First of all, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited, alerted, or just plain read the first chapter! I'm sorry for any mistakes that I made. I'm typing this fic without spell check (my laptop's whack). Anywhooo, this chapter skips forward to Bree's first day at McKinley and lets you get to know her a bit more. Also, if you see any line breaks (the grey line after my author's notes) during the story, it's when I'm switching POVs. It won't happen often, but I'll make sure you know how it is when it does. This chapter will be a little bit slower paced but, like chapters in a book, the first and second chapters are mostly informatory.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Glee? I'm a teenager on a fansite. Get real. :) I also don't own any songs sung in this fic or two characters mentioned in this chapter. I do own Bree, Lucas, Ivy, and Sabrina.
"Bree, c'mon, get up!" I faintly heard Blaine call from downstairs. I groaned, not even opening my eyes. It was too early for the first day of school.
"Bree," he said, walking in after about two more minutes of waiting. I buried my heard in the pillow as he gently shook me and sung, "It's time to get up in the moooorniiing," over and over.
"Gooo awaaaay," I mumbled, hitting him lightly with a pillow. Unlike him, I was not a morning person.
"Fine, if you won't get up, I'll torture you until you do," he stated. He took a deep breath, plugged his nose slightly, and started singing the most annoying song ever.
"It's Friday, Friday!
Gotta get down on Friday!
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend!
Friday, Friday!
Gettin' down on Friday!
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend!"
I shrieked, "I'm up, I'm up!" I jump out of bed. "Stop!" He continued, though, his plugged-nose making him sounds nasally and weird.
"Partyin', partyin', yeah!
Partyin', partyin', YEAH!"
I scowled and tackled him as he chuckled. "I'm awake! Get out!" I pushed him towards the door and he left as I breathed a sigh of relief at the silence. I guessed it was time to get ready.
I walked to the bathroom in my room and slashed some water in my face to wake myself up more, then headed to my closet. Soon, I was dressed in knee-length jean shorts with a black belt, a red off-the-should shirt, and black, (slightly) sequined high top converse.
I walked back to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had the same skin color and dark brown/black hair as the rest of the Anderson family. I stare long and hard at the hazel-eyed girl looking back at me, with the full lips, white teeth, and small nose. I liked the way that I looked, but I felt like I looked a bit... plain.
I sighed and grabbed a brush and started unknotting my thick wavy hair with it. It was down to my lower-mid back, not quite my butt, and it's been like that for years. I haven't had a haircut, besides cutting off split-ends and bangs, for years. My bangs were always pushed to both sides of my face, with my part down the middle emphasizing my slight widow's peak. I decided that I would just put my hair in a single braid down the middle today.
I glanced at myself in the mirror quickly. Make-up? I chuckled at the silly thought (silly for me, at least). Uh, no thanks.
"Bree!" I heard someone, Mother this time, call. "You're going to be late if you don't hurry, honey lamb!"
I grabbed my grey tote bag off the counter and started towards the door. I noticed my black flat cap with a bit of sequince on it. I thought it over for a second, put it on my head, and then jogged downstairs.
"Honey, you couldn't have put on at least a bit of make-up?" Mom asked, handing me a plate with two pieces of freshly buttered toast. Dad must have already left for work.
"You sayin' I'm ugly, Momma?" I said, raising an eyebrow and sticking out my lip in a pout. She looked horrified for a moment, thinking she'd offended me, before I took a quick bite of toast and smiled at her. "I'm kidding, Ma. You know I'm not the make-up type. Besides, I let you pick out my shirt."
"Nice hat, kiddo," Blaine said, tapping my head, "But hurry up and finish eating, because Kurt's driving us both to school today." Since Blaine let Dalton, he stopped putting gel in his hair and let his curls out. David and Wes, who he was close with at Dalton, so they still visited, preferred it like this. I always thought he looked better and more casual like that, but Momma liked it better with gel.
Right as I shoved the last piece of toast into my mouth, I heard a horn from outside. I rolled my eyes as Blaine rushed me towards the door, grabbing my bag for me. I saw Kurt waiting in his red Navigator, a smile on his face when he saw Blaine. I followed behind him as he threw my bag into the back seat of Kurt's car, entering the back myself. "Hello, Bree," said my brother's boyfriend.
I nodded at him, and then glared slightly when Blaine wasn't looking. "Hi, Kurt."
He returned my glare for a second. Kurt and I weren't exactly fond of each other. We were okay when he and Blaine were just friends, I guess, but not when they became a couple. Then, I realized that Kurt was not good enough for Blaine. He was way to girly, flamboyant, and sensitive. He wasn't even that good looking, and I know that Blaine could do better.
Ever since they got together, Blaine started spending less and less time with me. I understand how he was almost an adult and that our lives shouldn't revolve around each other, but I do like spending some time with him. He started coming home on weekends from Dalton less to be with Kurt. When Kurt transferred back to McKinley last year, Blaine went back to coming home every weekend, but only to spend most of his time with Kurt. They spent a lot of time together in the summer, too, seeing as their relationship was still in the honeymoon phase. I will admit that I did get a bit more time with Blaine in the summer, though. It had been almost a year since our monthly Harry Potter Marathon…
As a result of spending less time together, Blaine and I grew slightly apart. We were still close, but he didn't know everything about me anymore, and I doubted I knew everything about him. I missed my big brother.
"Is that the hat that I got you for your fourteenth birthday?" Kurt said, breaking me away from my thoughts. I took off the hat and examined it, the memory suddenly coming back to me. I nodded. "Well, it looks good and it matches your shoes."
"Thanks…" My ears perked up when I heared a very familiar tune playing in the background from the radio and I smiled. "I love this song! Turn it up, turn it up!"
Blaine and Kurt both reached for the dial at the same time and their hands brushed, making both boys blushed lightly. Get a room, I thought before Kurt finally turned the music up. I couldn't help but sing along.
"We're goin' at it tonight, tonight!
There's a party on the rooftop,
Top of the world tonight, tonight!
We're dancin' on the edge of the Hollywood sign.
I don't know if I'll make it,
But watch how good I'll fake it.
It's all right, alright, tonight, tonight!"
I started humming along to the next line of the song when I noticed Blaine staring at me and Kurt looking at me through the rearview mirror. "Oh, sorry," I said sheepishly.
"Don't be sorry, sis!" Blaine said, looking at me like her did when he had solved the Pottermore day one clue. [1] "That was great!"
"Do you like to sing?" asked Kurt, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Yes, but usually not in front of others," I replied. "I guess I'm just comfortable around you both enough to sing a little bit," I continued in a sweet voice, batting my eyelashes at him, to which he scowled at, not that Blaine ex-Warbler noticed.
"Do you want to join the Glee club at McKinley?" my brother asked. "Auditions are always held after the second schoo on the second day and you can sign up anytime during the first or second day, right, Kurt?"
"That's right," said Kurt as the car slowed down into a parking spot. "We're here! Andersons, I welcome you to McKinley!"
The school was decently big, and looked clean enough, but I felt that familiar buzz of nervousness and excitement that I always felt on my first day of school. I quickly said goodbye to my brother (oops… did I forget Kurt?) and wandered around the outside of the school, seeing st we were just a bit early.
Should I really audition for a glee club? I had heard that it's practically social suicide at this school. Did I really want to be that low before I'd even started? I did like to sing, though. I knew for sure that Blaine would join, but they wouldn't make him audition since they knew he was on the Warblers. This would be another chance to get my brother back, too… Maybe I will audi-
My thoughts were cut off by me falling and almost face planting into the ground. I heard a faint sarcastic, "Oops…" on my way down. Needless to say, the fall to the concrete hurt and I knew that my hip would be bruised tomorrow and my knees would be scratched up.
Some other students chuckled as I looked up to see who tripped me. It was a girl with straight platinum blonde hair down to her shoulder blades, icy cold blue eyes, a pretty face, and an even skin tone. She looked about 5'5" and was wearing a cheerleading uniform (she must have been part of the Cheerios). She giggled. "Watch where you're going, freshmeat!" She must have been a senior.
Some of the people around us laughed as I glared at her, but I didn't say anything and I took a deep breath. My temper got me in trouble a lot, so it was best that I didn't say anything.
"Nothing to say?" the blondie said condescendingly. She bent slightly to get closer to me, "what's your name, oompa loompa?"
"Bree Anderson."
"Anderson? Oh, your brother is Blaine, that fairy Kurt Hummel's boyfriend," she stated, a perfectly-shaped eyebrow almost touching her hairline. She leaned closer and whispered right in my ear. "Are you a fag, too? Like your brother?"
That had pushed me over the edge. "Listen, Miss Bitch, I don't know who you think you are! In fact, I don't give a damn about who you are! You have no right insulting me, Blaine, or Kurt when none of us have done anything to you! So, Barbie, why don't you just piss off, and go back to Ken and your little dream house?"
Her jaw dropped as I finished, panting from anger and breathlessness. That was fun. As soon as I had thought that, she narrowed her eyes into little slits at me. "You've just made a very powerful enemy in this school!" Then, she and the other three Cheerios she was walking with turned on their heels and stormed off. The crowd dispersed quickly, but I remained kneeling on the floor, taking in what had just happened.
"Um, are you okay?" a deep male voice said. I snapped out of my daze and looked up into stormy grey eyes. He also had auburn hair, a slight tan, and thin lips. He was wearing tan cargo shorts, white Nikes and a red tee shirt that said, "This shirt is inappropriate" in black letters. He had a hand outstretched to help me off the floor. "That girl's rough."
"Yeah… I'm fine. Who is she?" I asked, taking his hand.
"That's Ivy Winters," the boy replied. He was actually kind of cute. "One of the most popular, and powerful, girls at McKinley. She's the head Cheerio and can make your life miserable."
"…And I just pissed her off…" I stated. "I'm screwed, and it's not even first period."
"Don't worry; just avoid her for a while," he replied to me, extending his hand again. "By the way, Screwed, my name's Lucas Hawthorne."
I chuckled at the little joke and shook his hand. "Bree Anderson, in case you didn't hear when Ivy asked. Are you a freshman, too?" He smiled shyly and nodded. "Oh, so you wouldn't happen to know if all the Cheerios are as mean as her."
"Oh, most are. Some are nice, though. My friend, Piper, is trying out today after school and she's awesome, personality-wise and cheerleading-wise."
"Then maybe they all don't suck," I saw Lucas's watch blinking, saying that we had two minutes to get to class. "Ah, crap, we'd better hurry up. Do you know where… Mr. Vern's science classroom is?"
"I have him for first period, too! I'll walk you there," his eyes lit up as he talked. "I know where everything is because I had two older brothers and older sister all go to McKinley."
"Okay, let's go," I said, smiling at my new friend as we started walking.
*~*~GLEE~*~*
The day continued on like that. I avoided Ivy and Lucas walked me to my classes, most of which we have together, except for History and Algebra (sixth and seventh period). The day seemed to be going pretty well. Then, there was lunch.
I was walking to a table with Lucas when, suddenly, a flash of blue came hurtling at me.
It felt like I had just been bitch-slapped by an iceberg. [2]
"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, almost dropping my tray. It was in my eyes, and it burned like hell. Even so, I opened them to see who had thrown the slushie in my face.
It was a girl who looked exactly like Ivy Winters (same platinum blonde hair and icy eyes), except her face looked a bit younger, she was a bit shorter, and she wasn't wearing a Cheerios uniform. Instead she was wearing tight, light blue jean capris with the bottom cuffed, white flats, and a flowing white blouse. She held a now-empty cup in her hand and was smirking.
"That was from my sister," she said, as people around us laughed at the blue staining my shirt, the blue mixing with the red fabric and turning it an ugly purple, and covering my face. "Never mess with the Winters girls again, new kid."
Before I could say anything, she sashayed away with the two friends standing behind her. I just stood there, fuming silently as Lucas steered me to a table with another girl sitting at it. At first, I thought it was another Winters girl, judging by the blonde hair. Though, as I got closer, I realized that her hair wasn't as bright blonde and she was paler than the Winters girls. She was very thin, too.
"Yo, Piper!" Lucas said, sitting beside her. I sat next to him and placed my tray down.
"Hey, Luke," she replied, before looking at me. "Oh, gosh, Winters really got you! Are you okay, girly?"
"Yeah," I liked my lips and tasted blueberry. Good thing I actually liked the flavo,r or I would have went totally ninja on that girl's ass. "Who was that bitch?"
"Sabrina Winters," Lucas said. "Ivy's sister. Sabrina isn't as mean, but she listens to everything her sister says. Now that Ivy's your enemy, Sabrina's your enemy, too."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "I made enemies with Poison Ivy and Slimeball Sabrina, and now my shirt is ruined. What am I supposed to wear for the rest of the day?"
"Oh, I have something!" the girl known as Piper piped in (hehe). "It's in my locker. I was planning on switching right after lunch, since I couldn't decide what to wear today, but you can wear it! Finish your lunch and we'll go get it."
We both ate quickly, Piper only having a sandwich and milk carton, and we started towards the halls, telling Lucas to come by the girl's bathroom after lunch.
"So, like, I never properly introduced myself," the blonde beauty said, smiling. She extended a small, perfectly French manicured hand. "I'm Piper Montgomery."
I took her hand and shook it. "Bree Anderson."
"So, did you just meet Lucas today?" I nodded and she continued, "I've known him since fourth grade."
"We have almost all classes together," I replied, taking out my schedule. "Except for World History and Algebra."
"Sixth and seventh?" I nodded again and her warm, dark brown eyes lit up. "I have those classes with you, then!"
I smiled at my new girly friend as we stopped near a locker and she quickly turned the combination. After it was opened, she pulled out a long black halter top with a zebra-patterned shrug that tied in the front.
"What do you think?" Piper asked, flipping her hair subconsciously. "It would fit you and it totally matches your outfit."
"It's amazing, thank you!"
"It matches that stylish hat of yours, too," she replied. She saw my face turn into a small scowl. "Did I say something? I'm sorry."
"No, it's just…" I sighed. We walked into the girls bathroom and I continued to talk from inside the stall. "My brother's boyfriend gave me this hat for my fourteenth birthday, and we don't really like each other. We just pretend we do for my brother."
"Why don't you like him?" Piper questioned from outside the stall.
"He stole my brother from me. Blaine's so busy with him, that we never spend any time together anymore. I just miss him and we're growing apart and once he leaves for college, I'm afraid I'll completely lose him..." I trailed off.
"They might break up, you never know."
I sighed and walked out. "Maybe." We walked out of the bathroom and I stuffed my shirt into my bag. Lucas was waiting for us, but Piper told him she'd walk me to my next class.
I was glad to have another new friend.
*~*~GLEE~*~*
Finally, it was the last period of the day, and Lucas was walking me to our eighth period.
"Mr. Schuester's room is right here," Lucas said as they walked in. Other kids were sitting on their desks, talking with friends or doodling in notebooks until the bell rang and Mr. Schuester walked in with a bright smile on his face.
"Hello, everyone," said Schuester. He then took a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the board, "Me llamo Senor Schuester-" he turned back around, "but you guys can call me Mr. Schue."
"I am your Spanish teacher and the director of McKinley's glee club," he went on. "So, remember to sign up for that if you haven't already!"
Oh, yeah! I haven't signed up for Glee yet! Everyone else in the classroom looked either bored or annoyed by the idea of Glee club. Was I the only one who was thinking of auditioning? Maybe I could get Lucas to sign up, too! I quickly took a piece of paper and scribbled on it: Are you gonna audition for glee club? –B
"This year in Spanish, we are going to learn…" I blocked out Mr. Schue's voice once he turned towards the boards to list things we'd be learning. I crumbled up my note and threw it to/at Lucas (he was sitting near the middle left of the classroom, while I was in the back right).
He jumped a little as the paper hit him in the neck, but quickly grabbed it and read it. I watch him scrawl something and throw it back, only for me to catch it with one hand, smirking.
I wasn't really considering it. Why, are you? –L
This went on for a while, which went unnoticed by Mr. Schuester.
Yes, and I really don't wanna be the only one to audition, so audition with me! –B
No way! –L
You don't sing? –B
I've never tried, I only play drums. And I'm not sure if I want to risk social suicide, –L
Just audition, please? :3 –B
Fine, I'll audition, but for every time I get slushied, you owe me a quarter! –L
Deal, and thank you! –B
Just as I was about to chuck it at him, Mr. Schue turned around and caught me. "Excuse me, Miss…" he checked his seating chart, "Bree Anderson, are you passing notes in class to Lucas?"
I just sighed and nodded. Mr. Schue asked for the note, so I gave it to him and he read it to himself before looking back up at me. He shoved the note into his pocket. "Since it's the first day of school, I'll let it slide this once," he said, the smallest trace of a smile on his face.
"Thank you, sir," I replied softly, sighing in relief. At least he didn't read it aloud in front of the class. When I got back to my seat, the bell rang and everyone started gathering their stuff. Lucas and I walked to lockers, his only about six away from mine.
Once everything was settled, I walked to his locker. "Ready to go sign up sheet to sign up for glee club?"
"Yes, I guess so," he replied as we walked. The bulletin board with all the club sign-up sheets was close near the Spanish classroom. "I'm glad Schue didn't read that note out loud. I don't want to be socially wrecked before I even sign up for it."
We looked for the sheet that said, "New Directions." When we found it, Lucas picked up the pen and signed his name before handing it to me. After I had signed my name, I realized that Lucas and I were the only ones who signed up (with the exception of a fake/prank name at the bottom saying, "Hugh Jass").
"Social suicide begins tomorrow, Luke," I said, using his nickname. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, Bree," He replied. We stared at the list a moment longer, before looking at each other. I tried to decipher the emotions in his deep grey eyes, but I couldn't pinpoint anything besides a bit of nervousness.
"Oh, so you are signing up."
I turned around and saw the very person I didn't want to talk to, besides Ivy and Sabrina. Kurt stood there, head high and shoulders back, an eyebrow raised. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No, but you are annoying me," I sneered. "What do you want, Kurt?"
"I just wanted to see if you signed up, Munchkin. I looked at the sign after lunch and didn't see your name."
I scowled at the nickname. Just because he was ten inches taller than me didn't mean he could call me that. "Well, we did." I didn't feel like arguing much today. My first day alone I'd gotten a slushie facial, knocked down by two mean girls, and signed up for social suicide. I was tired and wanted to go home.
"I can't wait to see your audition tomorrow," Kurt responded, "but we need to leave now. Football try-outs are today, so I'd like to avoid the football players. As much I want to, Blaine wouldn't let me leave you to walk home."
I sighed and said a quick goodbye to Lucas, which he mumbled his own goodbye, too. Then, I started following Kurt towards the exit. Apparently, the male diva didn't realize that I didn't want to talk, because he promptly asked, "So… who was that?"
"A smurf," I said sarcastically, knowing that he saw Lucas's name on the list. "Who do think it was? He's a kid in my grade. His name is Lucas Hawthorne and he's a friend I made today."
"Do you like him?"
"What?" I exclaimed. "No! I just met him today; I don't get a crush on a person after one day!"
"Well, then you and I are very different," Kurt said, stating the obvious. "The very first day I met your brother, the moment I saw him, I knew he was perfect." He smirked at me.
"And the pants from the Dalton uniform made his butt look ama–"
"OKAY! Okay, I'm not listening!" I yelled over him, and covered my ears as he started laughing. The cheeky asshole knew that would get under my skin! "La la la la la la la la–"
"I'm done… For now," he smirked again. "Point is, don't shoo this kid away before you get to know him more. If you date, you'll be out of your house more and we won't have to act like we love each other."
We wouldn't have to do that in the first place if you hadn't started dating my brother, whose way too good for you.
"I don't like him like that," I repeated. Genuinely, I didn't. I don't trust people too easily, and I barely ever got a crush on someone. He didn't have any time to argue, because we then reached his Navigator, where Blaine was waiting. I shot Kurt a deadly look and mouthed, "drop it."
"How was your first day of high school, and McKinley, Bree?" Blaine asked, turning to face me.
"It was certainly interesting," I answered, biting my lip subconsciously. I didn't think I should tell Blaine about the Winters sisters or my slushie facial. "How was yours?"
"It was totally awesome," Blaine said. [3] "The teachers were nice and I was with Kurt and New Directions members, mostly."
That reminded me. "I signed up for Glee today. Why wasn't your name on the list?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm signing up tomorrow."
"Not that you need to audition," interjected Kurt. "They've all already seen you at Sectionals and Regionals last year. By the way, we're competing against the Warblers again. Mr. Schue sent out an email."
Blaine smiled. "Then we have competition." He looked at me through the mirror and winked. "Bree, guess what? You get to see Jeff again."
I made a silencing motion with my hand as I saw Kurt's eyebrow rise from the side of him that I could see. "Bree likes Jeff? Jeff Sterling, the Warbler?" He smirked again. [4] "Does he know?"
I cleared my thought. "One, shush up, Blaine. Two, it's none of your business, Kurt. Three, I don't like him anymore."
"First Jeff, now the Hawthorne kid? Interesting pattern," Kurt said, looking at me smugly though the mirror. I glared at him and shook my head slightly, making a slicing motion across my neck.
"Hawthorne kid?" Blaine asked, looking at his boyfriend. "Who's that?"
"Oh, look, we're home!" I said, hurriedly. I hopped out of the car, grabbing my bag with me. Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek and followed me out, looking suspicious.
He knew I would have guy friends, but the way Kurt mentioned Lucas made it sound like I liked him. Overprotective-Blaine could be scary sometimes… I did not want that.
I was not going to worry about that, though. I was home after a long day, and I needed a nap. Even so, Piper's words kept echoing in my mind.
They might break up, you never know…
[1] That was totally me when I got the clue. I waited until four AM to get it, but I got it, damn it! I was excited. Say hello to DustSnitch141!
[2] Whoever guesses which Glee cast member said that on being slushied gets a cookie of their choice.
[3] That was for all my fellow StarKid/Darren Criss fans out there. If you don't get it, you have to watch "A Very Potter Musical", then "A Very Potter Sequel" on YouTube.
[4] I kind of thought Jeff (actor: Riker Lynch) was cute when I saw him in Glee, so I added a bit of me in there. I hope we see the Warblers in season 3.
Again, sorry for mistakes. I have NO spell check here. Also, this chapter may seem a bit boring, but next chapter, which is her and Lucas's audition chapter, is when Bree really starts hating Klaine's relationship. And not all chapters will be this long.
Now, you must go watch A Very Potter Musical and Sequel, if you haven't seen it. Go, now! …After you leave a review! :)