Finn:

Today was your first day at McKinley High School! You entered the busy hallways, nervously smoothing your (F/C) dress, which your mother had insisted you wore. The weight of your backpack quickly reminded you that you needed to find your locker and get your schedule. Putting a strand of your (H/C) hair behind your ear, you hesitantly made your way towards the general direction of the main office.

When the next period had begun, you were hopelessly lost. You groaned in frustration and tried asking a few of the other students if they could help you. All of them either gave you weird looks or completely ignored your existence. You were just about to lose hope when someone gently tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to see a tall, easy-on-the-eyes looking guy with a cute smile and a nice haircut.

"Hey, you look lost. Where are you headed?" the guy asked. You blushed at the fact that such a good looking guy would talk to you, and you shyly told him that you were new and you were trying to find the main office. The teen laughed and gestured for you to follow him.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Finn. Finn Hudson," he piped up, holding a hand out to you and giving you that winning smile. You happily shook his hand. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N). It's nice to meet you, Finn.

Mike:

You had thought your high school back in (where you live) was bad, but McKinley High was a thousand times worse. You hadn't even stepped in through the doorway when you found yourself doused in cherry slushie, staining your brand new (F/C) shirt. The two boys that had slushied you laughed and exchanged a fist bump before running off.

"Stupid football players," you muttered under your breath, making your way to the bathroom while squeezing out your hair onto the floor. Looked like your first day was already going down hill. After washing up as best as you could, you ran out of the bathroom to try and get to your next class only to find yourself crashing to the ground.

"I swear, if it's you two again I'll-" You started to shout, stopping abruptly when you saw the guy next to you on the ground. He was a cute Asian boy, tall and lean, with a sheepish smile on his face. He got to his feet and pulled you up as well.

"Sorry about that, I didn't see you..." The boy's voice trailed off as he looked you up and down, seeing the red stain in your clothes. Your heart did a little leap in your chest as he let out a laugh, probably the cutest laugh you had ever heard in your life. "I guess you already got slushied, huh? Well, if you stick around me I can get them to leave you alone. I'm Mike Chang, by the way." You smiled at the sweet offer and the introduction before /"I'd like that Mike. And I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

Artie:

You were already hating this school. Bullies were everywhere, the school was overrun by cheerleaders and jocks, and there wasn't a single friendly face in sight. You fought your way through the crowds, your (E/C) eyes burning with anger and annoyance. If you didn't get to your locker, you were going to be late for class!

"Hey, Wheels, I thought I told you to stay away from the field!" Your head whipped up as you heard the familiar voice of Mckinley's biggest bully, David Karofsky. You gasped when you saw the person he was a talking to you. A guy your age with glasses, brown hair, and was in a wheelchair! As Karofsky continued to taunt the guy with insults that made your skin crawl, the young man hung his head low and didn't even try to deflect anything he said.

"Hey! Leave him a lone!" you shouted, storming over to the Karofsky guy and smacking his hand away as he went to steal the guy's glasses. Both he and the guy in the wheelchair stared at you in shock, but Karofsky quickly regained his composure and smirked at you maliciously. You gulped as he started moving towards you.

"I don't hit girls, so I'll just leave you two ladies for now," Karofsky said with a laugh, leaving to go join his friends. "Hey... thanks for sticking up for me!" the guy in the wheelchair said, giving you a grin. You smiled back and she shook his hand when he offered it. "It was no problem. What's your name?"

"I'm Arthur Abrams, but you can call me Artie, cutie," he said with a wink, making you giggle. Who would want to make fun of a guy so charming? "I'll keep that in mind. I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

Puck:

You had no idea how you managed to do it; this was literally your first day! But somehow, you had managed to land yourself in after school detention. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, very much aware of the way some of the guys were looking at you. You were almost certain that if a teacher wasn't here they would have made a move. And not in a good way. The door swung open and a hot guy with a mohawk came in, instantly silencing the room.

"Puckerman. How nice of you to join us," the teacher muttered, glaring daggers at the guy. He smirked and ignored him, but it instantly faded when he saw you and how uncomfortable you looked. He glanced at the guys gathered in the corner of the room and sat in the desk to your right. Almost instantly you felt the eyes leave you and you gave a sigh of relief. But, you were also curious. who was this guy?

"What's a fine girl like you doing in a hang out like this?" the guy suddenly asked you with a slight smile and what was supposed to be a seductive wink. You shrugged helplessly, not really knowing the answer yourself. The guy sighed and shook his head.

"With an attitude like that you won't last a day in this school. I've got your back. I'm Noah Puckerman, but most call me Puck," Puck said, sending another wink your way. You rolled your eyes. "I don't need protection, Noah. And I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."