A/N: This is probably my first non-slash story in a long while. I wanted someone to stand up for Rory through almost the whole Pot o' Gold episode. I know Finn did towards the end, but still; so here's a Rory/Dean (in short, me) bromance, as much as I'd love a romance with Damian. And yes, the story will put events out of order.
My name is Dean, Dean Lance Easton; I'm 15 years old and the new kid at William McKinley High School. My mom just moved us (her, me, and my sister, Julianne) here from Pittsburgh. The first thing I learned about this school was that the hockey team consists of a bunch of mulleted douchebags. I saw one knock a cell phone from the hand of a boy in a green shirt. I picked up the phone and handed it to the boy, who looked like he was about to cry.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess," he replied; he had a really thick Irish accent.
"I'm Dean, I'm new here," I extended my hand to the boy, only to get thrown against a locker by one of the hockey guys, who high-fived his buddy as he walked away.
"Faggot," the guy called back. I got up off the floor, brushed myself off, and pushed a lock of hair from my eyes.
"Hey, meatstick," I called.
"What'd you say to me?" the guy turned and glared at me.
"You as deaf as you are dumb?" I retorted.
The guy sauntered back over; I heard a sharp intake of breath from many of the surrounding students. He grabbed my collar and pinned me to a locker; I never took my eyes off him.
"Say that again," he said, tightening his grip.
"I didn't say anything," I just looked back at him.
"That's what I thought," the guy shoved me and turned, but not before I pushed him back. Two of his thugs grabbed me and hauled me into the locker room as I saw the guy shove the Irish boy and walk towards me; he was wearing a sadistic grin.
"So you're new here?" the guy smirked and slapped me lightly across the face. I just nodded, glaring daggers at him. "Then you don't know who runs this school," he grabbed my hair and pinned me against the wall. "It's time for your first lesson." The guy raised his fist and readied to punch me when I saw a really tall boy and one in a wheelchair watching me.
"Leave him alone," the tall boy said.
"Shut up, Frankenteen, and go back to your faggy Glee club," the guy snapped.
"Kick his ass, Rick," a thug snickered.
"Hey! What the hell is going on in here?" a voice boomed. I saw a tall, muscular woman enter the room; the guy named Rick let go of me and walked out, his two thugs in tow.
"I'm watching you, Nelson!" the woman called.
"Thanks, all of you," I said, keeping my eyes down.
"Hudson, Abrams, make sure the kid gets to class," the woman said and she left.
"I'm Finn, this is Artie," the tall boy introduced himself and motioned to the boy in the wheelchair.
"I'm Dean," I said, walking between them, holding my left arm, which had been slammed against the wall. "You guys in the Glee club?" I asked. Finn nodded and walked faster, I looked up to see a brown-haired girl at the end of the hall.
"That's Rachel, his girlfriend," Artie explained.
"Can I audition for the Glee club?" I looked down at Artie hopefully. I was always in the school musicals back in Pittsburg.
"Yeah, come on," Artie rolled in front of me. I kept a wary eye out for the hockey jerks.
