Here's the first chapter guys! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The plane landed about two hours ago, and we're only just pulling up at our new home. It took us an hour to get here. I spent the entire plane ride asleep, once I got over my initial nerves from flying that is. (Tell anyone and I'll cut you!) I just don't like them, ok?

Thankfully, the best news I've heard since my mom told me we were leaving for here a couple of days ago, our new house is a decent size. Smaller than the one back home, but it'll do.

Walking into the house, I notice it's actually bigger than it looks from the outside. I head straight for the stairs in search of my room. Papi already said I could have to biggest one to try and make up for dropping this bombshell on me only a few days before. Considering the size, I guess I can go for it! My parents already had all our furniture brought over, so my bed and cabinets are already set up in the room. I dump my bags in the middle of the room and face-plant straight onto the middle of my bed. 'Mmmm smells like home' I think to myself.

"Mija?" my mom calls from downstairs.

"Yeah mami?" I don't move, so it's more mumbled into my bedding than actual words.

"Your father and I are calling pizza in for dinner tonight; I'm too tired to bother cooking. Will you start unpacking your stuff please? We'll call you down when it's here," she shouts up to me. I just continue to mumble my protests into my duvet.

Making my way back upstairs in the evening, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. Pulling it out, I check the caller ID before flipping it open in an excited haste.

"Trouty mouth! What's up dude?"

"Hey Lopez! I'm extremely bored. What's it like up north?"

Now here is someone I forgot to tell y'all about. Sam, aka Trouty mouth, is totally my lesbro. He is the only friend I really have, and he's such a total nerd, it's ridiculous, but he's pretty cool. He was actually the first person I told I was gay. He was the only person I trusted with the information at the time. You know, I'm still pretty convinced he's gay too. But I'm not sure. He certainly does act gay sometimes. My gaydars been kind of off recently. Anyways, I actually really miss Sam. Even though I've only been gone like, a day, I hadn't seen him in like two weeks because he went away with his family. So I even had to call him to tell him I was moving and wouldn't even see him when he got back. Totally sucked!

"Oh you know, really boring. I'm so tired though. And I really miss you," I utter the last part in a quiet voice.

"Aww San I miss you too. It totally sucks that you had to move. I'll see you soon though," he replies.

"What?! Really? How?" I can't believe it!

"Well after you told me you were leaving, I was speaking to my parents and they said that over the summer or something they would arrange flights so I could come up there for a bit. You know, if that ok with you?"

I literally scream into the phone. "Are you kidding me?! Of course that's ok with me! I can't wait to see you."

"Hahaha me either dude," He chuckles.

"Ok, well I'm really tired Sammy, and I have to go to that new school in the morning, so I'm gunna hit the sack. Talk to ya later Trouty!"

"Yeah ok Lespez! Laters!"

I hang up with a big smile on my face.

By the time I climb into bed, it's only 10:30pm, but I'm physically and mentally exhausted! And just to top everything off, I have to start at that new school in the morning. I mean, they couldn't give me even one day off to get settled around here! No, they have to ship me off there straight away. I just hope those bitches are ready. Because in about ten hours time, they're going to meet the new HBIC of McKinley High school.

My alarm wakes me in the morning. At 7am. I have an hour. I grumble under my breath my protests about having to leave my warm, comfy bed as I make my way into the bathroom attached to my room. I take a quick, hot shower, blow my hair and take a look into my closet after applying a little bit of makeup. Taking out my tight purple and black striped dress and knee high leather boots, I throw both on and look into the mirror. Wow, I look hot! That school isn't going to know what's hit 'em.

I grab my black leather jacket from the back of my door and make my way downstairs.

Grabbing a piece of toast and downing a cup of coffee made by my mom, what a darling, always taking care of me, I kiss her check and make my way out the door to my awesome red Audi r8 (birthday present from my parents), I make my way to the school, whose address is thankfully already inputted in my sat nav.

As I pull up after a fifteen minute drive, I see the sign for the school. People are walking into the building at a slow pace, and as I get out of my car, I join them.

Walking into one of the many hallways of McKinley was like walking into McDonalds at lunch, during spring break. It was so crowded; I could barely see my own feet. I had to try and find my way to the Principals office somehow. Good luck to me!

After wandering around for a good 20 minutes, I finally find it. Someone could have helped! They obviously aren't too good with manners here. As I walk into the office, I see a middle-aged Indian man sat at a desk, barely paying attention to the paperwork his hands were stifling through. I look down at the name-plate on his desk. Principal Figgins. Ha! Original… and kinda strange…

However, he clearly hasn't realised I'm in the room. I clear my throat loudly and his head snaps up at me. "Ahh Miss Lopez, I presume?" I nod my confirmation. "Ok, if you'd like to take a seat, and we shall get right to it." As I sit down in the seat in front of me, a piece of paper is thrust into my hands. "Ok, so this is your schedule. You have been put into some AP classes, I'm impressed," he says with a frown. Yeah, you look it!

"Ok well that's great. Not to be rude however, but I don't know where any of these classes are. Like, I'm new. You do know that right?" I ask, eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes of course I know that Miss Lopez. That is why I have arranged for a student here to show you around," he says as she looks over my shoulder. "And she's here now. Miss Fabray!"

I turn around in my chair slightly and see a blonde girl about my height walk in with a small smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Quinn," she says sticking her hand out to mine.

I hesitantly take it in my and reply, "Santana."

"Ok, Miss Lopez, Mis Fabray here will show you to where all you classes are. First class starts in five minutes, you should have enough time to find it. Good day!" And with that me and blondie are being shoved out of the office and on our way.

"Ok, what've you got first?" The smile that was on her face before has completely disappeared and been replaced with a bored frown.

I glare at her and check my schedule. Pfft really? "Spanish." What is wrong with this place? They are putting a Latina in a Spanish class. Are they stupid or something. At least it'll be an easy A.

Without saying a word, she turns around and walks down the hall. I follow her fast speed until we reach a door. "This is where your Spanish room is. I'll meet you out here afterwards to show you to the next one and where your locker is." And with that, she's off. Well she's pleasant.

I open the door and head straight for the teachers desk. "Santana Lopez. I'm new."

The curly haired male teacher looks up and smiles warmly at me. "Hi Santana. It's nice to meet you. If you'd like to just take the spare seat over there and we'll get started."

I turn around and search out the only spare seat in the room. Once I see it, I find myself looking into the bluest most beautiful eyes I have ever seen…