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-(McKinley Soccer Fields)-

We're all lined up on the sidelines being observed one-by-one by the coach. Who is a tall blond lady in a tracksuit with a bullhorn and clipboard.

"Let's start the season how we finished the last. Sharp!" She starts as she passes by all of last seasons players dressed in their practice gear. As she passes by this tall gangly Asian kid standing next to me she question, "What are you the runt of the family?" She then passes by me and observes the smiling black to on my other side, gives him a once over, and shakes her head in disgust while the boys face promptly falls.

"Ok, shirts and skins."

Oh crap! I clear my throat to catch her attention, "Pardon me, sir…..ma'am….sir-ma'am? I have to be a shirt." I try say with as much dignity as I can.

"What?"

"I'm allergic to the sun." That sounds lame even to me.

"You're allergic to be sun?"

"Very, very deathly, deathly allergic." I say trying to sound convincing

"We like to accommodate here at McKinley." She says in a voice that makes me feel anxious. "So I'll follow you around with a parasol. All right, Nancy boy?" She looks down on her clipboard probably to find my name. "You're a shirt." She turns around to address everyone.

"Ok, guys, let's go." And with a blow of the whistle I'm introduced into Sue Sylvester's soccer drills of hell (patent pending).

For the next 2 hours it's nothing ball control drills, step/agility drills, running none stop, heading and kicking the ball. All while being yelled out random things by coach. As we're finishing off the last of our push ups (well the team is. I think I died an hour ago so I'm just lying on the ground wishing for death to come), coach is yelling "You think this is hard? Try being waterboarded!"

"At ease, gentleman." And with that the torture ends and we all stand up. "I've seen a lot of energy and commitment out there today. And that makes a coach proud. Now I want to split us up into first and second string. You second-stringers don't take it too hard. You're just as much apart of this team as the first-stringers. Apart from of course, playing the same part…and the being a winner part."

She grabs the yellow second-string jerseys and starts reading off the names of the second stringers "Williams." A jersey gets chunked. "Donner." Another jersey "Rutherford." The jersey hits that black kid who was standing next to next to me from before. "Chang." The jersey hits the Asian guy, and she grabs the last yellow jersey. Walks up to me. And says, "Fabray. Second-string. The rest of you congratulations. First-stringers. Now hit the showers! Most of you reek with the stench of failure."

I walk with the guys to the locker room feeling disappointed. It isn't until I hear someone say "Shower time." When I realize what's about to happen.

"Shower time?" I turn around and Puck and Artie are already in towels, and I bump into them while trying to find an escape route. Then someone hands me a towel, and I'm about to freak out. Until I hear my saviors voice the one coach Sylvester.

"Fabray! No shower for you."

"OK" I quickly drop the smile from my face.

"Principal Schuester wants to see you in his office."

"Uh-huh." I tell her, toss her my towel, and high tail it out of the locker room before she changes her mind.

-(Principal Schuester's office)-

As I'm sitting in Principal Schuester's officer wanting for him to come in, I start to take off the Ace wrap bounding me. I mean there's only one reason for me to get called into the principal's office. "I'm over. It's done. They know." I let out a sigh of relief when it loosens then I notice the filing cabinet. "Quinton's file." Maybe I can seal it. I stealthly creep over to the cabinet, open it, and search for the file. When I see the biggest one is his I wonder if it could be any bigger.

As I'm about to go through it, I hear the door open and in walks the principal. I quickly shirt the drawer and try to make a dash back to my chair, but I'm pulled back to the cabinet by my ace wrap that got stuck in the drawer.

"Mr. Fabray."

I turn around and lean on the cabinet trying to look as innocent as possible.

He sets down the toilet plunger he had and introduces himself. "William Schuester," he bows while saying "headmaster." And resumes his journey towards me.

"So very pleased to meet you. So very, very pleased."

I sling my jersey to hide the thing holding me to the cabinet and shake his hand. "Hello, sir. Heard you wanted to see me." I say in a charming voice.

"I'd like to say welcome. Welcome to McKinley." He starts singing. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome. Welcome to Mc-Kin-ley." He says finishing the song. "I just wanted to have you in to say welcome. See how you're doing."

I try to covertly yank the ace bandage out of the drawer again, and reply, "Yeah, I'm doing great, you know? Just…busy being a guy."

"Being a guy yeah." He turn to the cabinet. "Let's take a look at your file Quinton. And…seems to be stuck." He struggles to try and get the drawer open so I use the distraction to help and slam my fist into the drawer and it pops open. "There we go. All right. Ok, well." He grabs my file while I try and stuff the ace wrap into my sweatshirt and fix my hair.

"Ok you're busted."

I turn around to face him, freaked out.

"I know you don't want to sit her and talk to the headmaster. But I won't take no for an answer." He points to his chair. "Now have a sit in the headmaster's chair. Come on, have a sit."

I slowly make my way over to the chair not quite believing this guy is for real.

"So Quinton Fabray.' He says sitting on his desk. "How do you like campus?"

"Beautiful." I say with a smile

"You've been inspired by the charcoal black and candy apple red?" He questions and grabs the McKinley crest from the front of his desk.

"You know it." I reply and knock on the crest.

"Hey!" He yells and gets defensive. "Don't touch it. Ever. Ever. Do not do that." He returns the crest back to its place on the desk then hops onto a chair in fornt of it. "You know, Quinton, I was a transfer student myself once upon a time. Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth." He says in a joking manner. "So I keep a special interest in the transfer students that come to this school.

Uh-Oh I think this could cause trouble.

"Act as a…unofficial big brother. Don't be surprised if I just pop in unannounced form time to time just to check up." He says cheerfully.

"Yeah I look forward to it." I say trying to sound enthused

"Now scoot!" he says and points to the door.

I leave the room in such a hurry I don't notice the petite brunette behind me until I crash into her cause her plus her books to fall.

"Sorry." I immediately say and bend down to help pick up her books.

"It's ok." She assures. "Don't worry about it."

"It's my fault." I tell her and continue to help gather her books.

I hear Principal Schue's door open. "What is….?"

We both turn to look at him standing in his doorway.

"Oh. Getting to know the opposite sex, are we?" He says in an excited voice. "Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension. It's all part of the high school experience. So continue. Please. But keep it clean, though, ok. Abstinence is key. Abstinence is… The best way to not is to not." He finishes awkwardly and retreats back into his office.

I stare at the closed door in disbelief that someone could really be that weird when I'm brought out of my trance by the giggle of the girl next to me.

"Is she always that friendly?" I ask and grab the last of her books on the floor.

"Are you kidding? That's him being rude." She replies smiling.

"All right," As we both stand back up I notice her shoes, and automatically revert back to being a girl. "Cute shoes."

"You think so?" she replies and looks down at her feet. "I got them at Anthropologie."

"No way! They have shoes there?"

"Oh yeah. Right by the accessories."

"Huh." I then realize guys wouldn't be thinking or questioning things like shoes and Antropologie. So I clear my throat and put on my guy voice. "Here are you books."

She grabs then from me and mutters a thank you.

"Well I guess I'm gonna, you know, go take care of some guy stuff." I say awkwardly.

She gives me a funny look then smiles and nods and says "Ok."

I make yet another quick escape berating myself internally of how much of a loser I am. Guy stuff? Seriously? I couldn't have come up with something smoother. This girl is going to think I'm a freak. But if I had bothered to turn around I would have seen instead of repulsion she actually seemed intrigued by me.