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A Glee FanFiction

Why hello there people of the interwebs I am Yolanni and this is my first fanfic attempt so some feedback and constructive criticism would be nice. This fic. Starts right at the end of regionals and at the start of a new school year when all of the New Directions must re-audition to get back on the team with the entire original Glee cast so:

Karofsky goes to Mckinley (outed and friends with Kurt)

Kurt goes to Mckinley with Blaine (couple)

Sam never goes through the switching girl's thing or moving (thank GOD)

Puck never dated or got Quinn pregnant (Cuz' I never liked her ever)

Couples: Finn/Rachel, Santana / Britanny, Blaine/Kurt, Mercedes/ Sam, Will/ Emma, Tina/Artie, Puck/Oc, Karofsky/Oc

There will be some OCC and history changes but whatever. Also I'm hoping to add another OC in here so send me some suggestions, other than that enjoy!

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Laya POV

I tried not to flinch at my mother's happy sigh and dreamy eyes; I loved my mother I truly did but this implode and pack-up routine was starting to get to me. I looked at the bright grassy hills and silently omnipresent cloud cover through my passenger seat window and attempted to smile at her gaze.

This was the fourth move in a year, my mom had always had trouble settling down but this was ridiculous. Mom called it relationship recovery; I called it running, every time her relationships imploded on her, which they always did, she would pack myself and my brother Mariano then skip town leaving everything but what we could fit into our beaten maroon Chevy, after a while I got used to traveling light and impromptu leaving but the rest of my brothers didn't.

Marcos, Martin, Roberto, Felipe and Isaiah all bailed as soon as they could and despite the slight feeling of betrayal I couldn't blame them. Mom had never been very nurturing and she was always flighty, never consistent, and always forgetful, even of her kids.

As a child I never understood the constant moving and the constant stream of men I never cared to or wanted to remember. I never really missed any place much, I mean I never made any friends; I never wanted any either most of them were idiots but it still hurt when kids never wanted to meet "the short plain Mexican girl with big brothers". I remember vividly our homes, well apartments, always smelling like liquor and smoke and the frequent arguments between mom and her now faceless nameless exes that seemed so scary then. I remember hiding in the small room in the back of our place with my brothers when I was seven, hiding when my mother's more vengeful boyfriends Fernando broke in and hit my mother I recall my oldest brother Marcos, fifteen, fighting with and mom's screams to stop.

Even at school I was never far from turbulence, I was scrawny, quiet and smart a bad combination for any kid, even with my brothers I was bullied. The girls were always the worst, calling me everything from string to bitch, one girl, Ashley, even went as far as to embarrass me in front of my only crush in third grade, I learned then and there never befriend any girl my age ever, even now at sixteen the taunts never let up despite my growing numbness to it.

My brothers, despite their good intentions, only drew more attention; as the only girl and the youngest they were all protective and all of them being...well hot sent everyone to be my buddy only so they could rub elbows with my siblings. The attention had lessened since all but Mariano left to live their lives and even he could've jumped ship but he stayed because he was closest to me and wouldn't leave me with mom's "ass hungry thugs".

I sighed eyes glancing over at Mariano in the back seat; he looked royally pissed as he glared out the window I knew why, he hated moving just as much as I did and the reason why even more. I felt slightly bad for holding him back; unlike insecure, quiet and nerdy me he was a complete social butterfly always dragging a horde of adoring girls and friends around and even though he insisted it was fine I knew he wanted to go, badly.

I turned from him looking at the landscape surrounding the clouds were dangerously low and thick keeping a single peep of sun out, which was fine with me I liked the rain. The town itself was very small, stress on the very. We had been here thirty minutes and I'd only seen sixteen homes, two restaurants, a single grocery store and twenty-seven people, all dressed in thick clothes and hats. "It's only the start of September" I thought idly. I put getting a better winter jacket instead if the fading baggy sweat shirt I already owned on my list of things to do and frowned, I'd have to ask mom for money, we were already tight on money; thanks to moms inconsistency and lack of motivation we were always short on cash, repeatedly having our lights turned off when all of my brothers lived with us. In our last town I had gotten a job at the dollar store and that helped minutely, nodding to myself and thinking of my already sparse wardrobe I decided to get another job.

We never traveled with much anyway; mom always said "it reminded her to much of the last place". Mom's most recent breakup, and cause of our move, was with some sleaze called Derek something that had cheated on her. She said the heartbreak was just too much for her and that he was supposed to be the one. It was what she claimed for every hack that crawled up to her, my mom deserved better, yet she can't seem to understand that.

She didn't even breakup with him when he first cheated but the last straw for her, me and Mariano was when he put his hands on her. We left a single day after that.

And so here we were in Lima, Ohio a heck of a long way away from Staten Island, New York and for that I was glad for two reasons; one, big cities had never been my thing and two, we had left the resting place of that psycho Derek.

"This is a place is beautiful is pretty isn't it" mom's voice broke my thoughts and nodding absently I "hm'ed" in agreement; I actually liked the place already and that was weird since it usually took me week to like anything. I liked the cold, the silence, the sense of closeness it had and the nature, oh I loved trees. I tried not to crack a smile at Mariano's displeased grunt; I knew I should try to be impartial and not get attached but I really wanted a permanent home, not an apartment, or a grungy motel room an actual house.

Looking over at my mom I knew that was a virtual impossibility she was thirty-eight, looked a whole lot younger and already had eight kids all with different dads, well except the twins Marcos and Martin, none of us knew our fathers and only I had the name of mine, Alexander Gutierrez .

I stared at her forlornly my mom she was pretty really pretty; she was tall and slender standing at 5'10 and 125 ponds, her skin was a flawless cinnamon brown with dark long smooth hair an exotic high cheek boned face and hazel eyes.

I'd wish for that any day over my untamable messy black curls, small curve less frame of 4'9, skin like a friggin' sheet and dull golden eyes magnified by my large black glasses.

"We'll be a the house in a few minutes Laya" mom said dreamily, I jumped taken from my pity "Oh" I breathed pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose then I paused, did I just hear the word house.

"Did you say house" Mariano cut in before I could speak "like actual real house" he said, I looked from him to mom and almost squealed when she nodded in confirmation but I kept my cool, something I had very little of anyway, and snuck a glance at Mariano he was looking out the window, silent but I could see the curving of his cheek in a smile. We were going to be in a house and if mom could refrain from picking up a creep in some store we could stay in a house.

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I hope you've enjoyed this so far and give me some surrport:). The idea for this has been lingering in my mind for a while and I decided to let it out! I'll try to update every week and if I don't I'll try to diuble update.

Thanks again for clicking and Adios

TallOlivia