"Alright, let's take a look at the list." Rachel insisted excitedly, pulling one of the girls from her "tour group," who she'd become particularly fond of, by the arm all the way to the audition list for Glee Club. The girl's name was Lindsay and she was not a tranfer from Washington Heights, but from Carmel, home of the infamous Vocal Adrenaline.

"Why ..." Lindsay trailed on, not sure why Rachel, who she had determined was the crazy-talented leech that tried to get every new kid with the slightest lick of talent into her clutchess. She liked Rachel. They had lots of similarities. These half-hearted thoughts were flowing through her mind, until something, or someone, caught her eye, "Holy crap," she shrieked, subconsciously pulling Rachel in front of herself, "Who is that?" shew whispered, pointing to Damian, who now had Brittney hanging off his arm.

"That is Brittney Pearce. She is a Cheerio, which means that she and her possy rule the school, but I personally think she's too stupid to realize it." Rachel began, in a regular conversational tone that any person passing by could've heard easily.

"No, I mean that guy she's with."

That sent Rachel for a loop. There was actually a new kid she hadn't managed to get a hold of yet. She hoped that that was one of the guys from Santana's group, and that she had managed to seduce him into joining, "I don't know. Maybe I could go talk to him." she quickly walked up to the two of them, without an ounce of shame, even as Lindsay begged for her to come back, "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. You must be new. Have you considered joining our school's Glee Club?"

"Yeah, actually. I've just signed up." he held his hand out in greeting and was once again left hanging.

"Oh, an accent! I sense German?"

Damian looked at her like she had two heads. She couldn't have been any further off par, "No, actually. I am the exchange student from Ireland. Damian."

"Oh, how interesting. Speaking of interesting, have you met my friend, Lindsay? She's a transfer from up north. I think you should go talk to her. Hang out, get coffee, get married, live happily ever after. Your choice."

He gave her another strange look, then gave a peek over in Brittney's direction, who had managed to stay quiet through the whole exchange, most likely confused out of her witts, "I'm kind of spoken for at the moment. Tell your friend that I'll be seeing her at the auditions." As he walked away, he gave a vague wave in Lindsay's direction as Rachel made her way back over to her friend.

"He says he's taken, but he'll soon realize what Brittney is in it for. By the way, his name's Damian. No matter, I took the liberty of putting your name on the Glee audition list. We'll be meeting after school today, if you're interested in a bit of an introduction. We could probably even find a little time to hear you sing before the audition, too- " She started to go on a ramble just to hear the sound of her own voice, as they started out on their way to first period.

"No way!" Lindsay shouted, as the two passed a particular lanky boy in the hall, "Cameron Mitchell?" At that point, the boy who was just a little younger than Rachel turned, with a look of disbelief on his face. He hurried up to them through the crowded hallway.

"Lindsay Pearce?" he bent at the knees slightly in order to give her a proper hug, before pulling back with a huge, goofy smile on his face, "How the hell are you?" he asked, a tone of shock in his voice, "I haven't seen you since -"

"Texas '08." She said with a huge grin on her face, "Have you seen the sign-ups for Glee Club yet?" Lindsay gushed.

"Uh, yeah. I was on my way to go sign up right now. Are you going to...?"

"Apparently, I've already been signed up. What do you have first block?" Lindsay asked in a hurried tone as the warning bell rang.

"I've got Music Theory with Holiday."

"Oh, good. So do I. I'll try to get a seat near you, and we can talk."

"Alright. Hey, it was good seeing you, Short Stop." he said, ruffling her hair a bit as he walked away.

Rachel waited until he was out of earshot to address Lindsay this time, and it was actually in a whisper oddly enough, "Who was that?" she asked, noting the blush that came to her cheeks, "He was cute!" she added as a tack-on.

She shook her head, not able to make eye contact with Rachel while spilling her story simultaneously, "My family went vacationing to Dallas in '09 to visit our cousins. Anyway, they are really obnoxious people, so my mom gave me the keys to the car and told me to get out. There was this 21 and under club and we ended up singing together. We had a thing while I was out there."

"Ooh, drama! And then what?" Rachel asked excitedly.

"And then nothing. We hadn't seen each other since." Lindsay looked up finally after that, signalling that her story was over.

"Oh, how romantic! All the stars lined up! You two are made for each other. It's destiny!" she gushed.

"No, there's no such thing as destiny. His dad is in the Coast Guard. I'm sure they moved here because of that." She brushed this off like it was an everyday occurence.

"No, they moved to Washington Heights because of his dad's work. He could have been brought to any one of three schools and this is the one that he was sent to! Just think about it! That was a long distance for irony, don't you think?"

"I'm telling you, it was just dumb luck. I honestly can't even believe he remembers me. Anyway, we're going to be late as it is. I have to go."

Rachel pointed at her in a slightly condesending way, "We will continue this conversation at lunch!" Lindsay nodded, then practiclly took off sprinting in the other direction, trying to hide the furiously red blush that covered her entire face.

Author's Rant:

So, I tried harder this time to check for spelling error, since my laptop doesn't support spell check, but nevertheless, I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I probably missed quite a few.

Don't forget to review. Without them, I will come up with some cheesey ending that gives all of the characters a half-hearted ending. It's not what I want to do and I promise I won't if I get a couple more good reviews, because I do need some constructive critism. I hope this lives up to your all's expectations.

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~Mags