AN: So I'm super sad that no one reviewed the first chapter. If you read, please let me know what you think! This fic is experimental and I really want to know what you guys think of it.
Just to reiterate, the cast is, I have a "cast" for this fic, which can be seen in the first chapter. This chapter introduces two new character, Mickie, who is played by Ariana Grande and Coach Sylvia, who is played by Missi Pyle.
Dianna was panting in a corner of the gym, trying to catch her breath as they took a break in cheer practice. All the cheerleaders were sweating from head to toe but Coach Sylvia and Arianna continued barking out orders throughout the break, instructing the girls on how to better relax before practice started up again. Dianna was slumped against the floor, taking sips from her water bottle when a bubbly girl with red-velvet colored hair bounced over to her.
"Hey Dianna! Practice is going great isn't it? Everyone's all tired, but we're getting better, which is great! We'll be number one in no time, all we have to do is work, work, work! I hope everyone's thinking of how to do better after the break's done, I really think we can be cheerier.", says the red-head, talking a mile a minute. Dianna looks at the peppy girl, now seemingly in deep thought, and wonders for the millionth time how she could still be so energetic.
"Yeah Mickie, whatever you say. Hey, do you know what's with Coach and Ari today? They're pushing us harder than ever." Mickie snapped out of her thoughts and smiled broadly, "Oh I think it's just because we have an audience today. See!", Mickie pointed at the lone blonde sitting on the bleachers.
Dianna raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she looked up at the miniscule redhead, "Okay, first of all, that's not an audience. That's Izzy and you know she hates cheerleading, cheerleaders, pep, and everything else that has anything to do with school spirit, fluff, or ponies. Secondly, they're working us this hard for an audience of one?", the brunette stood gingerly and took another sip from her water bottle as Mickie nodded, ponytail bobbing behind her.
"That's right. Coach says it's the amount of spirit we give the crowd that matters, not how much crowd there is to give spirit to.", this made Dianna roll her eyes. Coach Sylvia was one for platitudes, for every situation she seemed to have a life lesson to dole out. Coach Sylvia had taught them that 'An apple a day may keep the doctor away but it won't keep the lbs at bay, so don't go crazy with the fruit!' and 'Your education comes first. Or at least that's the lie you'll tell everyone outside this room.'
Dianna looked back over to the bleachers where Izzy was sitting, though it was more like fidgeting. From where she was standing it looked like Izzy was trying to balance a book on her head, and failing miserably because she dropped it, sending it tumbling down a few steps and causing a loud enough bang to draw attention to her. Dianna just smirked as her friend sheepishly picked up the book and scrambled back up the bleachers. A loud whistle ripped her from her thoughts.
"Ladies! Back on the mats, if you thought the first hour was rough you won't survive the second!", yelled the dark haired Coach Sylvia, whistle dangling from around her neck and clipboard clutched tightly in her hand, a cap thrown on her head. "What I've learned from the ghastly display thus far is that I haven't been nearly hard enough on you all. We need to work harder on your endurance, but that'll start tomorrow morning. Right now it's back to work on the Flying Crane Routine, now line up!"
All the cheerleaders quickly got into their positions, the exception being Arianna, who had taken to being Coach Sylvia's second-in-command and somewhat of a Junior Drill Sergeant. She had a keen-eye for observation and an extensive array of insults that she handed out at even the slightest misstep. Her eyes were currently locked on Dianna, who shivered in response. 'Oh no, here we go again.'
Mason Chance walked down the hallway towards the classroom that he'd been told would be his starting tomorrow. He sighed heavily as he stepped inside and turned on the lights before inspecting the desk and whiteboard. He looked out at the medium sized classroom from behind the desk. The walls were covered with posters of equations and math lessons, one wall had a cork board on it with the top scoring tests pinned to it. He sat back on the chair and in an instant it fell apart, sending him crashing to the ground.
Mason rolled to his side and inspected the pieces of what was a very comfy chair, "Perfect. Not even my first day and I'm already breaking school property.", he shook his head and uselessly tried to piece the chair back together.
"Looks like they got to you early.", said a female voice from behind him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and sending him back to the ground. He looked up to see a bespectacled redheaded woman with her hand over her mouth in shock, "Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." She held out her hand to help him up and he happily took it, "Don't worry about it, the floor's my best friend."
She looked at him curiously, eyebrows arched as he nervously chuckled, "I don't know what I meant by that, sorry. I guess I'm just a nervous and maybe a little concussed.", he smiled and rubbed the back of his head. She shook her head and offered him a kind smile, "You must be the new mathematics teacher. I'm Virginia Potts, the Librarian.", once again she held out her hand and he shook it, taking a moment to take in how pretty she was.
"I'm Mason Chance, nice to meet you. Uh, what do you mean they got to me early?", he looked at her questioningly and rested back against the desk gingerly, hoping it wouldn't collapse as well. "Oh, I meant the students. They have a habit of hazing any new faculty members. And I mean ANY new faculty members. On Mrs. Newburg's first day as Principal Kelley's secretary they glued all her office supplies to her desk and stapled all the files to the ceiling."
She nodded seriously as his eyebrows raised, his brown eyes wide, "Wow uh, they're really inventive, huh?" He chortled, looking around the room, trying to spot any other traps. Ms. Potts laughed and put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't be bothered trying to look, trust me when I tell you you'll just drive yourself crazy. They've had a lot of practice, they're like hormonal little ninjas with acne."
At this Mason laughed and relaxed a bit, crossing his arms before asking "Oh yeah? What did they do to you?", his smile dropped when he saw her shoulders stiffen. "I don't want to talk about it!" he nodded in understanding and looked back down at the pieces of the chair, "So what do I do about this?"
"Nothing really. The custodial staff is used to cleaning up messes like this, it's why their yearly bonuses are so high. You'll have a new chair before classes start tomorrow." he placed the chair's arm back down on the floor with the other pieces and let out the anxious breath he'd been holding in. "Good to know, I don't think I can afford getting on the Principal's bad side. If I haven't already."
"What do you mean?", he shrugged and kicked at the ground "It's nothing. I just said something I probably shouldn't have."
"Oh no. Did you say something about his toupee? He's sensitive about that." He shook his head quickly before responding, "No, no. Of course not, I couldn't even tell." though now that he thought about it, the hair on top of his head didn't match the hair at the back but he'd muse on this later, "I just mentioned to him that at one of the schools I used to work at I was director of a Glee club and I thought it'd be nice to bring something like that here."
Ms. Potts rested back against the wall, her arms crossed as she listened to him, "That does sound really….interesting. What did he say?", Mason made an odd face as he sucked in a breath. "He didn't really say anything. He just sort of laughed and wished me good luck." She smiled up at him and shook her head, "Well at least it wasn't a no." He laughed along with her before he continued, "I probably shouldn't have brought it up. It's just that at my old school all the kids had so much fun and they all became so close. Maybe I was just trying to make myself more comfortable."
"There's nothing wrong with that. I've been here for four years and I'm still not comfortable. Maybe after you've been here for a while he'll reconsider it. The fact that he didn't mock you or yell at you means he finds you amusing. It's demeaning but it's a plus." Mason furrowed his brows in confusion but ultimately shrugged it off. "I guess that's good."
The teachers' discussion was interrupted by the sound of sneakers shuffling and hushed voices traveling down the hallway, "Do you have the paint canisters? Good. Duck tape? Check. Alright, now all we have to do is…" A moment later two boys walked into the room, one blonde, Caucasian, and rather plump while the other was a lanky Hispanic boy. The smirks on their faces instantly dropped when they spotted the two teachers currently standing over their project.
"Jeremy, Glenn. Are you the ones who did this to Mr. Chance's chair? Is that spray paint?" As Ms. Potts looked down at the two boys over her glasses they turned to one another with worried looks on their faces before quickly dropping their gear and running away. "Oh damn it." She contemplated running after them but stopped when she heard a laugh from behind her. "Well, hopefully this means they didn't have time to set any more little surprises for me."
Ms. Potts leant down to pick up their fallen supplies, "I have to take these to the office and report them. I hope to see you tomorrow, Mr. Chance. Good luck, you might need it.", she sighed and shot him one last smile before starting on her way to the office. He watched her for a few moments before picking his bag up from the desk and heading for the exit with thoughts of his first day at Quigley High School running through his head.
From her place on the bleachers Izzy winced for what must've been the hundredth time when she saw one of the girls miss a handspring and fall flat on her face. Yet every time either the Coach or Arianna made them get right up and do it again. 'I thought this was cheerleading practice. I've seen more torture today than in Saw 23.'She winced again when she saw Dianna hit the ground. Arianna was immediately at her side, yelling down at her and showing her how to do the flip perfectly. 'Easy for her to look all haughty when she doesn't have a two-faced troll screeching in her face.'
She shook her head and turned her attention back to one of her comics, no cheerleading in there. It kept her distracted and passed the time, despite all the falls and performances time still seemed to creep by. She was so bored she'd almost lost her Algebra II book trying to balance it. Arianna blew her own whistle, drawing Izzy's attention away from her book. She called for a sixty second stretch break before getting into the final three routines. She watched as the girls mulled around and stretched and her eyes were drawn to Dianna. Gulping, she tried to look away and turn back to her comic but Dianna turned and bent over, stretching her legs.
'Oh come on. Why can't this just be over.' She finally managed to look away after berating herself again. She got back on track with her reading and before she knew it the Coach was blowing the whistle again. "Alright girls, mediocre as always. I'll see you all back here tomorrow morning. Hope for the best, be prepared for the worst! Dismissed!"
Izzy packed her books back into her bag and stood up to set off down the steps to greet a wobbly Dianna. The brunette cheerleader stumbled into Izzy, who gasped in shock and bit her lip as her friend rested against her side. "Sooooo tired Iz. Carry me.", she stepped back and held her arms out. The blonde laughed it off and went to pick up her gym bag. "This is as much as I'll carry for you, so you're out of luck" Dianna shrugged and trotted along behind Izzy, picking up her backpack as she walked out of the gym, "Wait, I need to shower first."
"No, no, no, no, no, no. I came to your "practice" and watched you all prancing around, I'm not sticking around this school and these girls a moment longer than I have to." Dianna pouted down at the shorter blonde who looked straight ahead "I'm gonna be all stinky in the car and it'll be all your fault." She crossed her arms and put on a mock glare.
Unaffected Izzy just opened the double doors that led outside, "I think I'll live. Besides, you've been stinkier." Izzy laughs as her friend slaps her on the shoulder and sneers playfully at her. They hear a honk from across the parking lot and see Dianna's mom, Rachel, sitting in the driver's seat waving at them. They both smiled up at the older woman as they drew closer. Izzy tossed Dianna's gym bag in the back and closed the door behind the brunette when she flung herself in the backseat of her mother's SUV, stretching out and resting her head on her arms.
The shorter blonde slipped into the front seat and buckled up, listening to Rachel and Dianna talk. "How was practice hun?", all Rachel got in return was a grumble, "You poor thing. Try not to fall asleep back there, I don't want you rolling off the seat.", another grumble from the exhausted brunette in the back. "Alright, I love you too." Rachel turned back to the front and smiled sideways at Izzy. "And how are you?"
Rachel never failed to make Izzy laugh by just being herself, it'd been that way since she was a baby and Auntie Rachel had shown her musicals while she played with Dianna's Gold Star plushie. "I'm good Aunt Rachel, how were auditions?" Rachel pulled out of the school parking lot and groaned, "Ugh, horrible. I just can't seem to find the right actress. Each of them has something I like but we haven't found anyone who encompasses all the charisma, instincts, voice, and coordination that we're looking for in a lead actress."
Izzy nodded her head as she listened to Rachel go on about the auditions for her play. Rachel had gone from Multiple-Time Tony Award Winning Actress to One-Time Tony Award Winning Director and she was now beginning casting on her second original production. "Don't worry Auntie Ray, you'll find the right person. You always do eventually." The older brunette smiled at the blonde teen beside her, sometimes still amazed that the girl beside her was the spawn of Santana and Brittany. She remembers watching the girl grow up and the transformation the two former cheerleaders had undergone over the years.
"Thank you Izzy. So, detention again?" The young blonde shrunk back in her seat 'Damn, I forgot about her psychic powers.' Izzy sighed and shrugged, avoiding looking at the older woman. "Well uh, you see…" she took one glance at Rachel who had her eyes set on the road but she could see a disapproving glance forming, Izzy heaved a heavy sigh "Yes I did."
This time Rachel sighed and shook her head, "This is the third time since school started Izzy. Did you skip class again?" The young blonde nodded, looking down at the floor. "The classes are all so easy." As she stopped at a red light, the Broadway brunette glanced down at the younger girl, "That's no excuse. You have to go to class and get and educ-"
"I am getting an education! All on my own! Without class! I'm one of the only kids in class who actually reads the textbooks, no matter how dry they are. A month in a half into the school year and the class is already three weeks behind. I don't think it's fair that I have to sit through a lesson I understood the first time and have passed by." Izzy interrupted before quieting down again, slumping back in her seat and crossing her arms. "Sorry."
Seeing the pout forming on the blonde's face Rachel couldn't help but think how much like Santana she looked at the moment. From the back she heard Dianna shift in her seat, "It's kind of true mom. Izzy's a complete wiz plus this time she only skipped math. When're you gonna use that?" the brunette cheerleader shrugged before sitting back. Rachel rolled her eyes at her daughter's obvious dislike of the subject.
"I'm not doubting Izzy intelligence and I understand how difficult it can be to deal with peers you're far superior to but we all have our crosses to bear. By the way Dianna, do I need to start checking your math homework?" She looked back at her daughter with a grin on her face as the younger brunette's eyes widened and she pretended to lull back to sleep. "Look Izzy, I don't want to tell you what to do. That's your mothers' jobs, just like it's your job to pretend to ignore parental advice until it's convenient for you. Just go to class."
The blonde nodded as they pulled to a stop in front of her house, "I'll take it under advisement. Thanks for the ride Auntie Ray." She leaned over to hug the older woman, "Have a joyous morning workout Di." She smiled as she looked back at the cheerleader who merely shook her head "You're so cute, you know that shortie? See you tomorrow. In class I hope." She held her hands together in a 'prayer' motion making the other girl laugh as she stepped out of the car.
Izzy walked up the steps, a small blush on her cheeks as she looked back to see Dianna waving goofily at her from the back seat, and used her key to unlock the door, throwing her messenger bag and jacket near the vicinity of the coat rack before making her way further into the house and taking a small whiff of the air. Smiling she made a beeline for the kitchen, making sure to lean over the back of the couch to ruffle her 8-Year Old brother's hair, "What's up runt?" He groaned and brushed his hair back into place, his eyes never leaving the television.
Walking into the kitchen she was greeted by the sight of Santana pressing Brittany against the kitchen counter, dropping kisses along her collarbone as the older blonde smiled and giggled. "Mami, Mama! Cut that out! We have rules about that in this household, no necking in any of the rooms used by everyone."
Brittany just laughed and moved back over to the stove to check on the rice as Santana grumbled and went to the drawers, "You know all I ask is for a little alone time with my wife in the kitchen but no, there's always this tiny blonde moocher running around my house complaining about being scarred for life." The Latina shook her head as she set the silverware down at the table.
"You know Mami, I wouldn't complain as much if my mothers didn't try to have their 'alone time' in every room in the house." Said the young blonde as she set the plates down on the table. "We wouldn't have to keep trying different rooms if you didn't keep walking in. Ever since you were little you really got around a lot for having such little legs." Santana smiled down at her daughter as she took her place at the table.
Izzy huffed as she sat down to her mother's right, before she could open her mouth to reply her other mother intervened and placed a pot of rice down in the middle of the table "Okay you two, stop the violence. You two or so alike sometimes I forget you came from me." She smiled and rolled her eyes when she heard the simultaneous 'No we're not!' from the table, "Gabe! Shut that off, dinner's ready." Brittany took her place at the table, sitting across from Santana as the shaggy haired, tan skinned brunette eight year old walked in and hopped up into his seat.
Once they were each served they began digging in when Gabe spoke up, "Mama, do you and Mami lick each other?" Two pairs of eyes widened and one very loud cackle could be heard from the youngest female at the table as Santana spat some rice and meat back onto her plate. Seemingly unfazed by the question Brittany just looked down at the little boy "Why do you ask?"
"Well since most animals don't have lips and can't kiss they do other stuff like rub noses or lick each other's faces, like dogs and cats." Santana breathed a huge sigh of relief and shot a glare in Izzy's direction as the teen calmed a bit, wiping a tear from her eye and pointing at the look on her mother's face. Brittany just smiled down at her son, "That's right, was that what you were watching?"
His messy mop shook as he nodded his head, "Yeah, they were showing a bunch of answers to questions about animals. They showed bonobo monkeys and dogs and squirrels and horses and giraffes. They showed ducks too but they said ducks don't nuzzle, whatever that is, to show they like each other. They said they just do it to clean each other." The brown eyed boy looked crestfallen as he took another bite of meat as he looked up at his mother.
"Well sometimes the Discovery Channel is wrong. Ducks show affection the same way all animals do." She smiled and nodded, shooting a look at Santana who smiled back. From the other corner of the table they heard gagging noises and turned to see their daughter mock vomiting into her food. Both rolled their eyes before the attention turned back to their little boy, who had a satisfied smile on his face.
"Well look who's all jokes tonight. If you put as much work into getting to class as you did into making up these jokes you wouldn't have gotten detention again." Izzy looked between her mothers, first to Santana who had a critical look on her face then to Brittany who shrugged, "Your teacher called me earlier to let me know." The older blonde stood up to start clearing the table and Izzy was quickly on her feet helping, hoping to avoid the look her Mami was giving her.
She dumped a few plates into the sink when Brittany leaned over to whisper, "Be glad I was able to calm her down, but please don't let it happen again." She placed the last plate in the sink with the silverware and smoothed out a lock of the younger girl's hair before moving away and calling for Gabe to come into the living room with her. Izzy slowly turned to look back at her mother. "Oh come on now, have I ever bit your head off for this?"
Izzy put her thumb and forefinger mere centimeters apart, "A little bit." she said nervously as Santana shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Look you know I'm mad so lets skip that part. You can tell your Mama is disappointed so we can skip that and you can go right to feeling guilty. So all that's left is the punishment." Santana stood and moved to the sink to help Izzy start washing the dishes as the blonde gulped, thinking 'Woe is me.'
AN: And that was Chapter Two. I know not a whole lot happened but I'm just trying to set the stage for everything and flesh out some of the main characters a bit. Please, please review? I want to know what you guys think.