Before we start, you should know I've stolen all your pitchforks and fire torches and am currently hiding in a remote place where no one can find me, so please, please don't lynch me.

I know, I know. I'm so sorry. I really really am. I promise, after this I will never write a work in progress again. It's either one-shots, or I'll have made sure the story is done before posting the first chapter. As it is, this story still isn't finished, but I have got a few chapters lined up.

As frustrating as it is, I think these next few are mostly filler chapters anyway. And this one's not very long. I'm really really sorry!

And I just want to say, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. You guys are so mega awesome there's not even words! And thanks so much to anyone who's still sticking with this. After all this time, I'd completely understand if you didn't. So thank you!

And to JasonDragon64: Your help was amazing! Thank you so much! Though it won't come into play for a few chapters, your suggestions were so helpful. Thank you! :D

Okay, I'm going to shut up now. :p

As usual, I don't own Glee or any of its characters or places. Though I certainly wouldn't object to owning Darren Criss. *sighs and stares longingly into the distance*

I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine.

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Gym Class

I couldn't be sure, but I think Gym could possibly be the one thing about this high school thing I could maybe understand. Exercise I understood. Hunters started preparing as soon as they hit teenage years. I'd started my training at ten years old and it had been a part of my life ever since. And it was something I wasn't going to give up, regardless of where I was. So whatever requirements this class had, I was sure I could keep up with them.

At least, that's what I'd thought when I'd first arrived to the class. It could also turn out to be the most boring part of the high school experience. Really, how did these humans live? I stood shoulder to shoulder with Kurt, Finn, Puck, Quinn and Tina, our little team standing off to the side of the gym, out of the way. The Glee kids had immediately banded together, adopting me quickly into their group. To be frank, I didn't know what we were supposed to be doing. Teams of six faced each other over the court, holding red rubber balls. Kurt had sighed deeply when they'd walked in, muttering darkly about 'Dodgeball', which I supposed was the game we were going to play, but no one had bothered to explain the rules. A teacher had stumbled into to class, taken one look at the students, told us to 'play fair' then wandered off to the bleachers. It didn't look as though he was really watching us. Oh well.

A group of boys, all sporting mullets and wearing identical jerseys took the place across from us. There was look in their eyes that I could easily read, sneers and smirks flittering across their faces. I knew that look, and I didn't like it being directed at us. It was a predator's look. A glare that focused on the weak and targeted them for destruction. I didn't like it. So I moved.

My team-mates surprise barely registered with me by then. I took point, standing in front of the Glee kids like a shield, I stared down the leader of the mullet losers. Even he looked surprised.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I've heard that a lot today, and it's getting really old, so I'm going to tell you, and then you're going to tell everyone else, so I don't have to anymore. My name is Wren Larson. I'm new here."

He smirked at me, raking his eyes over me before returning his gaze to my eyes, both impressed, and completely over confident. I smirked back.

And the game started.

It took maybe twelve seconds for the mullet haired losers to realize they were completely out matched. Maybe twenty seconds for them to realize they'd all been hit with the single red ball that had rebounded to me after each strike and maybe a whole minute for them to actually believe it. And even then, I think the only reason they did believe it was because they were all lying flat on their backs.

So that was that.

Turning to the Glee clubbers, I noticed for the first time that they hadn't moved. And they looked at though they'd never move again. If I didn't know better, I'd have mistaken them for mannequins. Mannequins forever frozen in shocked poses.

Uh-oh. Had I done something wrong? I'm the first to admit my knowledge of human social etiquette is limited, one reason I was currently standing in a human high school, but I'd thought the idea of the game was to hit the other team with the ball. At least, that's what I'd gathered from the other games around us… which I only just realized had completely stopped all movement and were staring at me with faces identical to Glee clubbers.

Shocked mannequins. I was surrounded by shocked mannequins. And I didn't understand why. This, naturally, did not sit well with me.

"Umm, Kurt?" I asked, prodding his arm to get him to move. And maybe, just a little, to make sure he was still flesh and bone. He blinked. "Did I do something wrong? Everyone's staring at me."

"You –" He swallowed hard. "You just knocked over six hocky players... with a dodgeball… in under half a minute."

Okay, I was staring to get a little annoyed. "Well, I didn't know how to play, but, wasn't I supposed to hit them with the ball? That's what everyone else was doing."

"Yeah. Hit them with the ball… but… that was –"

" – An extremely impressive display of student on student violence." Everyone spun towards the amplified voice at the gym doors.

There was a tall, blonde woman, with a bullhorn and a red tracksuit, standing proudly in the centre of the doorway. Glaring me down. Challenging me.

I turned to face her, calmly crossed my arms and met her eyes.

I'd reacted purely on instinct. In retrospect, the situation could have been handled better, but hey, crossing a nervous Darking princess was never a good idea, even if she didn't know what it was she was crossing.

It happened like this. Already defensive from the situation I didn't understand, the Darkling I was had reacted to a challenger in the only way that came natural. I'd met the opposition with defiance and challenged her right back.

And we stayed that way, glaring straight into each other's eyes. She barely even blinked. Seriously, I'd seen vampires with less of an intimidating vibe. It was all right there in her stance, her face and her aura. She was blatantly and purely daring me. Waiting for me to cower and submit.

But we'd never met before. She didn't know me.

She'd come to me looking for a battle that she expected to win. But there was no way in hell I was backing down first. I didn't submit to anyone. Except my brother. And even then, not often, and almost never graciously.

"State your name and purpose." She finally snapped. I smirked, childishly smug that she'd broken the silence.

"You first."

The gym gasped as one. It was kind of impressive. Every person in the gym sucked in a shocked and scared breath. Except me and her. The blonde woman raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Sue Sylvester, internationally ranked cheerleading coach, local celebrity, television personality and a whole list of other things you'll be informed of in due time. Now, I'm asking the questions. State your name and purpose."

I shrugged. "Wren Larson. And I'll state my purpose when I have a definite one to state."

Evil eyes narrowed on me. "Follow me, Birdie."

Upon further reflection, maybe I didn't understand Gym Class after all.

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