Hi this is like my first fanfiction and it Puck/ooc and a bunch of other untraditional pairings. It starts in the first season the first episode. Without further waiting here is the story:
I can not believe this shit. My brother and I have been waiting for an hour for someone to help us. Our cousin Rachel ditched us at the main office, muttering about a "glee" club audition and wanting to miss a slushie facial. I wanted to punch her. At five o' clock in the morning she woke me up singing the song she is auditioning with, telling me she wants me to play the piano for her this instance so she can practice with real music in the background. Like last night wasn't bad enough when she made me play for that stupid video she puts online EVERY night. I told her that the only way I am doing it is if she makes sure I am out of the video's range and she doesn't mention my name. Rachel complied, but she didn't understand why, saying that when she is discovered don't I want some credit. I plainly told her no thanks.
"Hello. Are you the Georges? Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but the principal is ready to see you now," said a small lady I assumed was the secretary.
My brother was already standing up looking down on me with a smirk on his face. I stood up, the leather seat making a squeaky noise as my butt parted with it.
"Took you long enough" I said with a bitchy attitude that made both the secretary and my brother frown at me. My brother shot me a look telling me to keep my attitude in check or else. Or at least I think that is what it meant because he still had his sunglasses on, making it impossible for me to see his green eyes that mirrored my own.
I plastered a fake ass smile on my face and said kindly (or I hope it was) "But that's okay, just make sure it doesn't happen again"
The secretary's frown did not lessen but she led us to the principal's office. On the door it had a gold plate on it that read "Principal Figgins". All of a sudden the door swung open and out walked a Mohawk god. He caught me looking at him and winked. Cockiness and arrogance oozed out of him, turning me off instantly. I sneered and turned my head away from him.
After the Mohawk kid came a middle aged Indian man who I suspected was the principal. He looked tired, but brightened up after he saw us.
"Are these the new students, Emma?" Principal Figgins asked the secretary.
"Yes they are. Freddie and Marc, right?" Emma turned to us waiting for confirmation.
I just stared at her, not answering. I didn't want to anyone know to our names. It isn't like we are going to be here long. My parents are going to come to their senses and we will be on an airplane back to New York City.
My brother realizing I wasn't going to answer nodded and agreed. Marc glared at me. I could tell he was annoyed by me because the vein on his forehead started to throb. He and my dad share this trait. And just what I do with my dad I shrugged as though I wasn't doing it on purpose, even though I was. Principal Figgins watched the confrontation and decided to interrupt it.
"Well come on in and make yourselves comfortable"
My brother and I sat on chairs that were right next to each other that were like the ones in the main office. Principal Figgins sat in the chair behind the big oak desk and Emma stood next to him. He took out a file from in his desk, cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Now I just want to welcome you to William McKinley High School. It says here you guys transferred here from, ohhh, Stuyvesant in New York City. I know that is a very prestigious school and McKinley High seems dim compared to it, but I assure you your education will be just as good as it was at Stuyvesant. It also says that you are related to one of our students here, Rachel Berry. Is that correct?"
God, what doesn't that file tell him? Next thing you know he is going to tell me when was the first time I had my period.
"Correct" Marc answered, not even waiting anymore for me to answer.
"She is the one with all the gold star stickers, right?'
Ugh. Don't even start on those stickers. This morning, there was a muffin on the counter for me. Half way through eating it I start to choke. After getting the Heimlich I cough up, guess what, a gold star sticker. Rachel had put one on top of the muffin, which I had missed. She sang me an apology and offered me another muffin, sticker free, which I took. I mean how I was supposed to deny a free muffin.
"Yeah that's her" I said with a chuckle.
Everyone in the room stared at me because that was the first sentence I have said without an attitude since stepping into this school. I sighed and told myself that while I was here I should at least make an effort to be nice.
"So", I said, "do you have our schedules?'
Principal Figgins fumbled and took out to pieces of paper and handed us each one.
I looked at mine and turned to compare it with my brother's. I had Spanish first period, and then Science, Social Studies, Free Period, Lunch, Math, and then Language Arts last. Marc had French, Social Studies, Science, Free Period, Lunch, Math, and Language Arts. I was very happy. We shared four periods together, which was a big improvement from at our old school, where we shared none. We shared a grin together. After hearing another throat clearing we turned back to Principal Figgins.
"Well if that is all then I suggest you get what you need and hurry, because first period is starting soon."
Marc and I thanked him and got up to leave. Just as we were about to leave a man with curly short brown hair wearing a sweater type thing walked in. He turned to Emma and gave her a flirty smile. He turned to Principal Figgins and started to talk about the glee club and how he wants to take over it. Before he could continue, Principal Figgins interrupted him and introduced us to him.
"Will, this is Freddie and her brother Marc, they are new to this school. Freddie this is Will Schuester, your Spanish teacher."
I greeted and waved goodbye to the grownups, and followed my brother out the main office and into the parking lot so we could get our bags in the car. As we were walking to the car, we could hear a bell in the distance ringing. We didn't walk any faster to our car and when we were in the car looking for our stuff there was no rush. I think both of us were nervous and were trying to stall the inevitable.
Finally, when we gathered everything we started to walk back to class. As we passed the dumpster we could rattling and a faint help. I turned to my brother and he shrugged. Taking that as a let's look. I walked to the dumpster and opened the lid. Laying there was a small pale teenage boy in very expensive and fashionable clothing. I stuck my hand out and the boy grabbed it pulling himself out.
When he was finally out, all of us stood there awkwardly waiting for someone to speak. The boy broke the silence.
"Thank you. You must be new since I haven't seen you around, and I would of, believe me I would of, it is a VERY small school" the boy said, his high-pitched voice shocking me.
"Um. You're welcome. Is this bag?" Marc held up what looked more like a man purse than a bag.
"Why yes it is. Thank you again. I'm Kurt by the way" Kurt smiled as he walked away, well really strutted.
"Bye Kurt!" my brother waved like a dork at Kurt's back.
I smirked and walked into the building.