Rachel ground as she flopped back onto her bed. For the last hour she had been going through her closet to find the perfect outfit for her first day at Memorial Middle School the next day, but nothing was right. She would have done it earlier in the day but the family had gone to Shelby's parents' house for lunch where she had gotten to meet her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

"QUINN!" Rachel yelled. The blonde came across the hall and leaned against the door frame.

"You screamed?"

"You went to Memorial didn't you?"

"Yep. I was in the same grade as you when we moved her. I Started at the beginning of the second semester though."

"Were you scared?"

"Oh yeah," Quinn laughed, "I was so afraid I wouldn't make any friends, or I would do something to make a complete fool of myself and have everybody make fun of me for it," she saw that Rachel was obviously freaking about her first day, "But that didn't happen. I met my two best friends on the first day; we've practically been inseparable since. I'm sure that will happen to you."

"Really?" Rachel asked as she sat up.

"Really. And you know, you have it better than I did. You've got Blaine to help you out, I didn't have anyone. You'll be fine."

"Thank you Quinn."

"No problem Squirt," Rachel glared at Quinn and the older girl laughed, "Sorry, do you need anything else?"

"Could you help me find an outfit?"

"Of course! KITTY!" the nine year old came running into the room.

"I didn't do anything!" she said.

"Didn't think you did until you said that," Quinn said, looking at her blonde sister suspiciously, "I was going to ask if you wanted to help Rach and I find her an outfit to wear tomorrow."

"I want to!" For the next hour the three girls went through Rachel's closet until they found the perfect outfit: a navy blue skirt, a navy blue cami, a white, red, yellow, and navy blue striped cardigan, red tights, and yellow flats.

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"Rachel," someone whispered as they pushed the hair out of her face, "Rachel wake up," Rachel opened the her eyes and found Shelby sitting next to her, "Good morning Rachie. You need to get up and get ready. Don't want to be late on your first day." Twenty minutes later, Rachel came downstairs fully dressed but her hair was still wet since she had been pushed out of the bathroom by Quinn who still needed to shower. She went and had breakfast with the rest of the family."

"Quinn could you help me do my hair?" Rachel asked when she had finished her waffles. Quinn glared at her.

"As much as I would love to do that, I still have to finish getting ready myself," Quinn snapped.

"Watch the attitude," Cassandra scolded Quinn, then she turned to Rachel, "I will help you with your hair. Go get your brush and a hair tie then meet me in the living room. As Cassie was wrapping the hair tie around the end of Rachel's french braid; Kitty, Marley, and Ryder were running out the door to the bus. Cassie helped the girl to her feet and got her moving with a soft pat to her bottom.

"Go get your shoes on and grab your backpack. By the time you come back down you and Mama will need to leave. And let Quinn know that she has five minutes before she and I leave."

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"Alright, Aunt Holly will be picking you up at the front of the school. Have a good day," Shelby kissed Rachel's forehead, "I love you."

"I'll try," Rachel responded, hugging her mother. Shelby kissed her daughter's head again before exiting the office. Rachel turned and went over to the secretaries' desk, "Excuse me, could you show me where my locker is please?" The younger of the two women stood, walked around the desk and held our her hand.

"Schedule," the woman asked rudely. Rachel handed her schedule to the woman and followed her out of the office, after a minute of walking they stopped, "Here, locker 334." the woman handed the paper back to Rachel then left her alone.

"Thanks?" Rachel opened her locker and placed the things she didn't need inside. A bell rang and students started filling the halls; Rachel went looking for her first class. She wandered around a few different halls before she found room 120. It was empty except for a woman who was pulling paints out of a cupboard on the other side of the room.

"Excuse me?" Rachel asked. The woman turned and smiled at Rachel.

"Yes! Can I help you?"

"Uh… I'm new, and… um I want to make sure I'm in the right room."

"Art with Amy Bryant?"

"Yes," Rachel answered while looking down at her schedule.

"Then you are in the right room," she said, "Why don't you take a seat at their, and I will go get you some supplies," she walked into a room that was right off of her desk and came back a few moments later, "I usually have my students supply their own stuff, but I give the donated and used supplies the transfer students." She handed Rachel a sketch book and a freezer bag with colored pencils and a pencil sharpener inside.

"Thank you."

"No problem. You came at the perfect time too; we're starting a new unit today." Ms. Bryant went back to what she was doing before Rachel came in. Students started to file into the classroom after another bell rang.

"Rachel?" the brunette looked up and relief washed over her, one of her cousins, Blaine, had just walked into the room. He walked over to her and sat down next to her, "You have this class too?" Rachel nodded and handed her schedule to the slighter older boy, she was glad she had at least one class with him, it made her feel a little less nervous, "We have this and third period together.

"Hey Blaine, who's this?" a small, pale, brunette boy asked as he sat across from Blaine.

"Hey! This is my cousin Rachel. She just moved here," Kurt extended his hand and Rachel took and shook it.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Rachel Be… Corcoran-July," she responded.

"Let me see your schedule," he said, "We have our first three classes together,"

"Cool," she replied, smiling. Another bell rang and Ms. Bryant went to the front of the room, and with that, the day began.

After Art she had Pre Algebra then Choir; both of which Kurt walked her to. Then she had Social Studies, it was right across from her locker; she found that very convenient. She spent lunch with Blaine, Kurt, and a boy from Choir, Jesse St. James. She shared her next two classes, Science and English, with Jesse. And she had P.E. the last hour of the day. Rachel didn't like that so much; she isn't a big fan of sports.

When the final bell rang Rachel went to her locker to put some things away and grab her jacket. She then exited the building to look for her Aunt Holly's car. It didn't take her long since Ryder was standing through the moonroof waving frantically at her.

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Vocal Adrenaline was just starting a number when Holly and the Corcoran-July children entered the auditorium. Rachel recognized the soloists as Blaine's older brother, Cooper, and his girl friend Amy. The team was divided by boys and girls and they looked like they were about to fight.

Cooper, Amy, both, (Men), (Women), and (All)

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'

(Hit me with your best shot

Fire away)

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

(One way or another) I'm gonna find ya'

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

(One way or another) I'm gonna win ya'

(I'll get ya', I'll get ya')

You're the real tough cookie with the long history

Of (breaking little hearts, like the one in me)

That's okay, let's see how you do it

(Put up your dukes, lets get down to it)

(Hit me with your best shot)

Why don't you (hit me with your best shot?)

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

(Hit me with your best shot

Fire away)

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

(You come on with your come ons, you don't fight fair)

But that's OK, see if I care

(Knock me down, it's all in vain)

I'll get right back on my feet again (New Directions: That's right)

(Hit me with your best shot)

Why don't you (hit me with your best shot?)

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

(Hit me with your best shot

Fire away)

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

And if the lights are all out

(I'll follow your bus downtown

See who's hangin' out)

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya' Come on

(Hit me with your best shot) Hit me with your best shot

(Why don't you hit me with your best shot?) (I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya') Hit me with your best shot

(Hit me with your best shot)

(Fire away) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(One way or another, I'm gonna find ya'

I'm gonna get ya' get ya', get ya', get ya') Yeah

(Hit me with your best shot) (One way Or another)

Fire away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'll get ya', I'll get ya')

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya')

(Fire away) Yeah

(I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya')

Hit me with your best shot

"Good enough," Shelby said and the team exited the stage. Rachel was astonished. She knew that in two years, she would be on that team.