Chapter 2! Sorry it took awhile.

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Casey Fabray woke up to a splitting migraine and her digital alarm clock ringing, which didn't help a whole lot. She rubbed her eyes as she stumbled out of her bed. Casey, fighting the intense roll of cold on her skin, quickly hustled down the stairs. In the kitchen, she sleepily fumbled the medicine cabinet, knocking over various prescriptions in her search for the Advil. Casey curled her toes in hope it would make them warmer, but just as she found her desired medication, Quinn, full Cheerios uniform and tight ponytail, entered the room. The two exchanged glances as Quinn opened the fridge to retrieve a yogurt from inside.

"Good morning, sunshine." Quinn murmured sarcastically smiled at her younger sister, knowing very well the resemblance of Santana Lopez that resided in Casey during the mornings.

"Quinn, I have a question," Casey said almost with interest, but keeping her eyes fastened on the bottle of medication as she attempted to open it

"Ask away, Sis" Quinn sat at the table, peeling the plastic cover off her yogurt.

"Did Sue fuse the fabric of that uniform to you when you joined Cheerios," The younger girl asked as she filled a glass with water, and quickly swallowed the small Advil. "Because I'm pretty sure it's been like 2 years since I've seen you with something else on."

Quinn exhaled sharply as if laughing, but the look on her face contradicted any playful mood.

"I mean, unless you want her to murder you- It's Coach Sylvester, not Sue, Coach Sylvester." Casey didn't really think she would be experiencing Sylvester's presence any time soon, but from what she'd heard, Coach Sylvester always had a way of etting herself involved with other people's business. Better Casey be prepared. "What's with the meds so early?" Quinn, changing the topic, nodding her head in the bottles direction.

"Headache." The younger blonde replied.

"Another one?"

"Nope." Casey said, amused, jumped up to sit on the surface of the countertop. "In order to receive another the first would have had to stop."

"Have you told mom?" Quinn ignored her sister's demand.

"About the yogurt? Well, not yet, but I'll make sure to if it means that much to you..."

"Shut up," Quinn flicked her spoon half-filled with yogurt at her sister, getting miniscule splatters on her pajamas.

"Hey, you are cleaning that up." Casey pointed to the stray yogurt that had fallen on the ground.

"You know what I mean," Quinn ignored her sisters demand, "If you're getting headaches again, you have to tell mom so you can go back to the neur-"

"I know, Quinn." Casey looked down at the fingers in her lap. "I know."

The day went by quickly. Casey endured 6 periods of class which only made her headache worse. She was still getting used to the immensity of the school.

There was a level of excitement when she was discharged from class. Every now and again, Casey would run into Brittany in between class, and Brittany would absentmindedly smile at her, possibly mumble a 'hi', but this excitement was also joined by utter fear. Where there was Brittany, there was Santana- and the deep rush of joy she felt from seeing Brittany's eyes light up in Casey's direction, was often interrupted by an intense glare from the Latina who followed closely behind. The stare she received from Santana was not unlike the one she experienced the night before- cold and death like, essentially frightening the absolute shit out of Casey.

A couple times, Casey considered turning around in the hallway when she saw the two Cheerios approaching, but she decided that if she had to endure 3 million death glares from Santana, for that one bright smile she received from Brittany, she would go through it every time.

Of course, Santana wasn't the only form of fear from passing through the hallways. There were a few times Casey would turn a corner to find her sister pressing Rachel Berry up against a row of lockers, exchanging saliva successfully, that Casey would have liked to expel from her mind.

Casey fought the explosion of a headache brewing in her brain, until she made her way down the the Cafeteria where she expected to find a table of friends to greet her. But she had no such luck.

Instead, she found Puck, sitting on the surface of a lunch table, explaining and making large gestures to a group of football jocks, who casually left before Casey had arrived at Puck's side.

"Hey, Fa-bro," Puck met Casey's eyes with his own, enjoying the little nickname he awarded the curly haired girl. "Wuddup?"

Casey and Puck had spent an almost unusual amount of time together while Puck and Quinn dated last year. He had really taken a liking to his girlfriend's sister. Quinn didn't think much of their relationship. Odd, yes, but she figured they had grown so close because the two were very similar; They were both kind when it mattered, and loyal. They both had some kind of dysfunction where inside their minds it seemed like a legitimate idea to shield how they were really feeling.

And a last thing they had in common, they trusted each other.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, Noah." Casey said, taking a seat next to the boy. "I feel... I feel a little out of place."

"Oh, don't worry, that's how everyone feels," Puck said simply, nonchalantly taking the Dr. Pepper out JewFro's hands and he walked by. For a moment, Jacob almost protested, then a light went on in his mind and he quickly sped away. "Why aren't you with your friends?" He offered a sip to Casey but she declined.

"I dunno. Probably hiding from me..." Casey weaved her fingers together, looking down.

"Whatever, you don't need them anyway." Then Puck put a comforting hand on Casey's back, "You'll make some cooler ones."

Casey pondered the thought for a second. She was always good at making friends. She always managed to say the right thing. The only problem with Casey was that even in her sociability, she could never make a strong connection. She couldn't find it in herself to trust someone.

"Mehr, I think I'm going to walk home, take some Advil and die." Casey pouted, propping her head up on her knees. "I have the worst Migrain,"

"Casey," Puck started, taking a sip of Dr. Pepper, then setting it down next to him. "You do know it'll take you about the rest of the period to walk home from here, yeah?"

Casey was so used to being able to walk home quickly from the middle school during lunch. She almost forgot that she had been an inhabitant of that school in less than 3 months.

"You want me to drive you?" Puck offered.

"No, it's cool... I think I'll just lay down in the Nurse's Office." So, Casey hopped off the table and made sure all the buttons on her shirt were buttoned correctly. "Thanks, though."

"Anytime," Puck said as he fixed the top button in which she overlooked.

Puck watched as the girl smiled and exited the Cafeteria.

Casey obviously hadn't thought out her plan of "going to the nurse" because she actually had no idea at all where the Nurse's office was. She falsely assumed that the best way to go about her conflict was to walk around the school aimlessly.

The blonde couldn't help but notice the almost obscene amount of Cheerios flyers and banners, that they doubled the amount of all the other activities combined. She chuckled at the poster exclaiming

"No fatties, no problem". Of course Sue Sylvester was completely mental. Casey had sat through many rants about her from Quinn, and sometimes even Puck. From what she'd heard, and in a way, Casey felt bad for Sylvester; Tearing down others to build herself up. Casey hoped she wouldn't turn out like that.

Casey passed the gym, but upon passing, she peered inside, seeing a human pyramid, checkered in red and white, her sister attempting balance at the very top. She'd forgotten how Sue would make the Cheerios give up their Study Halls and Frees to come practice. Casey's mind wandered back to the car ride last night, where she promised Brittany she would come and watch her practice.

On the very bottom of the pyramid, knelt Brittany, and of course, Santana. As she continued to look through the small, circular window, all the Cheerios were looking exhausted; almost every single one of them was sweating profusely, muscles straining beneath their skin. Casey was alarmed at her somewhat joy of seeing Brittany in this state. As her eyes guided along Brittany's figure, she lazily looked to the girl next to Brittany. It was necessary for Casey to do a double take, because Santana was staring, glaring, in fact, as she usually does, at her. This was the second time Santana had seen Casey staring at Brittany, the second time Santana had given Casey that glower that had both frightened and embarrassed her.

Brittany, looked at Santana, then quickly followed her gaze to the window, right to Casey. Brittany's face slightly brightened but almost immediately the pyramid of girls began to tremble. Casey watched as the structure dissipated through the glass. It quickly crumbled, but the girls had obviously suffered through many pyramid collapses, because not one of the cheerleaders screamed.

"2 hours, 36 minutes and 14 seconds. Sloppy!" Casey heard the muffled yell of one Sue Sylvester from inside the gymnasium.

The freshman thought it best she excuse herself from the situation as Brittany and Santana got to their feet. She scurried down the hallway just as the bell rang, a splitting headache still ringing in her brain.

By Glee practice, the girls had all forgotten, or simply didn't feel the effort to mention it, so Casey accepted Puck's offer to sit with him during practice.

Casey sat silently in the backseat, mindlessly listening to Brittany and Quinn talking about something irrelevant, Quinn trying to keep focused on the road as she drove. When the conversation finally subsided, Brittany's eyes wandered up to the rear-view mirror, where she found Casey's tired ones staring right through.

"How was your day, Casey?" Brittany asked friendlily, spinning around in her seat, to look at her.

"Meh, it was okay," Casey answered, "Terrible headache." Brittany heard Quinn sharply inhale.

"And you?"

"Good." Brittany said happily, turning forward. "Excited for Puck's party."

"Brittany!" Quinn glanced quickly and angrily at the girl in the front seat, eyeing her.

"What?" Brittany asked innocently.

"Wait, Puck's having a party?" Casey sat up in her seat, eyes wide, yet felt a small burn, because Puck didn't mention any party. "Can I come?"

"That's what," Quinn replied to Brittany. "I told you not to mention anything to her!"

"I didn't!" Brittany exclaimed.

"That's what you just did," Quinn slowly said eyes narrowing, but glued on the road.

"Quinn, why can't I come?" Casey pushed herself to the edge of the pleather seat.

"Because you're like four!"

"I'm in high school!"

"It doesn't matter, you're my little sister." Quinn simply said.

"Let her go," Brittany chimed in and Quinn had almost forgotten she was in the car.

"What?" Both Fabrays said in unison, equally as surprised.

"Let her go," Brittany repeated.

"See..." Casey shook herself out of her disbelief. "See, Brittany thinks I should go!"

"Brittany doesn't make the decision!" Quinn sternly declared.

"And neither do you!" The younger girl shot back.

"Look, why don't we just forget Brittany said anything, yeah?" Quinn asked, and Brittany seemed to enjoy the suggestion as well.

"Even if Brittany hadn't said anything, I still would've found out."

"How do you figure?" The older Fabray inquired.

"I always know when you sneak out at night." Casey explained. "Our house is creaky Quinn. My room is right beside the driveway. I hear the steps, the car lights leak into my room when you pull out."

"But..." Quinn was astonished that Casey knew so much and never mentioned it. "But mom never knew..."

"That's true. She never knew." Quinn's eyes met Casey's in the rear-view mirror and they held for a moment before Quinn remembered she was driving.

"Fine, you can come." Quinn rolled her eyes while Casey's brightened. "But only for 2 hours, and absolutely no drinking."