A/N: I try and outline the appearance as best as I can, haha, but I don't do the hottest of jobs. So, for those of you who like a sort of visual reference, Lorelai strikingly resembles Zooey Deschanel. Just… Paler. And more frail.

As for the comments regarding my last A/N, concerning whether or not Wemma end up together, I know it sounds like I'd only do it to cater to the audience but I am truly on the fence about it. I have a rather cute idea but it'd depend on how long I keep this up.

Reviews fuel my muse! Keep 'em coming.

Lorelai was terrified. She shouldn't have been, considering where she had come from, but she found herself sitting in the principal's office wearing an expression that would suggest that she were a student in some serious trouble. She watched, petrified, as Figgins called down someone with the last name of 'Schue'. By the time she heard the door behind her swing open again, she was shaking quite noticeably, trying her hardest to evade the cocked eyebrow of the foreign principal. The moment she heard the man named 'Schue' speak, she was tugging on the hem of her white cloth dress and chewing harshly on her bottom lip.

She forced a smile and only came crashing back into reality when she saw Will's hand move in her direction, and she dared to release the comfort of her attire to hesitantly reach up and take his hand. She was consoled by his gentle grip and relaxed, shaking his hand. "I-it's n-nice to meet you," she choked out.

Her attention wandered again until 'second place' and 'nationals' registered, and she glanced over at the Glee Club advisor beside her, the corners of her lips quipping slightly upwards, more genuine. One of her favorite things in the world happened to be hearing success stories of High School students. It was probably because she had been a dead beat back in her school days; it took much to snap her out of it and by that time, it had been too late. She had been reduced to nothing more than this.

In fact, all she really had was her music, despite how cliché that sounded. She was, first and foremost, a banjo player. Back in New York (where she had lived for five years prior to moving to Lima three days ago), she'd spend the majority of her days sitting on the same bench in Central Park, playing the instrument (which she had affectionately named 'Louis'). Lorelai had started to play at the age of six, only allowed by her parents with the promise that, at age nine, she would pick up the piano as well. Against her will, she obliged, and grew to love it after a couple of years. She never had been able to afford a piano after leaving home -- her only job was street-performing, after all, considering she had multitudes of trouble keeping anything else long-term. She had, however, managed to charm an elderly owner of a quaint music shop to let her practice as she pleased, and therefore her skills were up-to-date enough to qualify her for the job.

"Ready?" Will asked, and as Lorelai looked up, she noticed that he was standing by the door. She bit her lip and nodded, offering a thank you towards the principal before sweeping past him, and out the door. She paused, unsure of where to turn, and looked back as she felt a hand brush the small of her back as he pointed to the right.

"You don't have to be so nervous," he responded, noting her overall demeanor with a chuckle, "You look like you're about to cry. I promise -- the only two people you have to worry about here are Sue Sylvester and Brenda Castle, and the two of them have been going at it enough that they have very little time to bother anyone else." He offered her a smile, reaching around to clasp his hands behind his back. "I apologize, I'm not prepared. I didn't even know that we had a new Glee accompanist. Where did you work before?"

It took Lorelai a moment to process his words, and therefore there was a near five second delay before she responded. "I d-didn't," she answered finally, "work anywhere else before, I mean. I, uhm. I just moved here, actually."

"Oh, really? From where?"

She bit her lip and followed him past a gangly man standing by a bulletin board and around the corner before chirping, "N-New York City. M-Manhattan, to be exact."

His eyes widened as he looked in her direction. "Manhattan? As in… Manhattan?" he asked, voice filled with fascination, "Why would you leave that and come here?"

Lorelai bit her lip. "Couldn't afford it," she responded quietly.

"I've always wanted to live there," Will beamed, "I'm so incredibly jealous of you right now." With a laugh, she shook her head and followed him into the choir room.