A/N: Sorry about not updating last week. I got sick and then I had ISTEP, which is my state standard test thing that I have to take.

I bring in a new character this chapter, hope you like him. I will try to link his image in my profile.

I do not own anything besides Amelia St. James and any other original character.

Wednesday was a little strange. Kurt wasn't seen until lunch and he was acting like he was yesterday. He wouldn't say anything to us, he wasn't speaking at all, not even to Mercedes. Something was wrong and I was wondering it was. After lunch Mr. Schue that we could not continue our week's assignment. Figgins couldn't do anything without a complaint so you gave one to Sue. "Last time, we were too sexy, This week we're too can't win," Tina states. "Now I know what Miley feels like," Brittany says.

"The real tragedy here is that I found the most perfect spiritual song to sing this week and now it's been torn away from me like Sophie's daughter," Rachel exclaims. "Guys, you can still sing whatever songs you like that sum up your feelings about God, about spirit. You just can't do it on school time," Mr. Schue explains. "I hope your happy Kurt," Santana says. So it was Kurt who complained, why doesn't that surprise me. "Having the week of my life actually," he states. "Guys, back off Kurt, okay? He had every right to speak his mind," Mr. Schue tells us. "Look, Kurt, we're sympathetic to what you're going through but siding with Miss Sylvester isn't gonna do anyone any good," Mercedes says. "It's doing me some good. Now I don't have to sit around listening to all you mental patients talk about how's there's a God when I know there isn't one," he explains.

"Kurt, I almost lost my oldest brother when I was 8. It was then I decided that I didn't believe in God. But now almost 8 years later, I still don't believe that he exists. God is like a scientific theory, there is evidence that proves he is real and there is evidence that denies that he is real, but the evidence balances it out. That's why it's up to one's own self to believe or disbelieve. We could stay in this room for days and argue about whether or not he is real and we wouldn't get anywhere. The only thing we can actually do in this situation is take hope from each other. Comfort each other, because Burt may not be all of our fathers but Kurt, you are a part of a family that was formed in this room. We're just trying to comfort and give you a little bit of hope. You're just pushing us all away and secluding yourself because you don't believe in something that others believe in. I could've walked right of this room when Schue assigned the lesson but I didn't and neither did you. There is nothing wrong with listening about other people's faith and trying to understand where they are coming from," I say. I got a few looks, probably because I don't talk often about my family. They only know Jesse, and Rachel knows Aunt Vanessa and Uncle Daniel but that's it. "I'm sorry to hear that you almost lost your brother. But I don't want nor need to hear you guys preaching about your faith," I nodded my head. Trying to get Kurt to accept hope and comfort was harder than it looks.

The rest of the day was just like any other day until I bumped straight into things fall out of my hands and onto the floor along the other persons. "Oh my, I am so sorry," I said aloud. I didn't even look at who it was that I ran into. "It's my fault, it's my first day here and I'm kinda lost," A guy's voice says back to me. I look up from getting my things and see a really cute boy with amazingly blue eyes. "Sorry, I'm Zeke," "Amelia," We finish picking our things off of the floor and then stand back up. "You said that today was your first day here, well Welcome McKinley," I tell him. "Thanks, any advice?" "Avoid the jocks if you don't play sports," "Why?" "You may end up with a slushie on your head," "Teachers just let that happen?" "Yeah, it's shockingly not against school rules," "Wow," "Yeah...So tell me, Zeke, you play any sports, and after-school activities or do you stay home and play video games?" "I play soccer," "Fun, but your a little late this years, soccer season already started here," "I know, I freaked out, when my parents told me we were moving, but I thankfully, got my coach to write a letter to the soccer coach here about me still trying out, so hopefully I get the chance to play," "One coach here would do that and they started this year," "Really?" "Yeah, and before something else happens, you don't happen to ride a bus home do you, because they leave in like six minutes," "Shit, I got to go. Will I see you tomorrow?" "If you're lucky,' I tell him as he goes off running down the hall, probably trying to find his locker and catch his bus.

I decided to skip glee today, I didn't want to deal with any more of the religious drama. I love glee club, but the drama is a bit too much sometimes. I made my way to the library and sat down in one of the chair there. I couldn't Zeke out of my mind. He was cute. He was taller than me, but it wasn't that hard to be. He had piercing blue eyes. Faint freckles across his face. His hair was short on the sides with the front of it spike up a bit. I could have gone on and on about what he looked like in my head but my phone went off snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a text from Santana. 'Where are you?' I quickly typed a reply to her that may have been a little fib. I told her that I had a headache and was chilling in the nurse's office until Cheerios practice.

When Cheerios practice finally came around, I slowly approached the locker room. The Cheerios only have a locker room so we can keep our bag in it during practice, it's not like we need to change clothes to practice, we wear our uniforms to school. Practice went by as normal, Coach Sylvester was in a slightly better than usual mood so that was a good thing. We didn't do much, she had split up Varsity Cheerios and then JV Cheerios. We had a competition coming up within the next few months. The Cheerios were so big because we had a JV team and a Varsity team. JV had their own captains but if Quinn told them to do something, they had to it. All the JV Cheerios looked up to the Varsity Cheerios, we were the best of the best and the ones that were a force to reckoned to with.

I didn't tell Quinn, Brittany, or Santana about Zeke. It just seemed like they don't need to know about him right now. Besides, he's just some new guy I bumped into. Aunt Vanessa was waiting for me after Cheerios practice. The ride home seemed quickly, dinner was nice, and my shower before I went to sleep was boiling hot, it felt relaxing.