Hi, Nicole here.
I just wanted to take this chance to clear up a little bit of a mistake that I made. This fanfic is not really one for Blaine/Quinn. I put them as the two characters because they both have strong ties to my OC, and they'll be the main ones as the story progresses. But this isn't Blaine and Quinn having a relationship or anything in here, so I just wanted to clear that up. Sorry for the confusion and/or disappointment!
"Wake up, slut bag." Quinn's harsh, cold voice echoed through her sister's room the following morning. Lindsay sat up and scowled at the wall before dragging herself out of bed, shoving her feet into a pair of slippers and pulling her hair up into a sloppy bun. She rubbed her eyes and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen like nothing had been said.
"Good morning, bitch face." Lindsay hissed as she passed her sister in the kitchen. Quinn looked up at her in disbelief, eyeing her as she made her way to the refrigerator. She grabbed out the skim milk and set it on the counter, then rifled through all of the cabinets, occasionally grunting as she did so.
"Where the hell are your Lucky Charms?" She grumbled.
"We don't have Lucky Charms, fat ass." Quinn replied.
"I'm not the one who had to drop almost a hundred pounds." Her sister snapped.
"I've overcome that obstacle, and I'm skinny now. I'm absolutely fine." She said.
"And so am I, so get off my case." Lindsay slammed the cabinet door shut, then mumbled something about no one having any decent food lately. She took a cup down from a different cabinet and filled it up with skim milk, then reached into the fridge, put in the milk and took out an egg.
"You know how to cook?" Quinn asked.
"They teach you some valuable things in boarding school." Lindsay said.
"Like how to make scrambled eggs?" There was a pause, and then Quinn stood up, pushing her chair back behind her. "Have fun with those. I'll see you at school."
Lindsay froze for a moment, and then faced her sister. "Wait, when does that start?"
"Eight thirty. Don't be late." Lindsay nodded and looked down at her eggs, staring at them for a second, and then frowning at them.
"Stupid chicken; you're going to make me late for school." She grabbed the pan handle and opened the garbage can, dumping what had been the beginnings of a breakfast into the black pit.
"…so we're getting together this weekend still, right?" Kurt asked.
"This weekend… Oh, darn it, Kurt! I totally spaced it. I'm so sorry. I called Lindsay, we got talking, and we planned to spend the weekend catching up." Blaine's voice was soft and apologetic, and as much as Kurt tried, he couldn't be truly upset with him.
"It's fine Blaine, really. I completely understand." He nodded as he said it, as if he had to convince himself.
"You know what? Come with me on Saturday. You two can meet each other, and then I won't feel so bad for forgetting about our plans." He said. Kurt smiled on the other end, and he silently thanked the stork who dropped off Blaine for giving him the gift of compromise.
"That sounds like a great plan to me." The smile in his voice was noticeable, but Blaine didn't mention it. "So what are we doing, then?"
"Well, Hey Monday's in town for a show, so I thought we could go see them." Blaine suggested. There was silence on the other end of the line, and he sighed. "Kurt, do you remember 'Candles?' That was Hey Monday."
Kurt's eyes lit up when he heard the song name, and he then remembered hearing the band's name being mentioned.
"Sure! That sounds…different. Let's do it." Kurt suddenly felt a bit more adventurous than he had before. He'd never been to a rock concert before, so it would be a…different experience.
"Great. I'll get tickets and let Lindsay know," Blaine smiled to himself, glad that Kurt had agreed to do something so out of his comfort zone.
"Okay. Well, I have to get to class, so I'll text you later." Kurt said, his voice dropping down a couple notes from disappointment.
"So do I. I'll talk to you later, Kurt." Blaine's smile was concreted onto his face even when he hung up the phone, and Wes and David snorted as they walked past him.
The choir room was in its normal state of chaos when Quinn walked inside. Kurt was sitting next to Mercedes and Tina, discussing the newest trends that were on the runway who knows when. Finn, Sam and Puck sat together discussing the basketball game that they had watched the previous night, and Mike Chang stood in the center of the room, dancing to a beat that one of the drummers had going. Santana and Brittany were in the corner, with Brittany looking confused, and Santana looking like she was about to hit someone. Quinn smiled and sat down next to Finn, leaning her head against his chest. He turned away from his sports conversation to look down at his girlfriend and give her one of his small smiles.
"Hey." He said.
"…hey." She replied with a laugh barely escaping her lips. Finn pulled her up so she was sitting up and kissed her quickly, pulling away just as Mr. Schuester walked into the room.
"Hello and good morning to all!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed when he walked into the classroom.
"Good morning, Mr. Schue." The club said, in unison and monotone. Mr. Schuester walked up to the whiteboard and scribbled two words on the board in red Expo marker and stepped away.
"Fresh. Starts." He stood in front of the group of teenagers with a grin on his face and his hands on his hips. "Can somebody give me an example of a fresh start?"
There was a quiet knock on the door, but because of the silence of the glee club, everyone heard it. Their heads whipped to the direction of the door, where they saw a small, beautiful girl standing in the doorway.
"Um, hi. I, just transferred here, so I'm kind of lost. Is this glee club?" Lindsay looked up and around the room, scanning it for her sister.
"You came to the right place." Mr. Schue placed a warm hand on her back, leading her in and spreading his hand in front of her like he was giving her a tour of the ancient pyramids.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." Quinn said coldly. Lindsay laughed and stood in front of the piano, smiling at everybody.
"Sorry. My name is Lindsay," She said, pausing and then smirking before she added the last sentence. "Lindsay Fabray."
The room broke out into loud whispers and looks pointed in the newcomer's direction. Lindsay stood with her arms crossed over her chest and a smile spread across her face. This was the kind of chaos that she loved to create, and it was just beginning.
While everyone was gaping at the scandal that had just walked into the room, a fashionably dressed boy stood up from his seat and walked up to her, standing with one hip jutted out, one hand over his chest, and one resting on his cheek.
"I'm sorry to approach you like this, but can I say that I saw you at the talent show, and you were just fantastic." He flashed the new girl a sincere smile, which she returned.
"Thanks." She took a breath and looked the boy over, noting his stunning blue eyes and soft facial features. His hair was done up perfectly, and she couldn't find one single hair out of place. Her smile grew on her face as she realized who was standing before her. "Are you Kurt Hummel?"
He was surprised that she knew who he was. Besides glee club performances, he didn't really go public with his talent like others did.
"Yes, I'm Kurt." He raised an eyebrow at her. "And how would you know of me?"
"Oh, my friend Blaine talks about you all the time," she said, her tone changing a bit. "And I saw you two together at the talent show."
"He talked me into going." Kurt told her. "I don't like going to those things, but he thought it would be fun."
"Well I'm glad you did." Her smile was so warm and sincere, and Kurt wondered why Blaine had warned him about her at all. She seemed like she was nice enough.
"Alright, everybody, calm down." Mr. Schuester hushed the classroom, waited for Kurt to return to his seat, and then he turned to Lindsay. "Lindsay, would you mind performing a song for us? We let anyone join, really, but we require an audition."
"I already have something prepared." She flashed him a winning smile and turned to the band, whispering in their ears the song that she would perform for this new group of people.
She took a breath and closed her eyes, opening them as she sang the first note and the band started playing.
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
She moved her gaze so she looked directly at everyone in the room, making sure that they were all paying attention and understanding her.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,
Miss knowing it's all good,
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimate, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
As the music did a decrescendo, she took a deep breath and kept on going, and it seemed to most of the glee clubbers that she was trying not to cry. She hadn't even been here for a few minutes, and she was already becoming one of them.
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself, you are wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated, look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, let's see you do the same
Oh, oh
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try, try, try
But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics cuz they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Strange ourselves, and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Yeah
Oh pretty, pretty please
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
You're perfect
You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
There was a long silence, and Lindsay stood nervously in front of the room, waiting to hear something—anything—from these unfamiliar people. They looked around at each other with smiles on their faces, but she was unsure if they were good or bad smiles. All of sudden, they turned their gazes to Mr. Schuester, who smiled and walked over to Lindsay, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Lindsay…" He closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them up and clapping her on the shoulder. "Welcome to the New Directions!"
"Blaine, you wouldn't believe it." Lindsay flipped her wavy blonde hair behind her shoulder, then tucked a strand behind her red knitted hat. "I sang one song, and they just looked at each other and decided with their eyes."
"That's great. I'm glad you're actually involved with something now." He smiled at her, but she paid no attention to him. Her eyes were staring across the room, burning a hole in Noah Puckerman's mohawk. A smile played across her lips, and Kurt saw a look in her eyes that he recognized a lot with Santana.
"Oh, no…" Puck stood up and started walking across the room, and Lindsay's smile grew bigger and bigger. She took a sip of her coffee and stood up, brushing nothing off of her black military jacket.
"Excuse me, boys. I've got some business to attend to." She winked at them and pushed her chair in, strutting out of the coffee shop and after Puck.
Kurt waited to make sure she was out of earshot before he rolled his eyes and turned back to Blaine, who was smiling and nodding.
"Same old Lindsay…"
"She does this a lot?" Kurt asked, shock in his voice.
"All the time; if she sees something she likes, she has to have it." Blaine explained.
"You say that as if she sees guys as objects." Kurt was horrified.
"She's more like a male than a female when it comes to sexual relations, really."
"Would you know?" Kurt's voice was softer now, and he wanted to take the words back immediately as they came out of his mouth.
"Kurt, I'm gay. With a capital 'G,' and that's not going to change anytime soon."
"I'm not asking if it's going to change, I'm asking if you were ever with her."
"No!" Blaine's face contorted, and Kurt knew that he had upset him.
"Blaine, I'm sorry." He reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it as he saw Lindsay reenter the shop.
"Hey, boys, how's it going? What did I miss?" She sat down and slipped her coat off, acting completely nonchalant. Kurt looked back to Blaine, who just shook his head in an "I'll explain later" fashion.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Blaine asked her.
"Sort of…" She adjusted her fingerless gloves and sipped her coffee again, as if she had never left the building.
"Sort of?" He gave her a look. She rolled her eyes and scoffed with a look of disgust on her face.
"He tasted like burgers." She crossed her legs and scanned the room again, looking for another target, Blaine knew. He reached across the table with his free hand and turned her face back to his direction, where their eyes locked.
"That's all for today, Lin." He told her. She pouted and downed the last of her coffee, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Fine," she said. "But you get to pay for my next coffee and my ticket into the concert."
"Deal."