New girl. New story. New relationships. New Directions.

Disclaimer: I do not own gLee, any of its characters, plots, songs and storylines. I am simply a fan.

Okay, so this is glee BUT with a little bit of sugar, spice and everything nice. I introduce to you, a new character Bree Schuester. Read about her story right here!

Wow, my first story. Okay, I hope you like it! *breathe*

Okay, here we go.

Chapter 1 Don't Stop Believin'

'Just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world she took the midnight train going anywhere...'

I walked through the doors of McKinley High School. And I nearly fainted. Honestly. It's like when I walked in almost every eye in that smelly, school hallway turned to glare at me.

As I took my first steps into a High school I would now call my own, my face flushed and my palms started to sweat as they continued to stare.

What? They don't have anything better to do? I thought to myself.

It felt like hours as I took my first three steps, it's like time just purposely went torturously slow, just for me. A bunch of cheerio's near a locker eyed me up and down. Then they whispered to each other, pointed (at me) and smirked.

My face felt like kiln.

Then some jocks in a corner were laughing, and teasing some poor innocent boy by pushing him against the lockers. I regretted ever looking at them. One saw me and he tapped all his friends, drawing attention to the new girl.

I looked down at my feet assuring myself; if you can't see them, they can't see you.

"Hey!" One of them yelled in a tenor voice.

I looked up, regretting the minute I did. A football was spinning, uncontrollably straight for my face. It hit me with a great force and I shrieked in pain.

Now, everyone was definitely staring.

Some cheerio standing behind me said in a disgusted voice "Ew."

My nose and mouth started to bleed, the pain was unbelievable. I cupped my hand over my mouth and nose as I felt warm blood flood into my hands.

The other guilty jocks high-fived each other yelling and rooting each other on, other observers just stared, others laughed. I tried desperately to try and wipe the blood away with the back of my sleeve.

And when I thought things couldn't possibly get any worse. They did. Another jock walked towards me. My face was smeared with blood, sweat and tears. He handed me a handkerchief to wipe my face. For the first time since I stepped into McKinley I school, I suddenly felt relief. As I wiped my face and started to lift my head to see my hero, he lifted a giant cup of slurpie and suddenly threw it in my face.

The sudden change of temperature from warm blood, blushing face to sudden cold, ice liquid shocked me. I started to cry as he walked away, smirking and laughing with his friends.

I cringed and shuddered as cold pieces of ice fell down my back and front. There was a sudden uproar of laughter from the bystanders in the hallway, the cheerios and social murdering jocks. People woo ted and clapped.

"Welcome to McKinley High, geek!" One shouted at me.

Suddenly the bell rang and just like that the laughter faded into silence and the hallways were completely empty. I was left standing there, embarrassed and pathetic.

I hate McKinley High.

I was sitting in the middle of the stage in an empty auditorium, reminiscing the past 2 months. Glee club had won nationals and this year was expected to be a stellar. Last year I thought we'd lose the choir room to the school. But Sue, my arch-nemesis ceased to amaze me and saved us, for one more year.

And this year we'd win the nationals. We had to! And if I could get my sister to join the glee club, I know we'd be unbeatable.

Suddenly I looked up from my notepad as I heard someone entering the auditorium. What I saw was Bree, my sister. Her clothes and curly blonde hair was soaking wet, with a slight purple tinge, undoubtedly slurpie, bright red stains of blood were smeared across her chest. Her lip had a deep crack and her nose was swollen. Her eyes were red, she had been crying. I don't blame her.

"Oh, Bree. What happened?" I hurried down the stage stairs, nearly tripping and ran to my sister. I hugged her and she cried into my arms.

Our brother and sister relationship hadn't always been the best. Back when we were in Seattle with our parents we always fought. And I hated it. Then I moved here, to Lima, Ohio and it's like I never had to worry about her again.

Then our parents died just a few months ago, and Bree needed someone. The immense loss of our parents had brought us closer then we could ever imagine. After the funeral, she moved back in Lima, Ohio with me. So I could take care of her, said she could come to McKinley High. Start a-fresh. She agreed, but she stopped singing though... for a while. Then I heard her last night in her bedroom singing, and it brought me back to all those concerts and plays we were in when we were so small. Before we got into fights, before our parents died, before everything seemed so complicated. And it reminded me that she had more talent than she could ever imagine.

But getting her into glee club was going to be hard, or so I thought.

"What do you mean what happened?" She snapped at me.

"This school sucks, I hate it here and I hate the fact that I have to stay here because I have nowhere else to go." While she shouted this she pushed me away.

"Look Bree, I know it's hard. But it's the first day and I promise you it will get better."

"No! Nothing can get better. We don't even have a family anymore. And this school... everything is just falling apart." She threw her hands in the air is if seeming to give up.

Bree slumped down into a chair, crying into her hands.

I sat next to her, putting my arm around her and sighed. We sat there in silence for a while. I listened to her breathing and whimpering as she cried and cried.

"Bree, we still have a family. You and me, and I know what you're thinking. How could two siblings ever be considered as a 'family'? But trust me, we can make this work. School will get better. First days always suck, you know that. Everything will get better I promise. Your strong enough for that. Don't stop believing, okay?" After I said this, I wiped her tears with my hands and kissed her on the forehead.

"I miss mum and dad." She said sadly.

"I know." I sniffed, holding back the tears, I couldn't cry not right now.

"But I'm glad I have you Will." She smiled, for a very long time I hadn't seen that smile. But it was still the same smile she had when she was 3 years old and singing in the lead role in Annie. It was that child-ish, wide smile that Bree had. And it was beautiful.

"Bree, I was wondering. Maybe, you should join glee club."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're an amazing singer." I replied.

"And because you know that singing makes you happy. I know it and you know it."

She thought about it for a while, her face with concentration probably thinking back to all the roles she played for plays and concerts. She smiled.

"Okay, fine. But what if I suck? I haven't sung in ages."

"Don't lie to me Bree. You were singing last night. Anyways, you're a Schuester; it's in your blood." I smiled back at her.

"But you know, you should probably sing for the rest of the group. I don't want them to think that you just got in because you're my sister."

"Yeah, whatever Will."

"It's ."

She stood up, ready to leave.

"Ass-wipe." She mumbled under her breathe as she smirked.

As I watched her leave, I prayed and hoped that she would be okay. She was my family now, my everything. The little girl that I needed to protect, my little sister going out into the sinister and dangerous world of McKinley High.

What the heck did I get her into?

'Don't stop believing, hold on to that feeling. Street, light people.'

Okay guys! So that was the first chapter of gLee NEW DIRECTIONS! Hope you liked it!

If you didn't like it, then you probably love it. ;)

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X Much Love, Auds.