I've been meaning to put this chapter up. Im rushing to leave my house for school and so of course I decide to finish up the last bit of this chapter and post it before I leave. That's me (senior by day and a closet fanfic obsessor by night) Anyway I hope you enjoy! Thank you sooo much for the reviews! They make me all happy inside and help when I need the encouragement to write up the next chapter of this story.

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Santana and Quinn were leaning against a row of lockers waiting for their best friend Brittany to hurry up and get out of her class. The trio always walked down to the cafeteria together. Santana was twirling her hair between her fingers as her eyes landed on a sophomore who was walking out of an empty classroom. She thought it would be fun to give him her signature smoldering look and smirked when she saw it had the desired effect she was pining for. The kid's face turned a dark shade of red as he dropped his books and shuffled away when he realized the cheerleader was looking at him. Beside her Quinn was examining her manicured nails and looked rather bored.

"Do we seriously have to drink Sylvester's special shake for lunch, because I don't think my stomach can take it anymore" Quinn grumbled.

"Ugh don't remind me. My stomach is still pissed at me" Santana clutched her abdomen as she remembered the disgusting strict health regiment Coach Sylvester had them on all summer.

Just then three of the varsity football players zoomed past them.

"Karofsky where's the fire?" Santana laughed as she watched Karofsky push his way down the hallway. The football player kept running, only briefly glancing back at Santana and she tilted her head to the side as he looked at her with complete fear.

"What the hell!" Santana yelled as she felt someone knock into her back sending her tumbling forward. If it weren't for all those years cheering, she would have most definitely ended up srawled on the floor but Santana caught herself just before that happened. She quickly whipped her body around, wondering which idiot was asking for a deathwish.

"Puck? What is your problem!" The brunette shrieked and stomped her foot on the floor.

Puck regained his balance and straightened himself up. Santana quickly took in her brother's appearance. The usual laid-back, cocky grin her brother permanently wore at school was gone. Instead his eyebrows were scrunched together in anger and he had that look in his eye. She knew that look from all the times she would bug him, purposely driving him to the point where he would snap and wrestle her to the ground putting her in a chokehold. When they were little, Puck went through a phase where he would sit and watch hours of wrestling on tv, unknown by their parents of course. They eventually caught on however when one day they walked in on Puck throwing himself off the couch yelling "body slam" as he landed on Santana who was laying on the floor. They immediately put a stop to the wrestling, but every now and then Puck would still use his moves on his sisters whenever they would get on his nerves. Santana cautiously took a step back.

"They're dead!"Puck roared and he took off down the hallway.

"Whose dead?" Santana raised her hand and yelled after her brothers receding figure. She looked over at her best friend but Quinn merely shrugged her shoulders.

A thumping sound of clumsy feet came barreling down behind her, "Karofsky slushied Rachel and Kurt!" Finn blurted at the cheerleader and he kept on running and disappeared around the corner.

Santana's mind took a moment to register the sentence that had just come out of the abnormally tall boy's mouth.

Karofsky...that ape of a football player...slushied... MY sister?

Quinn swore she saw fire flash behind her friends eyes.

"Out of my way Jew Fro!" Santana snarled as she shoved the poor freshman who was blocking her way and she too tore off down the hallway, her mind quickly thinking of a thousand different ways she was going to hurt Karofsky.

"Okay. I officially hate high school." Kurt stood in front of the bathroom sink and stared at his reflection.

Rachel and Mercedes were standing on either side of him, all three sporting the same slushie drenched look.

Rachel grabbed a handful of napkins and began pulling the clumps of ice out of her hair and drying the sticky dye off her face and neck. She felt completely humiliated. She had heard of course of the infamous slushie ritual that happened in the halls of McKinley. It was almost like a sick twisted right of passage where every year the new senior class took it upon themselves to conduct daily slushie facials, usually targeting freshman and other outcasts. Everyone knew about it, parents students and even the teachers, but instead of stopping or reporting it, the teachers would all simply turn their heads and allow this ridiculous form of hierarchy to continue.

"You think our brother's have found them yet?" Kurt asked as he ran a napkin under the sink.

"Brothers?" Mercedes asked as she scrubbed a napkin over her shirt.

"Yeah. My step brother. Finn? He's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box but hey...beggers can't be choosers." Kurt patted the moist napkin around the collar of his shirt in a lame attempt of cleaning up the blue dye. "This better come off at the dry cleaners." Kurt stopped scrubbing.

"Wait Rachel which one's your brother?" Mercedes gave up trying to take off the slushie all together.

"Noa-...Puck" Rachel corrected herself, " Puck Corcoran."

Mercedes gasped, "Your a Corcoran!"

Rachel raised her lip to the side and shrugged, "I am." She was used to people reacting that way when they found out she was the younger sister of the infamous Puck and Santana Corcoran. She knew her siblings had made quite a reputation for themselves, and every year without fail her teachers would always pale in fear upon learning she was a Corcoran, afraid that she might give them trouble like her brother and sister did. But every year she would prove them wrong and people quickly realized Rachel wasn't loud or obnoxious or a trouble maker like Puck and Santana. She had one best friend who she spent most of her time with and was known for having really good grades. Some people failed to see that she was just quiet and decided to label her as being a self absorbed, stuck-up snob.

Mercedes Kurt and Rachel snapped their heads towards the door as they heard shouting coming from the halls outside.

"They found them." Kurt said assuringly as he slicked his hand through his hair.

Rachel could hear her sisters unmistakable voice yelling obscenities in the hall over all of the other voices. The bathroom door swung open and the tiled room quickly filled with the loud sounds of the hallway. The three freshman caught a glimpse of the scene that was unfolding outside and their mouths hung open; Finn and Puck were being held back by Quinn and some other cheerleaders as they tried to throw punches at two of the jocks who threw the slushies; A teacher was trying to pry Santana off the bigger jock and she currently had her hands firmly wrapped around his neck. The kid's face was quickly turning a deep shade of red.

Santana's friend Brittany walked into the bathroom and the door closed behind her, muffling the shouts and sounds from the hallway.

"Hey little S. I thought you could use this." Brittany walked forward and stuck out her arm, "Santana left this at my house yesterday."

Rachel quickly recognized her sister's favorite top.

"Thanks Britt." She summoned up a smile and gladly accepted the shirt.

"Sorry I don't have anything for your friends to wear." The blonde cheerleader looked down at her own clothes, "I mean all I have is another cheerleading uniform and I don't think you'd want to wear it." She looked over at Kurt. "And I don't think it's your size." She turned towards Mercedes and looked geniunely sorry she couldn't help them.

"That's okay." Kurt smiled at the same time Mercedes answered, "Don't worry about it."

"Getting slushied sucks. I mean I don't know how it feels because I've never been slushied before... but I threw one at this kid once... and he told me it sucked...and that it was really cold." Brittany nodded her head and looked at three younger freshman before her.

Rachel opened her mouth to answer but she stopped when she heard a loud yell coming from the other side of the door. She quickly threw on Santana's clean shirt and headed outside with the others.

"CORCORANS! HUDSON! KAROFKSY! MILLER! IN MY OFFICE NOW!" The schools principle stomped his foot and yelled over the chaotic mess that had erupted in the hallway.

Rachel watched as the fighting and the yelling immediately stopped. She caught Santana's eye and her older sister yelled out to everyone in the hallway, "Anyone decides to mess with her again will have to deal with me!" She pointed towards Rachel and Rachel felt her cheeks redden.

"MISS CORCORAN ENOUGH!" Mr. Figgins yelled and one by one Puck, Finn, Karofsky, His two friends and Santana all followed behind him.

There was a sudden buzz that erupted in the halls as everyone began talking at once. Before long the entire school knew that there was a new Corcoran and rumors were spreading like wild fire that Santana had killed Karofksy because he slushied her little sister. For the rest of the day people stood clear away from Rachel and in all honesty, she didn't really mind.

The bell had finally rung and the halls were once again empty. Santana, Puck and Karofsky found themselves seated outside Principle Figgins office awaiting to hear their punishment. Finn was the first to get called in and he had already left along with the other jock. The secretary kept glancing up at them and shaking her head in disappointment as she typed away on her keyboard. Santana really wished the ladies head would just shake right off.

Karofsky shot Puck a dirty look and then scowled at the smug cheerleader, "Your so lucky your a girl." He said.

"Your so lucky I didn't cut your balls off." Santana gritted through her teeth and clenced her fists. Karofsky's scowl slowly disappeared and he gulped.

The sounds of the keys clicking on the keyboard stopped and the secretary tsked her tongue and shook her finger at Santana. The brunette unclenched her fist and slumped back in her seat. She folded her arms across her chest and glared at Karofsky.

Mr. Figgins door swung open and out walked Miller. He shot Puck a look and quickly ducked his head down but not before Puck saw the purple black eye and bloody nose that marked his face. Mr. Figgins glanced over at the remaining three perpetrators.

"Mr. Karofksy." Mr. Figgins called the husky football player's name and watched as the young man stood up, shuffling his feet and slumping his way into the office, "I have your father on the line." Mr. Figgins said as he closed the door.

Puck's foot was shaking up and down. He tucked his index finger under his thumb and pushed down until he heard it crack. Satisfied he moved on to his next finger and proceeded to push down..waiting to hear the loud gratifying crack.

Santana watched her brother continue to do this for a few seconds before she nudged her leg into his knee, "Hey."

Puck's leg kept on jumping and he kept on cracking his fingers.

"I nailed him real good." Puck said quietly, his eyes staring at the floor in front of him, his leg bouncing.

"He had quite the shiner." Santana agreed, not taking her eyes off her brother.

"I didn't want to stop." Puck squinted his eyes, "I was so angry. I just kept hitting and I didn't want to stop. I-"

"Hey." Santana interrupted her brother and put her hand on his bouncing knee, " Don't even go there. I know what your thinking Puck. And don't you dare even. You had all the right in the world to be angry. I was pissed the fuck off too." Santana said and she lowered her voice when she heard the clicking of the keyboard stop.

It picked up again and she whispered, "You are nothing like him Puck. You would never hurt the people you love."

Puck's leg stopped shaking and he stopped cracking his fingers.

"You think so." He said slowly nodding his head, still staring at the floor.

"I know so Noah Corcoran. You are one hundred times the man he will ever be." Santana blinked and did a slow eye roll, " I mean..you can act like a little girl sometime." She tried lightening the mood.

Puck snorted a laugh and Santana nudged his shoulder and smiled.

"He did deserve it though didn't he."

"Hell yes he did!" Santana said and the secretary slammed her fingers on the keyboard and looked up. Santana widened her eyes and shrugged her shoulders, stifling a laugh.

Puck sniggered and Santana brought her finger up to her temple and twirled it around in a circle.

She was glad she got her brother laughing again and wasn't even scared about going in to see Figgins...that is until she heard it.

"Shit."

"What?" Puck asked as he watched Santana tilt her head to the side. She held up her hand

"I hear Manolos."

"What?" Puck spat, wondering who the hell Manolo was.

"Size sevens. Manolos." Santana nodded her head , " We are so fu-"

"Finish that sentence Santana Ava Corcoran!"

Puck whipped his head and shrunk into his seat as he saw his mother standing in front of him, her hand placed firmly on her hips, glaring at the two of them. If looks could kill...

"Seriously you guys! I had to get a phone call on the first day of school? The FIRST DAY!" Shelby walked over and sat down next to them, sighing she searched through her oversized bag and pulled out her phone, "I'm just going to turn this thing off. I'm afraid of answering it again."

"Sorry mom" Santana mumbled, "But in my defense I only choked the kid-"

"Oh in her defense. Tell me, daughter of mine, what possessed you to choke another student?" Shelby raised her hand and looked over at the secretary, who quickly averted her eyes and continued typing.

"Mom seriously though, the asshole slushied Rachel!"

Shelby decided to overlook the curse word that came out of her fiery daughter's mouth and instead focused on the last part of the sentence. This was new to her ears and Figgins certainly failed to mention that bit of information over the phone.

"Ah Mrs. Corcoran." Mr. Figgins had opened the door and Karofsky brought his head down as he quickly saw Mrs. Corcoran narrow her eyes at him.

"Figgins. Please. Call me Shelby. I've seen you enough over the years. We can drop the formalities." Shelby walked into the office and Figgins chuckled and held open the door, motioning for the younger Corcorans to do the same.

Mr. Figgins sat behind his desk and looked at the three faces before him. Santana was staring apathetically at him, Noah had his jaw clenched and looked as if he wanted to be somewhere else and Shelby looked...pissed off?

"Well. I called you down here Shelby because it is only the first day of the new school year and your children have already gotten into a fight. As you know I have a zero tolerance for fighting and I'm afraid they are facing suspension." He said with a thick accent.

Shelby nodded, " I understand Figgins." She clasped her hands in front of her and folded one leg over the other, " Now what I don't understand is why you failed to mention that my youngest was harrassed in your school." Shelby spoke sternly and Mr. Figgins gulped clearly intimidated.

"Well you see..."

"No. I don't see. My children were simply responding to an act of violence that you and your staff have repeatedly overlooked."

Figgins pulled on his tie.

"Now I understand my children may have gone a little overboard and I thought I taught them better than to raise a hand at another person, " Puck and Santana shrank into their seats as their mothers words bit them, " But I don't think it is right that you punish them for defending their sister when you allow your students to walk around throwing slushies at others all day." She snapped.

The meeting went on and Shelby had managed to get her kids off the hook, promising that they would attend the Glee club as a result of their punishment...she knew her kids hated going.

They all walked out of the office and Shelby pulled them back before they headed off towards their class.

"I'm upset that you guys fought today. I gotta say I think you broke a new record Noah. Last year I thought it was bad being called in on the first week, but this ...this takes the cake." She said and Puck hung his head, nodding.

"However...I'm letting this one slide. I'm glad you both stood up for your sister." She said and couldn't help but smile as she saw her kids quickly raise their eyes.

"Now go finish the rest of your day and please behave my babies!" Shelby quickly kissed them and hugged them both.

"I've gotta get back to work. Have fun at glee! Say hello to Will for me" She winked and walked out of the school, clacking her heels.

Santana and Puck stood and watched their mother's receding figure, "Mom's awesome." They both nodded in agreement and decided it would be best to head to class.

The last bell rang throughout the school and the empty halls quickly filled with students. There were students clambering to get home, while others made their way over to the locker rooms to get ready for practice. Santana walked out of her classroom and slowly made her way over to her locker, deciding to take as much time as humanly possible before heading over to the first glee meeting.

She quickly sent her sister a text, telling her to meet her at the choir room. She pulled out her bag and stuffed all of her things inside. She closed the locker door and sighed.

What a day!

She heard her name being called and quickly looked up and smiled at the blonde cheerleader walking towards her.

"Hey B. Thanks by the way for earlier. Rachel told me you gave her my shirt."

Brittany grinned happily, "Of course! I couldn't stand seeing Little S so sad." and her smile faltered as she remembered the look Rachel wore after being slushied.

"Hey are you ready for Glee? I'm kind of excited for try-outs." Brittany lowered her voice as she revealed what she was secretly thinking about all day.

"I guess I'm ready" Santana grumbled as she remembered her promise to Figgins to attend every glee session. Brittany picked up her hand and stuck out her pinkie in front of Santana's frowning face.

The brunette couldn't help but smile and gave in and linked her own pinkie with Brittany's. The two headed down to the choir room.

Everyone from last year was already in there. Puck, Finn, Quinn, Tina, Artie, and Mike along with four new faces, Kurt, Mercedes, Matt and Rachel.

Santana strolled over and took an empty seat near her sister.

"Do I have to be here?" Rachel whined and looked pleadingly at her sister.

"If I have to be here then so do you." Santana answered and she crossed her legs.

"It's not that bad!" Brittany smiled, "I mean I totally thought it was going to be really lame when I first joined but Glee is actually a lot of fun. I love it." Brittany whispered the last part of her sentence so that only the two sisters would hear her.

"Well! Welcome back everyone!" Will Schuester clapped his hand and smiled warmly at the students that sat before him, "And a very warm welcome to those of you who are joining us for the first time today." Will glanced over at the fresh new faces.

He gave a speech about the Glee club, making sure to mention that they had placed in Nationals last year, which was held in Nashville. Sure they came in 10th place but it was still 10th in the nation. He announced that this year Nationals would be held in New York and the room was suddenly buzzing with excitement.

"Well as you guys may know, we welcome anyone who wants to join, but we still hold a little 'try-out' where new members perform for the group." He glanced at the new faces, "Are you guys ready to perform?"

Kurt shared a knowing look with Mercedes and glared up at Mr. Schuester, "Oh I was born ready. I have been preparing. I heard about the try-outs through my brother. Hi Finn" Kurt chuckled. Finn waved and forced a grin at his step brother's over enthusiasm.

"Great. Let's hear it." Will took a seat by the the piano and Kurt strolled over to the piano player, whispering the name of the song in his ear.

He stood in front of the group, cleared his throat and began belting out the words to 'Mr. Cellophane'

Everyone was surprised when they heard him hit those really high notes and when he finished Mr. Schuester stood up and clapped with the rest of the group.

"Thank you Kurt. That was fantastic. Guys what do we think?"

Kurt beamed at them and Finn shook his head and smiled," Welcome to Glee Kurt."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Kurt bowed and waved his hand like a beauty queen before he ran over and took his seat.

"That was excellent. Whose next?"

Mercedes stood up and decided to sing Aretha Franklin. The girl had a powerful voice and Mr. Schuester was thrilled. He was practically jumping in his seat and again, the group clapped and welcomed their new member. The same thing happened with Matt as he decided to sing 'Man in the Mirror' and again, the group clapped and welcomed him in.

"Okay. Last but most certainly not least. Rachel" Will said as Matt sat back down.

"Um. I don't have a song picked out." Rachel really didn't want to sing. She had stopped singing for fun a long time ago.

"Come on up Rachel." Will smiled and Rachel had no choice as her sister practically shoved her up towards the front. Rachel shot Santana a look and the older girl smirked back.

"I think I have just the song for you to sing. Trust me. You know the words to this song." Will smiled knowingly and he whispered in the piano player's ear. The musician smiled and his fingers touched down on the ivory keys and began the introduction of the selected song.

Will sat pleased with himself and waited to hear the brunette sing. He had heard form her mother that the girl's voice was exceptional, but she would always have to push her to sing.

When the introduction started Rachel froze. Of all the songs in the world...he had to pick this one? Her eyes widened and she stared at the eleven faces before her.

The piano player carried the tune and replayed the part when Rachel didn't sing. Will frowned.

"I'm sorry I can't do this." Rachel said and she ran out of the room. Puck and Santana both stood up. "I got this." Santana told her brother and she ran after Rachel.