Hey guys! So here's chapter two, as promised. I hope you guys are liking the story line so far (even with the slight shifts in the original story lines) and I hope you all are liking our newest Gleek, Logan! There's a lot of drama ahead in the upcoming chapters, including family/personal/school, so let me know what you guys think and enjoy! ~BraveGirl
Ch:2
"Can't you read some other time?"
Sighing, I marked where I was in my book before glaring at the back of my sister's head as she led us through the halls. We had survived our first day of junior year with little attention from any of the jocks or cheerleaders. In fact, much to my amusement, they all seemed to turn the opposite direction or attempt to not make eye contact with me as I walked Rachel to all her classes today. "Hey, I don't complain when you sing all the time. Why must you complain about me reading?"
She chuckled, stopping outside a room I recognized from when she had pointed it out earlier. The choir room. "I guess if you are willing to put up with me expanding my horizon by doing vocal warm ups every morning and night, then I can allow you to read."
"Oh, don't try and pull the whole, "it'll help my career" thing, Rach, because I will turn around and use it right back on you. If your vocal warm ups or whatever help with Broadway, then me reading gives me insight for when I become a writer."
After giving me an amused look, she poked her head into the room quickly. "Whatever. There are a few other glee club members here, and I assume that since your heroic stance from this morning has spread like wildfire today, they'll be asking questions about who you are and why I've never mentioned you before."
I gave her an eye roll, returning my attention back to my spot in my book before grabbing my sister's hand and pulling her into the room. As soon as we entered, the whispering began, which I completely ignored until I felt someone tap my shoulder, and I glanced over my book to see a boy with incredible fashion sense smiling at me.
"Let me guess, you're Kurt, right?"
The boy's smile brightened a little as he nodded extending his hand out to me. "Yes. Kurt Hummel, nice to meet you. And you are?"
From off to my right, I heard my sister groan before slumping down into one of the chairs in the front row, causing me to smile as I took his hand. "Are you asking who I am because I'm new or because of what I did this morning?"
He shrugged, shaking my hand. "Both, mostly."
"I'm Logan. Logan Mackenzie."
"And you stood up to a football player because…?"
Still smiling, I ushered around him to sit down in the empty chair beside my sister, placing my book in my lap before pointing to Rachel. "Sister."
I was expecting a look of shock, but the look this boy was giving me was ten times better than what I had thought I would see today. Rachel and I certainly didn't look like sisters. The only thing about us that was even remotely similar would be our skin tones. Other than that, I shared no other appearance genes with my sister. In fact, we were the exact opposite. Rachel was short and brunette, with huge doe-like brown eyes while I was tall, blonde, and was graced with the same eye color as my biological mother, a mixture of blue and grey.
"Rachel never mentioned she had a sister."
Glancing around the room, most of the kids were given me the same skeptical looks, and when the door to the choir room closed, and the last two kids walked in with a man who I assumed was Mr. Shue, I motioned for Kurt to sit down, turning my attention to the front of the room as everyone else took their seats.
"Alright, first off guys, welcome back to another school year. Now I know we didn't make it past Regional's last year, but this year will be different. No more playing it safe. We're going to Nationals this year, and we're taking home that trophy."
I smiled to myself as all of the kids around me cheered, including my sister, who instantly sat up straighter when talk of National's came around. She was in her element when it came to stuff like this. Rachel lived and breathed show choir. And I could see why.
"But, before we start talking about National's, we have to worry about Sectional's, and before we can do that, I do believe I see some new faces in the choir room today, so how about we start off there?"
My head instantly did a three sixty look around the room, searching for anyone who didn't match my sister's very detailed recollection of her fellow classmates. Right off the back I knew Kurt and Rachel's boyfriend Finn. Then there was Mercedes and Artie, along with Tina and Mike. Then Noah, of course, with a blonde sitting next to him. She had to be Quinn. The icy, queen like look could only belong to her. Brittany was obvious right off the back as well, since she was whispering to Artie about unicorns and cats, and that left one other girl sitting next to Quinn. Santana, from what I could remember of Rachel's stories. Total straight up bitch, and totally drop dead gorgeous.
"Logan."
Snapping my head back around to the front of the room, I gave my sister a confused look as she ushered me out onto the floor with her, my eyes automatically glancing over everyone again. "Oh, right. I'm the new kid. Got it."
Rachel cleared her throat, and I took a deep breath before she started off, suddenly feeling very nervous when all eyes fell upon me. "Hello, everyone. Might I say you all look good and that I hope you all had an enjoyable summer. I would love to hear all about your adventures and what ideas you may have for upcoming glee numbers, but I-."
"Quit yapping and tell us who the hell this blonde chick is and why she's going around screwing up with our slushy system, Berry."
I narrowed my eyes at the Latina, watching from out of the corner of my eye as my sister deflated a little. "I was getting there, Santana, if you had let me finish. This is Logan, my sister, and I think that pretty much sums up why she stopped those two football players from giving me a slushy facial first thing in the morning."
Almost all at once, everyone started firing out questions, their voices rising every second trying to be the first one answered. After a few seconds, and a shared look from my sister, I brought my fingers up to my mouth, piercing the room with a loud whistle that shut everyone up almost immediately. "Thank you. I understand everyone probably has questions, and we'll try and clear this up as best we can. Now, my name is Logan Mackenzie, and Rachel is biologically my half-sister. Right around the same time Rachel's fathers were looking for surrogates to carry their child, my parents decided to look into a sperm donor. My biological mother knew one of Rachel's fathers in college, so they agreed to help out with the cause. When Rachel's mom was impregnated, her father's donated their sperm to make me. I've been living in New York for the past 17 years and my mothers and I moved here to Lima to be closer to family. I'm here, though, because I've recently learnt of Rachel being practically tormented over the past two years, and I've come to put a stop to it, which you all might have heard the incident from the morning."
"Wait, what happened this morning?
Both my sister and I turned to answer Mr. Shue's question, but one of the other gleeks beat us to it. "She put the smack down a football player for trying to slushy Rachel. It was badass, Mr. Shue. The guy had to weigh at least twice as much as her and she was just tossing him around like he was a rag doll. It was pretty cool."
Our teacher turned to give me an incredulous look, and I shrugged, waving him off. "I used to box when I was younger, and I also play softball."
"She also screwed up with our system. You can't just waltz in here and not expect some kind of uproar from us."
I turned my attention to the Ice Queen, not at all surprised to see a glare on her face. "Actually, Fabray, I can. I wasn't joking around this morning when I said my invitation of peace extends to you and the rest of the cheerios. You either stop tormenting my sister, or I disrupt your precious social ladder even more. You might have everyone else here afraid of you and your so called "power" you hold, but I can see through your bullshit faster than you can blink those icy blue eyes of yours. I'm not afraid of you. Any of you. Things are fixing to change. Whether you all like it or not."
"Okay," Mr. Shue clapped his hands, all of the other kids turning their attention away from mine and Quinn's glaring contest. I refused to break eye contact though, keeping my eyes glued to hers the whole time. "Now that we've been, uh, introduced, we can get back to the topic at hand. Sectional's. Now, Rachel, I assume you already have some ideas ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Shue, I do! However, I think that maybe this year we should incorporate some of the other club member's vocal talents. I personally think that maybe we should focus on Logan's voice, since she's new and no one has heard her yet. Kind of like the element of surprise, almost."
That definitely broke my eye contact with the blonde as I turned to stare at my sister, my mouth falling open automatically. "Whoa, hold on a sec, Rach. I can't just take the solo or anything like that. That's not me, that's you."
My sister turned her doe eyes towards me, a small smile gracing her face. "Yes, I do agree that I have the most experience when it comes to solos, but shouldn't everyone have the chance in the spotlight? And I've heard you sing before, you're spectacular, and I think-."
"No, seriously. I don't want the solo. Give it to someone else. Give it to, god, I don't know. Mercedes or Santana. Not me."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Mr. Shue's face brightened up as he turned out to the group of kids who were all looking rather shocked at the discussion being held. "Wait, I have an idea. But I'll have to save it for tomorrow's club meeting. You guys go home and get some ideas ready for a song you'd like to see sung at Sectional's and we'll discuss this further tomorrow. Have a great day guys. See ya tomorrow."
Everyone began to pile out of the room, each talking excitedly with the other about solos, songs and whatever else concerning glee club. However, two people still sat in their respective seats, neither of them moving.
"So I take it this is your guy's way of saying you wanna talk?"
Quinn shrugged, standing up from her chair and pulling a nail file out of god knows where. "Let's just say your message was heard loud and clear…Logan, was it? But the cheerios would like to send you a message as well. You can either back down this martyr of a road you're traveling, or you can keep going and I'll make sure Man Hands gets the proper loser treatment. This is my school. My voice is law. Understand? And if you don't understand, then I'll make sure my second in command gets that point across."
She ushered her hand out to Santana, who was copying Quinn's movements from earlier, a nail file busy working its way across her already perfect nails. The Latina gave me a snarky look before returning to her task on hand. I could practically feel my sister shrinking next to me, but I stood my ground, eyeing the blonde in front of me. "Did you not hear what I said earlier? I'm not afraid of you, Quinn. Anything you throw at me, or whoever you throw at me, I can handle. This might be your school, for now, but you don't own me. Or my sister, so cut the bullshit and grow up."
After letting out a frustrated groan, she stomped off, Santana following suit, her eyes doing a once over as she passed me before she rolled her eyes. "Nice shirt."
I glanced down at my Fall Out Boy shirt, raising an eyebrow before looking over my shoulder at the Latina. "Nice legs."
With one last glare, she was out the door behind Quinn, leaving me and my sister alone in the choir room. Neither of us said anything, myself choosing to watch the door the two girls had disappeared through, while my sister continued to stand off to my left, quiet as a mouse.
"Well, that was interesting."
I nodded, my eyebrows pulling together as I bent down and grabbed both of our backpacks before turning to look at her. "Yeah. Are you read to go home?"
After receiving a nod from her, I let her lead us through the hallways, my mind wandering back to the conversations held in the choir room. With Quinn's threats and the apparent "power" she held here at the school, it could be quite possible that she could see her plans through. I, of course, could handle Quinn, and possibly Santana. But to take on both of them and all the jocks and the cheerios by myself?
"What are you thinking about?"
I gave my sister a small smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as we headed out into the school parking lot, my eyes automatically moving over to where the two girls who had currently occupied my thoughts were leaning against their own cars, their full attention on us. "You remember that old saying, Rach, where they say to keep your friends close, but your enemies closer?"
The short brunette nodded, sliding into the passenger seat. "Yeah?"
I hesitated outside the driver's door, chancing one last glance at the other girls across the parking lot. Quinn had occupied herself with whatever inside her car, while Santana continued to stare out at in our direction blankly, causing me to sigh before sliding into my seat. "I think I understand what they mean by that now."
