AN: I'm posting 2 chapters b/c I've been so late in writing this. This will probably happen with this story; I want to move along. You may wait longer or shorter for updates; Please review!
5th Period.
She'd made it. That was all she could think about throughout her next class, Algebra 2. She was in Geometry in 7th grade in her old state; Skipping ahead meant taking the next class in high school. No one asked her any questions; she just walked in and sat down. The teacher, Mr. Bogart, seemed pretty cool, not really making them do too much. 5th period, as with all the others, flew by. Miranda went home.
As she went home, she noticed some of the girls looked very pretty. No, to her, pretty wasn't the right word. Hot was. Is this just me acting all male again, or can this really be true? She thought, and resolved to figure it out later.
There was that boy in Glee club, Kurt, with the high voice. This was just a stereotype, but usually boys with that sort of a soprano voice were usually gay. She would ask him tomorrow.
TUESDAY
Homeroom.
She walked to homeroom, went through roll call, and then was dismissed to her next class, which flew by, as did her second period, which were science and history. Then she walked to her 3rd.
Class went relatively smooth. Mr. Schuester apparently saw her face, complete with a dazed expression, and left her alone. The words he said flew by, with Miranda not recognizing any of them. She had to catch Kurt before class.
Man, the boy she passed as she was making her way toward Kurt was hot! He had a Mohawk, and some muscles packed under his sweatshirt. But he was a football player, and even though he was in Glee, she avoided him.
"Hi, guys!" she shouted at the people she had seen pass in Glee, and though she remembered their names, she played it dumb.
"Hi, I'm Quinn, and these are Mercedes and Kurt! Congrats on being the newest member of Glee. Kurt here was just talking about the latest fall fashions…"
"I'm gay," Kurt explained, not looking nervous or anything like that at all. "You could join us."
Perfect, she thought, being happy that her guess was spot-on.
"Kurt?" she piped up. "May I talk to you?
"Ok…." He replied, and stepped to a private corner of the hall with her.
"When I first saw you yesterday, I noticed you were gay. I need some advice on something. And it can only come from someone like you. I fully respect you. I hope you will help me."