The Lucky One Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Chapter 1: First Day

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC.

Hi guys! First Glee fanfic so be gentle and please put any criticism as nicely as possible. Hope that you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Starts off just after Sectionals.

Felix is aware of his mother's soft voice urging him to wake up and her hand stroking what must be a rather impressive bed head. It was his favourite way to wake up, even on a school morning and it is something that he's cherished, even in his teen years. Dark grey eyes slowly open to see another pair staring down at him with love.

"Morning sweetheart" she said, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Hey, mum" he replied sleepily.

"Brought you up a towel to use when you shower as well as a batch of fresh clean clothes" she said, standing up as he rose from the bed, stretching as he did so. He gave her a thumbs up as she headed out and he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Today was his first day at McKinley, and like most, if not all teenagers, he was nervous. He stood up slowly and made his way to his computer chair where the pile of clothes had been left and the towel laid over the back of it. He began sifting through, finding his favourite black slim-fit military style shirt and dark blue jeans that hugged his legs which he laid out on his bed along with a pair of socks and black boxers. His leather boots were in the corner of the room as they always were

He walks into the bathroom and sheds the pyjama trousers he's wearing as the water warms up. He quickly relieves himself and brushes his teeth before getting into the shower and sighing in content as the water cascades down his body, allowing himself a moment of pure relaxation.

"Felix, not that I'm rushing you, but time's getting on!" his mother calls up.

"I'm well aware" he calls back with a small grin.

So he quickly washes his short dark hair, going on to wash his face and then his whole body before stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He dries really quickly, leaving his hair to air dry for the time being as he puts on his clothes. He then looks at his reflection in the mirror and with a nod of satisfaction, he heads downstairs to the smell of tea and toast.

"Nothing like tea in the morning" he said as he put three sugars in.

"Or a trip to the dentist" she said and he chuckled.

"Unlike you, who chooses to have tasteless tea, I prefer something with an ounce of flavour"

"My tea does have flavour" his mother replied indignant and he gives her a sarcastic look. "Okay so I like a bit of milk in my tea" she said and he outright laughs.

"A little? Mum, you put the whole cow in" he said as he buttered his toast. He puts the knife in the dishwasher then sits down with her as she sips lightly on the hot drink. "In truth, I'm a little nervous about today" he said quietly and she takes a hold of his hand and smiles warmly.

"You are going to do just fine. Trust me sweetheart" she said and he returns it.

"I've done it before and I can do it again... only in a different country" he said and she pats his hand and nods. "Well I guess I had best make sure that I have everything that I am going to need" he said, polishing off his toast and tea, the latter burning his mouth. "And there go my taste buds"

"That's what happens when you rush" she chided lightly.

"Oh shush" he replies, heading upstairs to grab his messenger bag.

He puts his headphones into his iPod and feeds them through his shirt so the wire doesn't catch on anything and he puts the device on, placing it in his pocket. He goes back downstairs, throwing his bag on over his shoulder before giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and heading out.

After his father had passed away, his mother had felt like it was time for a change in scenery and so they chose to move to America. At first he was a little reluctant in leaving his friends but his mother had insisted that they just go for it. He'd bid all of his friends a heartfelt goodbye promising to send video messages and they would in turn to him and then he was off to Lima, Ohio.

McKinley was the closest school for him to go to, been only a ten minute walk from where he lived and the walk was generally quiet. All he had was his music and that was all he would probably need for the time being. He wanted to settle in a little bit before he started to get to know people.

Soon the large structure that was the school loomed over him and he entered with a deep breath. So many students were busy putting things into their lockers and getting whatever it they needed for their first lesson. He found his locker with ease and placed his stuff in, resolving to decorate later on in the year.

"Right, tutorial with Mr. Schue" he said to himself.

Luckily he was able to find the classroom easily and he entered to see the other students messing around or just chatting with one another. He took his headphones out and put them into his pocket, pulling out the iPod to pause his music for the time being.

Tutorial passed easily, introducing himself to the rest of the homeroom proved to be a waste of at least thirty seconds as no one paid attention and those that did obviously didn't give a toss. Not that he minded, like his plan was, he just wanted to settle before he started speaking to others.

He had a period free to himself for the first lesson of the day which was a blessing, especially for one who suffered from extreme Monday blues. He soon found the auditorium of the school which was blissfully empty and he stepped in, heading up to the stage and relaxing. He pulls out his headphones and cycles through his playlist, finding the one song that he loved the most. The music begins to play, and soon he finds himself singing along.

(Meanwhile)

Free period on a Monday. What more could you want? Mike Chang decided that he just wanted to dance for a little bit, make sure that he gets in plenty of practice ready for Regionals and was making his way towards the auditorium when he heard the sound of smooth music and an even smoother voice. He went in through the back way, listening intently and peering around the curtain to get a look at who was singing.

Rusted brandy in a diamond glass

Everything is made from dreams

Time is made from honey slow and sweetheart

Only the fools know what it means

Temptation

I can't resist

Oui je sais

Qu'il est fait fumé
Oui, je me suis paumée
Il sait que je suis fauchée
Mais à moi de jouer

Tentation

Je paux pas resister

Mike watches, utterly captivated as the owner of the voice, a boy about his age moves slowly with the music as it plays. His voice is sensual, his eyes heavy lidded and his movements slow so much so that it would scream sex appeal. He takes out his phone and begins recording a video message for the rest of the club to see just as the new guy began to sing once more.

Dutch pink and Italian blue

He is there awaiting for you

My will has disappeared

Now confusion is oh so clear

Temptation

I can't resist

The instrumental is longer this time and he sees a small smile tug at the corner of the singer's lips as he records. His phone is buzzing with texts from the others, which he'll check when he's done. The boy takes in another breath to sing once more.

Temptation

I can't resist

The music ceases and the boy suddenly turns to pick up his iPod off of the floor and as soon as he looks up, he spots Mike with a dear in the headlights look. He blushes furiously as he pockets the device and Mike steps out, embarrassed at having been caught. Luckily his phone is put away or he would have had a worse reaction.

"How much of that did you see?" he asked, voice now clear to him as British.

"The whole thing. I came here to practice some dance moves, but then I heard singing" he explained. "I'm sorry if I've intruded" he said and the other waved him off.

"It's fine, really" he said with a small smile which the Asian returned. "My name is Felix" he said and Mike finally stepped forward from the curtain.

"Michael, but everyone calls me Mike" he said, extending a hand to shake. "For what it's worth, that was amazing. You should consider joining the Glee Club" he said and the other blushed slightly from the praise.

"Thanks. It's been a while since I last sang" he admitted sheepishly.

"Well you're not rusty" the other said, smiling sweetly at him giving the British boy butterflies. "Rehearsal is at four after school if you're interested" he said and the other nodded.

"I'll see you then" he said with a small smile.

"Okay then" the Asian boy replied.

Felix headed out with his small smile still on his face. Screw his initial plans of not interacting with anyone. If he can sing freely with others who share similar interests then he'll be glad to take that opportunity whole-heartedly. Not to mention the fact that Mike made him want to swoon. He had always known that he was attracted to the same sex, and his mother and father had accepted it. His old man even joked around with him when he had been alive.

Perhaps he'd enjoy his time here after all.

(Lunchroom)

His lessons had passed by without any incident and he hadn't had a run in with any of the jocks that he had been warned about. Today must've been his lucky day to say the least. He was about to take a seat alone when a hand on his shoulder startled him slightly and he turned to see Mike grinning at him.

"Bloody hell! Don't startle me" he said with a deep breath, though his voice was light.

"First time I've heard a true Brit say that" the dancer said with a grin.

"Well if you keep at it, you're going to be hearing it a lot more"

"I don't think I'd mind it. Why don't you join us for lunch?" he asked, gesturing to the table where the oddest group of friends sat. Two cheerleaders, a guy in a wheelchair and two jocks as well as one boy dressed in designer clothes that his mother would dream of and they were all looking in his direction.

"That is one colourful group of friends" he noted and Mike shrugged.

"It's the rest of the Glee Club. We're sort of like outcasts" he explained.

"I... see" the other said, picking up his tray and walking over to the table with him. "Are you sure they won't mind?" he asked a little bit unsure.

"Mind? Anyone who can sing is always welcome" he explains.

When they get there, he puts on a small, albeit awkward, smile and places his tray next to Mike's, taking a seat. The saying about cutting tension with a knife couldn't be truer at this moment in time for the British student.

"So apparently you can sing white boy" a black girl breaks the silence.

"I do well enough" he admits modestly.

"Well Boy Chang here tells us otherwise" the dark skinned cheerleader says bluntly and Felix just blushes in response.

"Ease up on him a little guys" the largest of the group says and he gives him a small grateful smile in return. "We'll hear him sing soon enough" he continued. "Finn Hudson. Nice to see a fresh face around here" he said and the other nodded.

"Felix Williams"

"What kind of name is Felix?" the cheerleader from before said.

"And meet Santana" Finn chipped in before he answered.

"My mother named me Felix because it means 'lucky' or 'the lucky one.' Here in America, it also means happiness" he explains and then a brunette girl who dressed like a stereotypical schoolgirl smiled at him.

"Well let's hope it rings true. I believe you'll make a brilliant addition to the club" she said, sounding rather enthusiastic. "And my name is Rachel Berry" she said and he smiled at her. At least she was one of the friendly ones.

He slowly got to know them one by one, finding that not only was this group of friends a rather colourful combination but they had the personalities to match. Despite the fact that they all clashed with one another in some way, it seemed to work with them oddly enough. 'I guess opposites do attract' he had thought wryly to himself.

Last period slowly rolled around and he was glad to find that he had study hall with Mike so he was not totally alone. So he sat on one of the large comfortable seats, dug into his bag until he had his glasses as well as one of the assigned books to read. He then slipped off his boots and curled up on the seat whilst Mike watched him with amusement. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up with a raised brow.

"You look almost at home" he said and the Brit smiled in response.

"It's what I normally do when I have spare time, only on the sofa and in my lounge trousers and a t-shirt and not forgetting a cup of tea" he said.

"Brit to the core" the Asian boy remarked.

"And proud of it" he said, burying his nose in the book.

The two of them sat in a comfortable silence broken only by the scratch of pen on paper and the turning of a page. Felix wrote notes on his book as he read, effortlessly working through a quarter of it within the hour when the bell rings.

"Well that went quickly" the Brit noted, putting everything back in his bag and standing with a yawn as he did so.

"For you it did, for me it felt like ages" Mike said, packing his stuff away.

"Well, time for rehearsal" the Brit said, putting the bag over his shoulder.

Felix slipped his boots back on and the two of them walked out into the throng of students as they prepared to leave. He pulled out his phone and texted his mother to explain where he was.

Trying out for Glee Club. Will be gone an hour :)

A minute later, he received a text back from his mother.

Really?! Okay, great hun. Have fun and I'll see you when you get back :D

"So what exactly made you seem like an outcast?" Felix asked out of the blue.

"I've always wanted to dance. However been on the football team and in the 'elite' of the school was what stopped me. To do something that goes against the status quo in this school is akin to social suicide. However I joined because I wanted a way to express myself, make some friends who didn't have to throw slushies at people for a good time, or throw others in the dumpsters for fun. Not that I ever did it before mind you. Making someone miserable is something that I never want to do and that is because I know I wouldn't like it if they did it to me"

"If that's your reason for joining that group that expels unknown amounts of angst then you fly with it" a short-haired blonde woman in a tracksuit said as she approached them.

"Angst?" Felix asked.

"Ahh, British. From now on you shall be known as Tetley after the tea that you seem so fond of drinking. And how else would you describe that cesspool of teenage hormones and emotions?" she asked him.

"Exactly as Mike did. It's a chance to express yourself"

"Well we're all entitled to our opinions, however I believe that you and Other Asian are wrong in every single way possible"

"How can you be wrong with opinions?" the Brit asked, bristling.

"Simple tea monger, because I am not a moron, whereas you two are. Sing about that and then present it to me so I can tell you that it sucks and that in turn would crush any dreams and ways of 'expressing yourself.' It's only a matter of time before I destroy that club and part of the livelihood of William Schuester and that ridiculous chicken's nest he calls hair. If ever you need any fresh eggs just ask him and pay him with large amounts of gel" she said before walking away.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" he asked, gesturing to the retreating woman.

"That was Sue Sylvester. She's out to destroy the Glee Club so she can take the arts program funding for her Cheerios"

"Cheerios?"

"It's what she calls the cheerleading squad here"

"And her insults against Mr. Schuester's hair?" he asked.

"I don't know about that but whenever I see the two of them speak and by speak I mean fall on shouting match, she has a different insult for it every time. Admittedly they are quite creative" he said as they continued walking.

"Hate to imagine mandatory staff team building with her" he said.

"Yeah, we'd pretty much have to say goodbye to Mr. Schue because he probably won't return alive, or at the very least unbroken"

"She certainly has a commanding presence"

"You get used to it"

(Choir Room)

Felix was welcomed warmly by the others, minus Santana who just looked a little less bitchy. Mr. Schue was glad to have another member around in case anyone had to quit for a particular reason or chose to leave.

"We're not doing so much a rehearsal, but I am going to explain the assignment I want done over the weekend" he explained to them.

"If it involves show tunes you can expect the best work possible" Rachel said.

"Well that's good to hear but it doesn't involve show tunes" he said and she seemed to visibly deflate at hearing that. "No this assignment is a sleepover" he said and they all looked rather confused.

"Please explain, Mr. Schue" Felix asked politely.

"I've noticed that whilst you manage to put aside your differences whilst you are up on stage, you seem to bicker a lot, not counting you just yet, Felix" he said and the other nodded. "So this is going to hopefully improve your communication and friendship with those who have a little problem with this kind of thing. Now with Matt off for the next couple of weeks on holiday, Felix will be taking his place" the Spanish teacher explained.

"How's the pairing thing going to work?" Finn asked.

"You pick from the Sacred Hat of Fate" he said rather dramatically.

"Meaning that once your partner has been chosen, that's it" Mercedes said, sounding ominous

"Heads will roll" Artie said ominously as well.

"Felix you're new, so you can kick start this whole thing" Mr. Schue said and he stood up and picked out a name from the hat.

"Mike Chang" he said with relief in his voice.

"Ahh, British tea" the other said with a grin.

"It's a stereotype"

The rest of the selection went off without too much trouble, although Rachel ended up partnered with Santana and she started to speak in her native tongue and judging by her tone and the fact that she practically spat her words out, they didn't seem like the kindest. If Rachel came back alive, it would be a bloody miracle.

"You guys have one minute to decide who's house you'll be staying in"

"My parents wouldn't really like someone staying over because of a Glee assignment. They're very traditional and believe that I should be focusing more on my studies" Mike explained.

"It's fine. My mum would want to meet you anyway. She always insists on meeting all of my friends" he said and the other nodded.

"All decided?" he asked and they all gave nods. "Excellent. Now on top of that, I want you guys to do at least one song over the weekend. Genre doesn't matter in this case but use the weekend as an opportunity to practice and choreography is totally optional" he said and Mike beamed.

First week, first friend who was also his first crush since moving here, first sleepover in another country. That didn't take long at all did it?

Song used:

Temptation (Cover by Cote de Pablo, original artist is Tom Waits)