Okay, I did a totally re-write of this story. I added more and fixed a few things. Last ime I had this up here, Stella was called a Mary-Sue. Yes, Stella might be a mary-sue, but no one is a Mary-Sue compared to Blaine (just saying... I love him though). So, please read and review, but be nice about it.
Based after "Hold on to Sixteen": after the win at sectionals.
Title is from Sara Bareilles' "Uncharted"
She stood in front of William McKinley High, staring up at the school. She knew she didn't look the rest of the students, She had short unnatural fire engine bright red hair styled into an a-symmetrical bob and three facial piercings; one bridge, one nose, and a lip piercing. She looked around as a group of cheerleaders and football players that entered in before her. As she entered, her hands were glued to the straps of her backpack. She wandered the halls for a moment until she saw the sign above a door that read "Office", opening the door and walked towards the front desk, she approached the woman behind the counter, "Hi, I'm Stella. The new girl."
"So, are you ready for that infamous first day of school?" the older woman said with a smile.
Stella nodded, she always hated having to start a new school. Being an Army Brat, but raised in the state of Texas, she learned to go from school to school to school without making friends. But this recent move seemed different. Two weeks after they moved from Austin, Texas to Lima, Ohio, her father was called to Iraq, she knew this meant possibly a year, leaving her and her mother stuck in Lima, Ohio.
"Stella Peters, Right?" The woman asked. and Stella nodded again, "Ooo, silent one, I like kids like you." She quickly typed way on the computer and after a few moments she then grabbed a paper of the printer. She handed the sheet of paper to Stella. "This is your schedule, and you're first class is Spanish with Mr. Schuester, and as you know each hour is listed on the side, and from the looks of it, your 4th period is a free period. And you probably know what that means..." She smiled again, "Free time!"
Stella tried not to laugh, but simply nodded again as she took the paper the older lady handed her. She left the office and wondered into the hall as the first bell rang. It took her a moment to find the class room, but she felt a bit uncomfortable as she walked into the class room, possibly more that 5 minutes late.
"Hola, recepción a la clase española!" The curly haired man, who was sitting on the desk, "¿Su nombre?"
She cleared her throat before she spoke, "Mi nombre es Stella Peters, Soy nuevo aquí"
"Soy señor Schuester " he smiled, "So, you're pretty good at español."
She smiled and answered, "I lived in Texas before moving here, it was a 'must class' in my school."
"If you want you can have that seat next to Finn Hudson, He's the tall one in the second to last row." Mr. Schuester pointed out as the boy who name he just said waved.
"Thanks." She said as she headed to her now assigned seat. She sat down and opened her back-pack, taking out her laptop, fliping the screen around and folding it back so she can use the her stylist to write on it.
Finn looked over and was almost flabbergasted by her laptop, "Oh, wow, thats awesome."
Stella half-smiled, "thanks, my dad got it for me before he got deployed, its an HP TouchSmart ." She explained, "It makes it easier to take notes."
"Ah, Cool." He held out his hand, "I'm Finn Hudson by the way."
"Stella." She replied simply. She was terrified to make friends. She was so used to going to a school, she would make friends, then lose them because thay would have to move. This was the one reason she hated having her father be in the military.
"Well Stella, I'm pleased to meet you, and hope that you -"
"Finn? Stella?" Mr. Schuester said aloud, stoping the class for the moment, "Is there anything you two want to share with us?"
"Um, no Mr. Shue, just talking, sorry." Finn said.
"Alright, now back to our 'Usted' Lesson."
Time flew by faster than she thought and before she knew it class was over.
She sat through two more classes, English and math, before she was able to do her 'free period'. She approached the older woman from earlier in the office and asked where the Auditorium was, getting directions in just moments.
She wandered the hall a bit before she actually found it, opening the doors slowly, making sure there was no one else in there. with her shoes having no traction on the tile, she let her feet glide down the incline, she smiled, finding it actually fun for the moment. She glided until she reached the carpeting and stairs, taking them up to the stage. It felt like a moment she hadn't had in a while, she loved being onstage, but never got to actually fulfill that love. She quickly spotted a small band section set up on the side of the stage, she quickened her pace and picked up the acoustic guitar, tossing the strap over her neck. Her fingers slowly played a simple tune, one she taught herself how to play, "I've been sitting here staring at the clock on the wall... and I've been laying here praying, praying she won't call, It's just another call from home and you'll get it and be gone and I'll be crying." She strummed a bit on the guitar, before continuing, "and I'll be begging you, baby, beg you not to leave... but I'll be left here waiting with my heart on my sleeve, oh for the next time we'll be here, seems like a million years and I think I'm dying..."
Little did she know, Someone else had walked in, Sam stood at the back for the auditorium, just listening. He had just moved back to Lima and was living with Finn his family. It was his second day back at McKinley high, and he found himself, yet again roaming the halls. He smiled, He didn't recognize the girl, but there was somthing about her singing that pulled him into the auditorium to listen. He waited for her to finish before heading to the stage, giving her a solo applause, and startling her.
"Holy-... Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?"
"It was my free period, I was headed to the restroom, and I heard music coming from in here... Oh, and my name is Sam by the way." the Blonde smiled, giving her a toothy grin.
"You stopped to spy on me?"
"Well, I don't actually know who you are... So I wouldn't call it 'spying'."
"How long have you been here?"
"Since the end of the first verse."
She could feel herself blushing, this was the first time anyone had caught her singing outside of the shower, besides her parents. "So, Sam, How was it?"
"Well, girl I don't know, I liked it."
"Thanks, I'm St-"
They were interrupted by the class bell. "I'll see you later then." Sam said as he headed to leave out the doors he came in.
She sat at a lunch table by herself, twisting her spork in her school-lunch spaghetti zoning out and bored out of her mind. She was startled slightly when she heard a tray get put on the table across from her, She looked up and saw Finn take a seat. "Hey, why are you sitting by me. You have friends don't you?"
He smiled, "You looked lonely."
"Lonely? How do I look lonely?" She questioned as she took a bite.
He laughed, "well, you're sitting there fiddling with your spaghetti, you just looked, well, lonely."
"Wow, nice description, did you write that script yourself?" She joked.
He cocked his head to the side, slightly confused. "what?"
"I was just making fun of your choice of words." She smiled, the first time she did since she arrived in lima.
"Sorry, I'm not that good of an actor... but I am a football player."
"Meh, Not a big fan of football. I'm more for Volleyball."
"Well, at least you like some kind of sports."
Out of no where a short brunette haired girl took a seat next to Finn at the table, she put her food in front of her. "Well, hello, I'm Rachel... Finn's girlfriend." She said as she accentuated the last word.
Stella raised an eyebrow, "Good to know, I'm Stella, and I'm not interested"
"So you're the new girl?" Rachel asked.
"isn't it obvious." She smirked, as she started to get up from the table "well, it was good talking with you."
Finn stopped her for a moment, "Hey, are you doing anything after school?"
"Uh, no. Why?" Stella's face looked puzzled.
"I wanted to see if you wanted to hangout at Glee club with us?"
"Glee? like a singing and dancing club?" She cocked her head to the side, "Like, seriously?"
Finn nodded, "Yeah, but its not as bad as you think."
She stood there fora moment and thought about it, "Fine, sure, I'll show up." She said as she finished her trek to the trash can, then out of the Cafeteria. Little did she know what she was getting herself into.
Stella entered the music room slowly, skeptical of what she was about to walk into. She immediantly recognized her spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester, who was in the middle of explaining to the class something she was not quite sure of... "Okay guys, We need to get ready for regionals..." he noticed what everyone was staring at, "Oh, Stella. Are you lost?"
"No, no. Finn invited me." She took off her backpack and sat it next to the door. "All I know is he mentioned that Glee club isn't as bad as it sounds, so I had to make sure." She overheard the latina girl turn to the blonde tall blond girl in a cheerleader's uniform and said, 'How did she even make it past the metal detectors?' Stella ignore the girl and continued, "I thought I could sit and listen."
"Any chance I could get you to sing?" Mr Shuester asked, "I mean you don't have to, it's fine."
As she took a seat at the end of the front row, she recognized Sam sitting a few rows back, "No, no. I'm good." She brushed him off. "I'll just watch."
"Okay, but when you wanna sing, just tell me." He turned to the rest of the class, and asked if anyone wanted to sing a song idea, but before he was able to get the question out, The Brunette, Finn's Girlfriend stood at the front, She looked to Stella and said, "Hi there, I'm Rachel again, I'm pretty much the 'voice' of Glee club." she smiled a smile so wide, Stella thought it would just fall off her face. she then turned right back to everyone else. "okay, so I thought about doing the..." Stella started to zone out again, blanking out all that Rachel was spewing, but she came out of it when 'The Voice' mentioned her name. "... Stella should at least give us a song, just so we know if she can sing or not."
"Excuse me?" Stella said, cocking her head to the side.
"I just think you should sing us something so we can find out if your voice is good for our group or not. Since we are going to compete in sectionals."
"Sucks? Really?" Stella stood up, and looked down at Rachel, she turned to the band, "Okay, gonna bring some country in here, Lets Hear It For The Boy?" They nodded in reply. "Hit it." She started
The music quickly started, and she started to get into the beat, "My baby he don't talk sweet, he ain't got much to say. But he loves me, loves me, loves me, I know that he loves me anyway. And maybe he don't dress fine, but I don't really mind..." She sat on the piano, "Cause every time he pulls me near, I just want to cheer! Lets Hear it for the boy! Oh, Lets give the boy a hand!" She hopped off the piano and wandered around the room and dancing, "Lets hear it for my baby, you know you gotta under stand... Oh maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my loving one man show... Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's hear it for the boy!" As the band had their solo, Sam came up out of his chair and started to dance with her, "My baby may not be rich, he's watching every dime...Oh but he loves me, loves me, loves me, We always have a real good time." She pushed him back into his seat, she quickly pulled the boy with the short mo-hawk out of his chair and started dancing with him, "And maybe he sings off Key, but that's alright by me, yeah... But what he does, he does so well, makes me want to yell... Lets Hear it for the boy! Oh, Lets give the boy a hand!" She sat him back down too as she ran over to the piano, leaning on it. "Lets hear it for my baby, you know you gotta under stand... Oh maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my loving one man show... Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's hear it for the boy!" The band had another bit of a solo, she quickly pulled Sam back up, "Cause every time he pulls me near, I just want to cheer! Lets Hear it for the boy! Oh, Lets give the boy a hand! Lets hear it for my baby, you know you gotta under stand... Oh maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my loving one man show... Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's hear it for the boy."
The song started to end, Stella Harmonized as the rest of Glee club was singing along. and she allowed Sam, yet again to take a seat. Once she finished they applauded, except Rachel who sulked in her chair with her arms folded. The one with the stubby mo-hawk said, "Well, look at that, the new girl is actually good!"
Mr. Schuester threw his arm around her shoulder, "And that kids, is Stella Peters... welcome her to Glee club."
The room filled again with applause. She stood next to Mr. Schuester. "Oh, stop." She could feel herself smiling again. "Yes, what he said, I'm Stella Peters... I'm from Austin, Texas." She was introducing herself, this was something she was not used to, "Um, Yeah, It's pleasure to be apart of this." After she finished, the rest of the club came up to greet her.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, I'm currently starting work on chapter 2. So please Read & Review. Thank you.