The first 3 chapters are in first person and then it changes to third, so if you don't like first person it doesn't go on for that long. Plz read the notes at the end! thanks :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Glee but Isabelle Jarr is my creation, if you want to use her in any of your writing (I'm not sure why you would want to but anyway) you can and it would be cool if you shouted me out if you publish your work :)

All mistakes are mine so sorry if I missed some, I'v read this chapter so many times through but there's always a couple that I miss so sorry.

"watch it" an angry voice came from behind me, as i felt a sharp jab in my shoulder of what i can only assume was a book.

"sorry" i don't know why i'm apologising she walked into me. yeah she's pretty hot but even if she was gay she's definitely not the type to like a timid person, not that i'm anywhere near timid. "i just. i don't know where i'm supposed to be" i tried getting her attention again. come on you can do better than that. if you want to survive you have to stick up for yourself until you get friends.

"not here British this is my hall" she turned back around glaring at me as if id broken the law by talking back. oh i knew her type definitely, yep net getting involved it that mess.

and British really. she couldn't think of a better name than that. not the fact that i have short hair or am insanely hot. (ego +10). no she noticed i have an English accent, well done real original.

"you know what never mind i'll fine someone who's less of a bitch" i said turning back around to see if there was anyone else i could ask. but for some reason everyone was avoiding eye contact with me. yeah maybe wasn't my greatest move calling her a bitch. seriously i'v seen the american high school movies but i never actually thought they were true. so why is everyone acting like i just got the plague for talking back to that girl.

like my day couldn't get worse. now i just apparently angered some powerful demon who could make the whole school hate me and i haven't even made it to my first class. Great.

"what did you just call me?" the same voice called behind me. yes definitely not the greatest plan. i turned around yet again but now she was really angry.

"forget it" by now there was a crowd. word must have gotten round that some kid was picking a fight with a cheerleader i presume from what she was wearing. "i just need to know where to go. because not that i really care but if i'm late they're gonna send this person to follow me where ever i go and that can get really dull after a while" i know i should really stop talking but this is ether the time where i become a target for everyone to pick on or i become feared for sticking up to this girl who everyone was afraid of. "so if you're not gonna tell me, leave it cuz i gotta get to class."

i waited for a second to see what she was going to do, but she just stood there shocked that a new kid had talked back to her. i knew i was dead. so my only way was to get out of that situation not only quickly but with as little confrontation as possible.

just as i was about to walk away a short-ish blond girl, another cheerleader, came whispering something into the raven haired girls ear. this was not looking good. and from the facial expression that appeared on her face, the first challenge at the new school, i was ether about to be murdered or given the keys to the city.

a confusing look but the Latina pulled up off pretty well. nope no were not getting a crush on this girl that definitely not happening. if i have a slither of self respect i will just let that thought go and carry on on with life. that is if i make it out of this situation with a life.

slowly she made her way towards me. i stood my ground not wanting to show her that i was scared. because i wasn't. this wasn't the first new school i had been to and it wont be my last. we move i go to a new school i adjust and get on with my life, we move again. this was not my first rodeo.

she was a few feet away from me now, a smirk on her face that just didn't quite reach her eyes. what was going on, and why was there so many people here to watch.

"Santana whatever you're about to do, stop, think. is this really gonna look good for collages, we talked about this." another taller blond spoke up pushing to the front of the crowd so she could leap in at any point to stop what i can only assume would be a murder.

she rolled her eyes as if re-thinking what she was about to do. had my dignity just been saved by that girl. hopefully.

"yeah Santana, think about this" i smirked building my confidence back up with every second i was in front of this girl. it's not like i was going to be staying long here anyway, my dad works with big people in big cities. this town was way too small for him. so i was going to have the most fun without caring. and to me that meant being reckless and confidant in anything i do.

she stuck out her hand for me to shake. i took it, even if this was a plan to beat me up. i go to the gym, i run, i could take her. and if it wasn't i was going to flirt outrageously because why not. who cares.

"Santana Lopez" her smirk never leaving her face

"Isabelle Jarr" i copied her smirk letting go of her hand "so you gonna tell me where TB 4 is" i said looking her up and down for the first time in awe of the other girls body. wow. is all i have to say.

before she spoke again she looked around at the now silenced huddle around us as if by magic they all hurried off to their own classes not wanting to anger the beast further. just as about everyone was gone the two blonds that had dared to talk to Santana while she was enraged walked up behind her.

"that's actually our class, yeah we'll take you" she smiled walking passed me signalling me to follow. "this is Quinn" she nodded over to the shorter blond "and this is Brittany" she carried on nodding to the other taller blond.

what the hell was going on, one minuet i was going to get eaten alive by this girl the next she was helping me and introducing me to her friends. i literally don't understand, what did Quinn say to her and why did it change her mind all of a sudden from murder to befriend.

i smiled at both as they turned around giving their different hello's. Quinn smiled and winked turning back around to face the way she was walking, before two arms wrapped around me in a tight hug.

"hi i'm Brittany nice to meet you" i tensed not knowing how to react to the stranger hugging me before i got a warning glare from both girls to be nice and just go with it. but they didn't really have to warn me, not being nice was never really my style.

i hugged back "hey Britt i'm Izzy. nice to meet you too" she let go, getting back to her original position of skipping down the hallway.

the halls were still pretty busy but they seemed to move out the way of the three girls and now me. who were these people? and why was i now apart of this somehow?

they pretty much gossiped the whole walk there which was fine since it was a pretty short walk and i got sort of caught up with the school news. they walked in a class and i followed. immediately the whole class turned to stare at not only them but me. the new kid who had called one of their gods a bitch and lived to tell the tail. word had obviously gotten round by now to the entire school and to be honest i was pretty proud of myself, it wasn't everyday i actually made people look at me with pure devotion.

by the shier craziness of this school so far i wouldn't be surprised if there was a cult devoted to me by the end of the day. now that would be cool, a little weird, but very cool.

"what you all looking at" Santana glared at everyone as they quickly looked away. this was getting out of hand. no way should anyone have this much power over that many people at such a young age. she rolled her eyes and sat at the back patting the seat next to her indicating for me to sit there.

as i began to make my way through the maze of desks i knocked over someones bright pink pencil case. i stopped at the gasp that exited the owners mouth before suddenly stopping realising who had knocked it over. me?

"oh sorry about that" i began, bending down to pick it up for her, thanking god it hadn't been open otherwise i would have had to pick up the entire contents of the pencil case.

"oh no i'm sorry it was in you're way. i should have seen you coming and moved it for you." she began rambling but i wasn't really listening as i saw the glare from all three of cheerleaders who had shown me to class.

"nar don't worry about it it was my fault" i smiled down at the now silenced girl "there" i handed her back the pencil case and rushed to the designated seat next to Santana, hearing a small "thank you" from behind me.

i sat down throwing my bag under the table before i got ambushed by questions from all three about why i had been talking to that girl and why was i smiling at her.

"what do you like her or something"

"what did she want from you"

"did she try to bewitch you, that can happen sometimes"

"why were you being so nice"

i couldn't take all the questions they were asking me at once. why wouldn't i? she did nothing wrong and apologised to me because i knocked over her pencil case. what was their problem with her she seemed alright. the clothes she was wearing left something to be desired but there wasn't really much else.

"whoa okay. why wouldn't i. i accidentally knocked over her pencil case as i was making my way to you" i looked directly at Santana before carrying on "n' so i picked it up for her and apologised. whats the big deal" i knew why they were mad or at least annoyed at what i did i just wanted to see if they would actually say it.

"i don't know where to start." Quinn spoke up first "she stole my boyfriend, proceeded to try and befriend me after and then when i didn't want to be her friend she told everyone that i had cheated on my boyfriend. oh and she's really annoying"

"okay fair enough that seems like a valid reason to not like someone" i said a little taken aback at that whole story. that is not what i was expecting.

as Santana was about to tell me why she hated the girl the teacher walked in. she was old and obviously tired of her job, strolling in 15 minuets late without even an apology. everyone went quiet as the teacher began to write on the bored on what we had to do during the hour. i was about to start writing when i realised i didn't actually have anything to write with. i must have left it home this morning.

leaning over to Santana i began to whisper asking if she had a spear pen when the teacher whipped round to see who was interrupting her.

"care to share with the rest of the class" she chimed in that fake clueless voice teachers used before they were about to tell a child off

"i was just asking for a pen cuz i don't have one" i answered back expecting her to move on and continue the lesson. but no.

"and why do you not have a pen may i ask" she carried on smiling at the fun she was about to have with the new student. but i knew this. i had seen enough teachers to know how to react to them.

"you may indeed" i smiled back not breaking the eye contact we now shared. "you see i woke up late this morning because my parents are away on a work outing" this was in fact a lie "so there was no one in. obviously being the person i am, i knew this so had set an alarm but unfortunately that alarm didn't go off" true my alarm didn't go off "because we had a brief yet very inconvenient power cut," lie "for reasons i am unaware of. and so hurrying out the door so i wouldn't be late for my first day of school i must have left my pencil case next to my uneaten breakfast." i had put on my poshest English accent just for the fun of it as i finished waiting for her response.

"that does not explain why you had to interrupt my class and make a scene, causing me to stop the lesson just for you" she tried unsure of how else to proceed. but this was perfect i knew just what to say.

"but i wasn't the one who made a scene, you did" i dropped the posh accent and back into my regular accent, still English just not as queenly. "i was happy just asking Santana here for a pen as quietly as possible as to not interrupt your lesson that i'm sure is interesting and would have been great if you hand't stopped it so everyone could hear about my morning. i'm very pleased with your concern but if you could just stick to your job and not my morning affairs i'm sure the lesson would go on much smoother" by now i was getting angry and just wanted to go back to pretending to pay attention but the teacher was having non of it.

"i don't know who you think you are talking to but its definitely not me. i am your teacher and deserve to be treated with respect" she began to shout, which only got me more angry. today really wasn't my day.

"look one i'll start treating you with respect when you start treating me with respect because to be honest i was polite and just wanted a pen but no you had to make a scene for some reason instead of just carrying on with your job and teaching us" i was getting angry and had begun to shout. i knew this couldn't lead to anywhere good and i probably should have stopped by now but she had gotten on my nerves. "and two i wasn't the only one talking in the class but for some reason you chose to single me out. so stick to your job which is supposed to be teaching even though you're doing a pretty bad job of it so far. i mean seriously i'm pretty sure turning up 15 minuets late to the lesson is going to have a bigger impact on our education than me borrowing a pen"

at that the teacher was silenced. finally. she looked gobsmacked at the anger that had shot out of me. everyone did, and i was feeling pretty angry ready to storm out the door at one more word from the old bat or anyone to be honest.

i suddenly felt all the rage run out of me as i felt a hand placed on my thy making me to calm down. how did that happen. i had known this girl for 30 minuets but just with the touch of her hand i was calm. that had never happened before.

i got angry a lot, my parents said i had anger issues and got some kind of specialist to confirm their theory. but that didn't really help. all it meant was that i knew why i got angry all the time but never how to not get angry.

i had tried a lot of things but non of them seemed to work. so how was it that this girl stopped my anger within a second with just one touch. i glanced at her preparing myself to see the look on everyone else's face but instead of fear i just saw a sweet genuine kind of confused smile on her lips spreading right to her eyes. with her other hand she passed me a pen not moving the hand that was on my thy.

i took it smiled and mouthed thank you before looking back changing my sweet smile to a smirk as i held the pen up in the air a bit so the teacher could see.

"well i am going to have to give you a detention for not having the correct equipment, maybe if you had been more polite i could have maybe let you off but your behaviour is unacceptable" the teacher tried to defend herself more, dragging all the anger back up out of me.

i was prepared to scream at the teacher again until Santana squeezed my thy making me look at her instead of the teacher. i looked, questioning what she was trying to get me to do. she just shook her head with warning eyes. i understood.

i sucked up my pride and anger preparing myself for the words that were about to come out my mouth.

"you don't have to do that miss, i found a pen at the bottom of my bag" i paused taking in a deep shaky breath not liking the next words that were about to come out "sorry for the disturbance"

the teacher nodded and turned around continuing to write the rest of the instructions on the board. i could still feel many sets of eyes on me even though i had my head down. this was the perfect time to use the fear i had created. even if i didn't like to. i looked up i full glare on my face, staring at anyone who dared to look at me. soon enough everyone's eyes were at the front of the class again.

half way through the lesson Santana's hand came off my thy so she could sharpen a pencil and never went back on. i kind of missed it, it was comforting. no no it wasn't it was just a hand. non of that meant anything. just a hand.

before you think that this is just some form of internalised homophobia its not i'm proud to be a lesbian. i just know i cant get attached to anyone because i know one day i'll leave just like the rest of the schools.

at the end of the class i ran out, before the teacher could even think about keeping me behind or giving me a detention. i was the first out which was pretty amazing considering i was the furthest away from the door.

i stood outside waiting for Quinn, Britt and Santana to come out. one because they were actually pretty cool and not who i thought they would be and two because i had no idea where my next class was.

i stood waiting watching as everyone pored slowly out before i saw the pencil case girl come up to me.

"hi" she said averting her gaze looking down at her shoes

"hey" i smiled waiting for her to say anything else but she didn't "did you want anything or. . . ."

"Rachel Berry" she stuck her hand out for me to shake it

"Izzy Jarr" i took the hand shaking it and winking before spotting the three girls i was looking for "it was nice meeting you but i have to go. i'll cya around" i said staring over at the girls looking for me. i smiled at how they hadn't just left.

Rachel looked over to see who i was staring at before quickly turning around back to me with a smaller smile that before that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"okay i'll talk to you later" she strode off towards the toilets before i had time to say bye.

"where do you think she went" sighed Brittany as they began to walk to their next class. they all looked dishevelled on not finding their new friend.

"where did who go" i grinned at the now very animate blond pulling me into another hug. i was going to have to get used to that.

"where did you go straight after class. one minuet you were beside me the next you were gone" Santana laughed plying her friend off of me.

" i went to hide from the bitch of a teacher" i continued following them even though they had no idea what class i was in. "i didn't know if i was gonna get a detention or anything so decided it would be best if she didn't see me" they all nodded in understanding.

" yeah what was that about" Quinn laughed remembering the scene and how stupid the teacher looked i can only assume.

"i don't know it annoys me when teachers think they can just treat people however they want just because of their job" i stared straight forward not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

"yeah but that was pretty scary" the taller blond carried on the convocation after an awkward silence. "like i would not want you angry at me" she giggled at the questioning glare of Santana before skipping into a class room dragging Quinn along with her.

"she's right it was pretty scary" Santana glanced at me trying to get a read on my thoughts. "and coming from the person who is usually the scary one that's saying something." she laughed a little at herself and i joined in giving a short burst of air in appreciation.

"yeah i guess but it just happens sometimes. its like a switch that goes off, one minuet i'm fine the next i'm in a black out rage" i carried on smiling. i liked to me nice but it was also pretty cool for some people to be scared of me.

"what do you have next?" the other girl asked bringing me out of my own head.

"music in the choir room" i answered looking down at my timetable. what kind of school has, y'know what i'm not even going to question it anymore.

"oh yeah its literally right down there to your left." she began pointing at the door where a few people were waiting outside of. "oh good luck with that you've got Mr and Mrs man hands" she snorted seeing the line of children.

"who?" i asked not really liking the names. it makes me uncomfortable whenever someone is being talked about like that to be honest.

"Rachel Berry, you know the girl with the pencil case and Kurt Hummel, you don't know him yet but you will. trust me" oh yeah okay cool she seemed alright. . . . .a bit weird but alright.

i looked over to the only crowd still in the hall it was pretty small only like 10 or so kids. this was going to be fun. and they actually had instruments in there. i went there this morning and had a go on the piano while i waited for school to start. i always got exited when they had grand pianos because the sound was always amazing.

"so i'll see you later my class is starting so i gotta go. if i'm too late i'll get a detention" she carried on taking a few tiny steps towards me before stopping herself. bit odd but we'll go with it.

"okay yeah" i smiled as she looked a little nervous. "oh and thanks for showing me around. . . even after i called you a bitch" i laughed as she walked away recomposed giving me the finger as she walked into class.

right okay music. this had to be my best subject, and best class there's only 10 of us here that's great. i don't know why i always loved small classes but i do it makes it more i don't know grown up or something. yes i am nearly 18 but still.

i'm glad i already know someone in the class, Rachel seems cool even though there's a lot of history between my new. . . . friends i guess. . . but i think i could maybe get then not to hate her. that is if she wants to be friends with me. i don't know her thoughts and she seemed pretty weirded out or something after class.

okay its not a problem just say hi its not that hard.

"hey" i walk over to the two they weren't talking that much and they had both just laughed so i guess this was the right time to come in.

"oh hi" she smiled looking over at me, as i stopped between the two. "your doing music?" she looked kind of confused at my subject choice.

"yeah" i paused they still seemed pretty confused. "i play a couple instruments and did a bit of theory n' shit back in England. i'm just glad they have actual instruments at this school. some schools i'v been too literally have non" i laughed a little uncomfortable under the still silent stare of the others not only the two in front of me but the rest of the class. they must have heard at least one of the eventful things that had happened to me this morning. great.

Kurt was the first to break the science stretching his hand out to shake that i immediately took it thankful for the pause in interrogation. "Kurt Hummel nice to meet you." he smiled

"Isabelle Jarr, you too." i smiled back knowing he had more to ask but didn't want to anger me. "and yes i did call Santana a bitch and live, and also i screamed at my teacher" i laughed a little at the gasps from all around me that i had confirmed the roomers.

"wow. i mean like. . . how are you not dead. how is Santana being so chill about what you did. her friends have done less and been publicly humiliated until they wanted to die. what did you do to her" he stood in shock thinking out to be honest i didn't know the answer to any of his questions.

"i don't actually know," i was a bit surprised that he was more hung up on the Santana thing and not the teacher thing.

"well i'm just glad that you're alive. it would be a real shame to waist such a" Rachel trailed off. realising what she was about to say.

just as Rachel stopped and looked alarmed at the thought Kurt jumped in saving her before she could get any redder. it was kind of cute to be honest.

"so what brings you to the tiny town of Lima Ohio?" her asked, trying to distract me from Rachel.

"my dad. he travels around for his work a lot and we follow him. but this is the first time weave moved to America. to be honest, i'm pretty surprised he chose to move here. we usually stay in the big cities. i wanted to move to New York but he said this client was bigger. i don't know how you could get bigger that New York though" i began to ramble liking the new discussion topic. it was the first time id really been asked a question about myself and not Santana or that teacher.

" .god" Kurt began pausing after every word for emphasis. " me a Rachel love New York. we want to live there when were older. were planning on being big Broadway actors" he began. it was kind of adorable seeing both of them get exited at the mention of New York.

"Were applying to a collage there with an amazing Arts program and then go wherever that takes us. hopefully a Tony's award or two" Rachel stood up straighter as she explained their plans for the future.

i don't really have a plan for the future i guess i'm just so used to everything being temporary that i never really think that far ahead. i knew i had to do something but i just never really found anything that sparked my interest.

"wow sounds like you have it all planned out" i laughed a little until i saw the seriousness on both of their faces. okay wow do not laugh while that talk about New York got it.

"so what are your plans after graduation?" Rachel grabbed my arm shaking off the half scowl my laugh had caused a second ago.i quickly tensed my bicep at the sudden encounter, i wasn't really the touchy type, unless i knew them really well. my mind went blank. oh no what do i say.

"i don't really know. i never really thought about it." that got a gasp from both of them as if id just said my plan was to kick puppies in the street for the rest of my life, but i carried on. "i move around a lot so my plans are always temporary and we don't know if i'm going to have to take over the family business yet" i stopped myself not knowing what would happen if i'd given too much away about my family. the less people who knew the better. no better yet no one could know unless they join the family and even then they may only get told the basics.

"well why would you have to do that. surly if you don't want to and you have your own dream they would let you pursue it." Rachel asked confused at the thought of not having 100% supportive parents.

don't get me wrong my parents are good and i'm very fortunate to be in the position i am and to have such wealthy it always comes with a price. my price was that one day i would have to become apart of something i never really wanted to be apart of, hell i was already apart of it you were the day you were born into that family. but if it helped my family then i did't mind, i would do anything for them. . . . . . well most of them.

"yeah i have two older brothers and one of them will probably take over the business. and it will most likely not come to be my responsibility but you never know. and i guess i never really thought not having a plan for my future was that big of a deal since i would always have a job if i wanted with my family." i was careful with my words not giving anything away the less they knew the safer they were.

Kurt could tell we were getting into dangerous waters with me as he tried to change the subject to something less life changing.

"so why do you thing Mr Ray is late this time." he paused eyeing Rachel telling her not to carry on their previous convocation. luckily she understood "Mr Ray is our teacher he's always late for some reason" just as he finished explaining the door swung open inviting everyone in. "speak of the devil" he chuckled.

as we began to walk in i kept my head down just wanting the day to be over with already. i wasn't liking the stares i kept getting and i really didn't need anything else to go wrong so people had more of a reason to stare.

"hold it right there" a deep voice said behind me as i stepped into the room. "and who do we have here" he smiled as i turned around.

he was a scrawny man who didn't really fit into his voice it was quite funny actually. he wore a beige blazer that was about two sizes too big and navy jenes. he seemed friendly enough although i did note how usual it was for teachers to be late for their own class.

"Isabelle Jarr sir i'm new" i gave a little nod at him smiling politely not wanting to make any more mistakes.

"well good to have you Izzy. so what's your poison" he asked gesturing to the instruments at the side. i didn't want to brag but most of the instruments in front of me i could play: guitar, drums, cello, base, double base, violin. . . you get the point.

but my favourite was the piano. there were just so many styles of music you could play on one instrument it was fascinating.

"i mostly play piano but i can play some others" understatement if i ever heard.

"ah the beloved piano why don't you play something for us so we get the gist of your musical abilities and style. i always like to know where my students are and how further i can push them." he kept his smile on at all times not letting it waver for a minuet. me on the other hand had just let my defences go as my face dropped terrified of being put on the spot so mercilessly.

"er i don't really know what to do" lie. i did i just didn't want to. "i haven't been able to practice for a while because of the move but i guess i'll go." true my piano still hadn't come over yet and it had been a week since it was supposed to come.

"no worries just give it your best. no judgement." his smile brightened as i made my way toward the piano. "don't you need any sheet music" he questioned as i sat down to an empty piano stand.

"no its all up here" i pointed to my brain smirking before looking back down at the keys. i cant get this wrong. then i would be a delinquent and a bad musician.

"okay whenever you're ready" he chirped sitting down in one of the chairs on the risers.

you got this Jarr just like you're at home. no one is there but you. now play.

the first few chords of the song were played and soon enough most of the room recognised it. how could you not recognise Adele. in that split second i decided to not only play but sing. sure i wasn't as good as Adele, who was, but the song would be better and it could cover up any mistakes i made from the lack of practice.

"When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love"

okay you got this, just don't think about it and you'll be fine. a few people had begun to harmonise, and it was all going relatively well. i didn't dare look up from the keys, scared to make eye contact with anyone encase i mess up.

"I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong"

yes its going pretty well if i do say so myself. not long to go until you can sit down and keep your head down for the rest of the lesson.

"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of this Earth for you

To make you feel my love, oh yes

To make you feel my love"

i finished the song holding the last note on the piano for the dramatic effect. i really did love the spotlight. as soon as the last note lost sound the room filled with applause from everyone, not sure if most of them were scared what i would do if they didn't i just sat down in the closest chair available, that happened to be the chair right next to Rachel.

as i looked across to see her reaction to the song i saw her wipe away a tear from her eye and gave me a watery smile. this ether meant i was so bad it brought tears to her eyes i was amazing so she cried or the song had some kind of meaning i didn't know about. i would be happy with ether of the last two. . . definitely not the first.

"did you like it?"i turned to Rachel and Kurt trying to get an indication of how well it actually went. i was nervous. i don't usually sing in front of people.

they didn't have time to answer before the teacher stood up again clapping his hands a and walking back to the front. "wow" he smiled "i think its safe to say you are going to be a great addition to this class"

he continued the lesson it was a follow up from the last lesson on compositions so i was a bit lost but it was fine. i would just ask someone for their notes after class maybe Rachel or Kurt, after that performance though the other people in my class did start to warm up to me though and some even made eye contact with me when the teacher said he was going to let us compose in groups.

i didn't rush out of this lesson this time. i had no reason to, i didn't think i had anyone waiting for me. sure the Unholy trinity as i heard a few people call them, which was a pretty funny name to be fair, were cool and showed me around but i didn't expect then to welcome me into their group with open arms.

so i took my time packing away my books in my bag, i knew we had a break from lessons but i didn't really have anywhere to go so i would probably stay in here if there was no one else staying.

"hi again" a voice behind me came out of the blue. i flinched a little not expecting it but played it off pretty well i think. "sorry i scared you, i didn't meant to" yeah no i did not play it off well at all.

i turned around and chuckled a bit at the two beaming people in front of me. "hey, no its fine i just wasn't expecting it"

"well Kurt and I were wondering if you wanted to group up with us for the composition thing. we think you would be a very good asset to our team and it would bring up our grades a lot if we had more diversity" Rachel explained as Kurt smiled and nodded as she went along trying to input his thoughts without actually being able to to get a word in.

"yeah sure sounds fun," i beamed. i was happy i didn't have to worry who i was going to work with or if i would have to do it alone.

"Great we'll meet at my house sometime this week my bedroom got sound proofed about a month ago because my dad was tied of hearing my music too loud and i have a couple instruments in there as well. it will be fun" okay that did sound pretty fun to be honest and they seemed like pretty good people. and Kurt having a soundproof room did sound. . . interesting.

"yeah sounds good i" i was about to ask him what instruments he had so i could bring any that he didn't but i was cut off

"okay good, give me your phone number and i'll text you the detail ,me and Rachel need to practice in the auditorium." Kurt interjected, he seemed in a rush so i quickly gave him my number and he called it to make sure it was right before they rushed off shouting bye as they left the room.

everyone else had gone pretty quickly all through one door even though there were two, it was probable some rule Mr Ray had or something. i sat down at the piano playing the song i had just played for everyone else. trying to perfect the bits that had gone slightly wrong. just enjoying the full sound of the grand piano. once i was sure that i had got it down, which didn't take long, i went to do it all again with the singing.

it went well there were no mistakes and i didn't falter once.

"wow that was pretty good" i jumped out of my skin, what is it with people and sneaking up on me this couldn't be good for my health.

"what are you talking about San that was amazing" another voice from behind me spoke up. okay so at least i know who they are now.

"Jesus Christ you scared me" i laughed turning around to face the three girls that were now laughing at me. "what are you doing here anyway i didn't think anyone was gonna be here" i asked pretty curious as to why they were here.

"well we waited outside you're class for a bit and we assumed you had gone off on your teacher again so decided we would come help you, but turns out you were just playing the piano" Quinn spoke up for the first time.

i smiled at the fact that they had waited for me yet again. maybe i had made more of an impact than i thought.

cool.

"that was amazing you should join Glee" Brittany came up to me giving me yet another hug. not that i was complaining she gave great hugs. the two other girls nodded behind her enthusiastically at the suggestion.

"Glee?" i questioned not knowing what is was, i mean it was pretty obvious it had something to do with music based on why they had a asked me to join but you never know with this school.

"yeah its this club that were all in, were a show choir and we go to these competitions; sectionals, regional's and nationals. its also like a second family y'know if one of us need help there there to give it to us. like when Quinn was preggers and was kicked off the cheerios" Santana continued from what Brittany had said. it sounded pretty cool.

hold up did she just say Quinn was pregnant?

"wait what? okay one second. the club sounds cool but can we just back track. Quinn" i said looking straight at her, she did not look happy with Santana. "you were pregnant?"

"yeah keep up that was ages ago. you're missing the point, we want you to join Glee club" Brittany carried on trying to sell Glee harder and harder.

oh okay i guess that's the end of the discussion on Quinn being pregnant, short, left me very confused but well more informed i guess.

"okay yeah i'll join" i nodded keeping an eye on Quinn who still looked annoyed but also scared now. "so when is it" i asked assuming it would be at a lunch or something.

"whenever really we have a meeting in our free periods where everyone is ether expected to go to study hall or do an extra curricular and then after school most days" Santana explained not really sounding sure herself on when they had it ether. .whenever wasn't really i specific time scale.

"yeah okay sounds fun" as soon as the words escaped my mouth i was attacked with yet another hug from Brittany.

i may not be a very touchy person but who could deny these hugs.

So I have the first 9 chapters ready to go and I was just this is juts the first chapter to see what you feel about the story. So if you liked it and want to read any more idk comment or vote and I'll publish the rest of the chapters for you to read.

I'm at a cross roads point in the story where it could go a couple different ways and It would be cool if you guys told me what you wanted in the story, but that is in chapter 9.

This was also written before the death of Naya Rivera, Santana was the first ever lesbian I had seen on TV and Naya helped me so much with my coming out experience. I love you and RIP. X

I'll catch you on the flip side. xxx