Puck walked down the hall like he owned the place. The Cheerio's checked him out, the jocks nodded at him, and everyone else refused to meet his gaze.

Puck ran the school.

He turned the corner and smacked into someone.

"What gives, man?" Puck barked. "Don't you watch where you're going?"

"What's up Puckerman?" a familiar voice asked.

Puck looked into the brown eyes of Bryce Ross-Johnson, his old cellmate in juvie.

"What are you doing here?" Puck asked continuing to walk down the hall.

"Parole. Moved in with my auntie. She lives not too far from the school. My mom thought it would be best for me to get away from all the, as she put it, temptations Cleveland offered me." Bryce explained, following Puck.


Matheus walked down the hall, trying to find his Spanish class. Being only four foot nine, people were bumping into him and he was having a hard time trying to see around people to see the class room numbers.

"Excuse me?" Matheus said to a girl at her locker. "Do you know where room two thirty one is?"

She didn't say anything, probably because she hadn't heard him. She shut her locker and headed down the hall, the way he had just came.

Matheus turned around and smacked into a jock. He fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said, pushing himself up.

"You're gonna be." The jock said.

The warning bell rang.

"You're lucky." He said, dumping a blue slushie over his head and took off down the hall.

Matheus wiped the blue syrup off his glasses with his fingers. The cold, syrupy drink burned as it dripped into his eyes.

He felt someone put to hands on his shoulder and guide him into a bathroom. It smelt clean.

"This is the girls bathroom." He said, rubbing his eyes, trying to get them to stop hurting.

"I know." She said, taking his backpack from him.

She set it on the floor and pushed him against the sink. She leaned him over, turned the water on and rinsed the slushie out of his hair.

Once it was all out of his hair, the girl turned him around. She was wearing a red and white cheerleading outfit. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her bangs were slicked to the left.

She picked him up and set him on the sink. Matheus let her wipe his face with a wet paper towel and clean his glasses of. She gently slid his cleaned glasses back onto his face.

Matheus's heart melted when he looked into her blue eyes.

She smiled back at him and rubbed his black hair until it was damp.

"There you go. All clean." She said, throwing a mound of paper towels in the trash.

"Thank you." Matheus said.

"Anytime." She said, kissing his cheek.

She picked him upset him on the floor and handed him his backpack, which she had also cleaned up. She put her arm around him and led him out of the bathroom.

"I'm Brittany by the way." She said, once they were in the hall.

The hallway was empty except for them.

"Class has started…shit. We'll need to go to the office and get late notes." Brittany said.

She led him down the stairs and to the front office, her arm still around him.

Matheus was in a daze as Brittany talked to the secretary explaining what had happened.

"What's your name?" Brittany asked, looking down at Matheus.

"Uhm…Matheus Fernandes." He said, liking that she kept her arm around him.

The secretary handed them their notes and Brittany led Matheus out of the office.

"I'll see you around." Brittany smiled, walking down the hall, leaving Matheus standing like a statue in the middle of the hall.

She was halfway down the hall when he realized he still had no idea where his class was.

"Wait, Brittany." He called, running to catch up with her. "I don't know where my class it."

"What's your next class?" she asked, putting her arm around him.

"Spanish 3-4 with Mr.…Sch…" Matheus tried to sound out the weird name.

"Schuester." Brittany smiled. "He's also the glee club teacher."

Brittany led Matheus upstairs.

"Here you go, Matheus. Spanish class with Mr. Schue." Brittany said, stopping outside a door. "See you around."

"Bye Brittany." He swooned, leaning against the lockers.

He watcher he walked down the hallway. She walked on her toes and her hips swished back and forth as she walked.

Matheus's heart pounded hard against his ribcage and loud in his ears. He knew his cheeks were flushed redder then a tomato.

Once he calmed down and regained his composer he walked into the Spanish class.

"Well Matheus," Mr. Schue said, folding the note and dropping it on his desk. "Why don't you take a seat by Santana? Santana raise your hand."

A Latina girl in a cheerleading uniform raised her hand. Matheus sat down quietly beside her. He sat criss cross in his chair, hating that his feet dangled.

"You have something on your cheek." Santana whispered to him.

Matheus gave her a confused look.

Santana pulled a small mirror out of her backpack, wiped it on her chest and held it in front of Matheus. There it was, plain as day, a pink pair of lips were on his cheek.

"Who's been kissing on you?" Santana teased, putting her mirror away.

"A cheerleader named Brittany." Matheus said, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"I know Brittany. She's my bestie. Why was she kissing on you?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Someone dumped a slushie on me…she cleaned me up then kissed my cheek." Matheus said, looking down at his hands.

"That explains it. Brittany always means well, and she hates people getting slushied." Santana smiled.

"Does she clean everybody up?" Matheus asked.

"Never, it's usually Quinn…you must be something special shorty." Santana said.

Matheus couldn't hide his smile, thinking that he finally meant something to someone who wasn't his parents made his heart soar.