to go with us."

"New year, new me Britt, plus I really neglected you last year and I swore I'd make it up to you."

San's looking at me gratefully as Brittany sweeps me up into a bear hug while bouncing up and down.

"YAY Duck pond with Q and Sanny! Can we get ice-cream after San?"

"Of course Britt-Britt." San says with an indulgent smile and eyes filled with love, even though she still doesn't have the balls to actually say it yet.

The bell signaling the end of first sounds and we are off on our various assignments.

Sweeping away I quietly sing to myself as I begin my latest enterprise. "Now where, oh where, did my Karofsky dog go? Oh where, oh where can he be?"

"You are a sick bitch Fabray." Apparently I wasn't singing quietly enough, oh well; why not play something like that to you advantage right?

"Why thank you San!"


*11th Commandment is taken from icewaterdrive whose stories I absolutely love.