Thanks to everyone reading! I'm uploading a chapter early today because I feel like it. Sorry if the next chapter takes a while. I'm not finished it yet, and I usually finish the next chapter before I upload this one. So I apologize in advance if that happens.

Reviewing would be great *hint hint* How do you like it so far? Is there any situations you would like to happen? Because I'm not too sure how this middle part is going to turn out? I would like funny situations or events to happen, in order to make in the story longer and more interesting. Got ideas? I'll try my best to add them in if I like them! Also I'll try to do a flashback to what's happening back home. A reader reminded me of that and I'm very thankful they did!

I don't own Glee or Harry Potter. I just don't.

Welcome to McKinley

Albus took a deep breath as he took his first steps (as a person who was going to be a student that is) into William McKinley High School. Albus had never felt this scared, yet this excited in his whole life.

Earlier that morning, Brittany styled him and picked out his clothes (or her dad's old clothes). She used hair gel and spiked up the front of his hair for him, then chose a large green long sleeved shirt and dark, baggy jeans for him to wear to school. Albus never would have thought there would be schools in America that didn't wear uniforms. Almost every school in England, public or private, wizarding or Muggle had them.

Albus stood in the large hallway and looked around at all the kids talking and opening their lockers (which he previously called metal storages).With his new backpack on and all his brand new school supplies in hand, he was almost ready to join classes there. However he was a bit nervous, since he had never taken any Muggle related classes in his entire life. He tried to not think about that too much though. All he needed to do was sign into the school office and get his schedule and he was ready.

"Well, are you excited?" Brittany, who was walking right next to him, asked.

"Sure, but I honestly don't know anyone here but you and Artie. What if no one likes me? What if they don't understand a word I'm saying because of my accent?" Albus said worried.

"They will love you and especially you accent. All you have to do is stick with me the whole day. I'm pretty popular-actually probably the most popular girl in the school; here so if you are with me, you don't have to worry about being slushied."

"Slushied?" Albus said a little horrified, unfamiliar with the term. "What does that mean?"

"Don't worry about it. Just stick with me, and you'll be fine."

The two of them walked towards the office and parted ways. Brittany gave him a quick hug, then headed to her first class of the day, while Albus heading into the office.

As he opened the doors to the office's waiting area, he saw another student already waiting there. The student was young male wearing a pristine white jacket with a top hat to complete the outfit. Albus couldn't see his face however because he was facing the other direction.

Albus stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, but then decided to try to talk to the guy to break the ice a bit and to let him know that someone else was in the room.

"So, um, you're new here too?"

The boy turned around, obviously startled by him, and his large blue eyes widened and his mouth gaping.

"Yes…I mean no… well uh kind of but not really…" he stammered, not knowing what he was going to say. Albus noted that he had a slightly higher voice than most teenage boys. "Well, I'm actually transferring back here. I was at Dalton before because I had to move there because of certain reasons, which I don't really want to talk about with you, because I don't even know you yet, but I'm coming back here because it's the best for me and my family, and I also miss my dear friends quite a lot," the boy rambled on quickly. Albus hardly understood a word of what he was saying. The boy was clearly nervous and Albus could tell by the look on his face and his cheeks turning red that he knew that he sounded weird too.

"Oh," Albus replied, not knowing what to say next. Once again, there was an awkward silence. The boy was staring at him however, and analyzing him. It made Albus feel slightly uncomfortable, but he just brushed it off and looked the other direction.

The boy broke the silence though. He cleared his throat, which made "My name is Kurt, by the way. Kurt Hummel, in case you're wondering." Kurt put out his hand, as a friendly gesture and took Albus by surprise. He decided to shake it, not trying to be rude. "So I'm guessing you're new here to this school? And this country?"

"How did you…" Albus questioned, not thinking. He was surprised at the sudden confidence that Kurt possessed. Just a minute ago, he was all surprised, shocked and nervous.

"Your accent, genius. You're from England right?"

"Yes. I'm actually…"Albus started.

The office doors opened, interrupting him. An Indian man walked out with a sort of expressionless look on his face and turned to Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel, will you step inside my office. I just need to talk to you for a bit before you can join your friends and classes and whatever shenanigans they are up to today."

Kurt turned towards Albus and smiled. "We'll chat later. But what's your name? I didn't quite catch it."

"Albus. Albus Potter." Albus told him. "Err… nice talking to you for a minute."

"Pleasure," Kurt said as the Indian man gestured to him to come into his office.

Albus waited another 10 minutes, until Kurt burst out the door and out of the waiting space, with a look of excitement. He nodded to Albus quickly and then ran out the room. The Indian man looked at him and motioned towards the office.

"Are you the new student Albus?"

"Yes sir."

"I need to talk to you about some important things," he said with a frustrated expression on his face.

"Sure."

Albus entered the office with him and shut the door. The man went to his seat on the opposite of the desk and sat down. He folded his hands and turned to Albus.

"Have a seat."

Albus pulled up the chair and put his backpack down and observed the room. It was very neat, yet kind of dull and the room seemed to suck whatever enthusiasm out of him like how a Dementor would suck the soul out of wizards. Albus looked at his desk and saw a nameplate that said 'Principal Figgins'.

"Albus, it's a pleasure to have you, a foreign student, join this school," Figgins started. "However, you can't join McKinley if you don't have a transcript."

Albus looked at him blankly. Transcript? He did not remember hearing about a transcript when talking to Brittney's dad yesterday to sort all the problems out. Mr. Pierce asked what school he was at in England and Albus gave him the name of a Muggle school that was nearby his hometown. Albus asked whether they would accept him on such short notice and without a letter of permission or acceptance and Mr. Pierce (after giving him a confused stare) told him not to worry, he would cover everything.

Albus looked at Figgins. "Um…well don't you have it? I thought Mr. Pierce gave you everything?"

"No we don't have it. All he did was told me that you wanted to join McKinley for at least until summer. If you don't have a transcript to prove that you've been to school in England and that show how many credits you have, I'm afraid that you won't be able to join."

Now Albus knew he was screwed. He needed to join, or else he would be bored to death and would have no chance of making a difference here and fulfilling his destiny to get back.

"Uh… well that's not good. Can I check my backpack?" Albus asked hoping that it would buy him time to think.

"I doubt it's in there, but go ahead." Principal Figgins said raising an eyebrow.

Albus searched through his backpack and came across his wand. He stared at it for a moment. He could just pull it out and put an Imperius curse on Figgins, so that he would let him in, it was the best thing he could do.

No, I'm not using magic, he told himself. This is a serious situation but it's not a matter of life or death so no. Getting arrested is not what I want to do.

Albus zipped up his backpack and stared at Figgins.

"It's not in here," Albus replied to him.

"Thought so. Well I'm afraid you can't…"

Suddenly a woman walked in briskly, holding a paper.

"Sorry to interrupt, but this transcript and some other documents came it with the name Albus Potter on it. I was wondering if you knew who this was?"

Principal Figgins gave him Albus annoyed look. Albus mouth was wide open, in total shock. How was this even possible? How did he have a transcript, he didn't even know what it was. This must have been some sort of fluke, or possibly a miracle! Whatever it was, he was thankful that this happened.

Thank you Dumbledore, if this was you, he silently said in his head.

Albus looked at the woman, and then turned back to Figgins. He quickly regained composure and smirked.

"Found it," Albus said sheepishly.

Figgins took the paper from the lady, clearly annoyed, and looked at it. He read it carefully and then looked up at Albus.

"So, your school in England was St. Andrew's Institution for the Socially Inept?"

"Precisely," Albus said smiling, trying to control his excitement.

"Well, this is going to be interesting…" Figgins said unsurely.

"So, am I in?" Albus asked.

Figgins put his index finger up, as he read over all the papers. Finally after a few minutes, Principal Figgins got up and walked around his desk and turned to him.

"Well Albus, welcome to William McKinley High School," Figgins said grabbing his hand and shaking it, then handing him his schedule.

Albus stood up and gave a big smile with his schedule in hand, not even bothering to look at it. He was feeling very impatient and just wanted to get out of this boring room. "Thank you very much! Its a great pleasure to be a part of this school in America," Albus said happily. "But… err, can I leave now and go to classes?"

"Of course!" Figgins said as Albus darted towards the door and opened it.

"Have a great first day!" Figgins shouted to him as Albus hurried off.

Principal Figgins went back to his seat and sighed.

"Socially inept my ass…" Figgins muttered to himself, as he went back to work for the rest of the day.