Alrighty, I'm back, with more filler chapters!

It'd probably help if I had an ending in sight, but my brain just won't cooperate, so all I've got are scenes and plot points whistling around in my head. Bear with me? I'm sure I'll get an ending eventually. Also, I can't write Sue very well, it's a skill that I don't posses, unfortunately. So I hope my pitiful attempt doesn't disappoint anyone too much.

I don't own Glee, although Darren, Chris and Max are certainly welcome in my life, should they so choose.

I have no beta, due to the fact that my usual story-beta/best-friend refuses to touch Fanfiction (snob), so mistakes are probable. Please feel free to point them out. :)

Anyway, I'll stop annoying you with A/N's now. On to the chapter! *marches*

Trophies and Secrets

Trophies. There were trophies everywhere and the small office smelled of sweat and protein. And residual fear. It was odd.

I sat calmly before the desk as the silence stretched out, waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Aaaannnd… now I'm bored.

"Are you going to say anything, or are we just going to sit here until one of us expires?" I said bluntly.

"As tempting an experiment as that would be, I do have some questions for you that need answering." She pressed her fingers together, leaning forward to stare at me. I'll admit, I was impressed. She looked me right in the eyes, no fear or shame. I almost smiled.

"Now, who are you?"

I sighed. "I already told you, my name is–"

"Wren Larson. 16 years old. Born on the 18th of January." She recited, glancing down at a folder on the desk. "Says here you're an orphan. Lost your parents when you where ten, been raised by your older half brother ever since. He's the owner and operator of the largest and most profitable, multi-purpose company in the country, fingers in every pie, so to speak, and since the company has been in your mother's family for generations, and your brother has no children at this time, you're his only heir."

I knew she'd noticed, her dark smirk gave it away. I knew I'd tensed. She'd gotten her reaction. I wasn't relaxed anymore. "You sure know a lot about me from that little file."

"It wasn't so hard to find out." She sat back in her chair. "But all this information doesn't answer my questions. I want to know why one of the richest teenagers in the world spends all her time in complete obscurity, totally out of the lime light. Why you've come to this little public high school in the middle of a little town in Ohio. Why you seem to have latched on immediately to those Glee kids, Porcelain in particular, and why you're knocking over hocky players with a dodgeball. I want to know who you are."

Fat. Chance. Lady.

"Well, everything you need to know is right there in that file, I believe." I said, relaxing completely. Body language could be everything and I had a feeling she was a master at this kind of game. There was no way I was losing to a crazy cheerleading coach. "As to your other questions, my mother married my father because she fell in love with him, leaving the company completely in Devlin's hands. She chose to have me grow up in a normal household and, after they died, I wasn't going to go against her wishes by exposing myself to the social media. I prefer to live in obscurity because I hate people probing into my life like it's any of their business, this little town seemed just the thing for remaining out of the public eye, so when my brother suggested it, I jumped at the option." I almost choked on that bald faced lie. "I latched onto the Glee kids because I like them and they seemed nice to me, which is much more then I can say for anyone else at this school so far. I don't know who Porcelain is, though I'm going to assume you meant Kurt. And, those hocky players insulted me and my new friends, so I fought back within the rules of the game we were playing, or so I believe."

And at that moment, the bell rang. Thank fuck.

"I think that was all of your questions answered, so, with your permission, I'll be on my way." Smiling innocently, I stood up.

"You're good, Birdie, I'll give you that." I paused, hand on the door handle. "You've got charisma and intelligence, you looked me right in the eye and you didn't exactly lie, but you made the truth work for you. You're hiding something, and I will find out what. Now get out of here, I have plans to make and I don't need your inexperienced mind workings interrupting my plotting."

Well shit.
Without a backward glance, I got the fuck out of there.

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The rest of the school day wizzed by faster then I thought possible. I'd met up with Kurt and the Glee kids for lunch, where they grilled me unmercifully about my meeting with the coach. Apparently, Sue Sylvester, from all reports, was someone not to be crossed. And I was already on her shit list. Great. Just great.

Spanish was easier and more boring then a walk in a park, considering I'd been speaking multiple languages all of my life. Then there was physics and chemistry. Easy, really easy, but at the same time, so annoying. It's hard to take a subject like physics or chemistry seriously when you can bend and manipulate those laws with a thought or a sound.

School was over. Finally. Just a few more steps and I'd be out the door and on my way to the mall with Kurt and Mercedes. The Glee clubbers had looked at me like I was insane at lunch when Kurt had told them I'd agreed to go shopping with them after school to, as they put it, 'do a complete overhaul on my wardrobe and rectify my fashion crimes." Finn had even lent over to me and asked if I was absolutely sure I knew what I was doing. Apparently the two fashonistas could get a little 'intense' when they shopped. I'd just shrugged.

I'd been on a rigorous training schedule since I was ten years old. I'd been in hundreds of battles and killed countless undead hoards. Really, how bad could a shopping trip with two human teenagers be?

I was almost at the doors to the parking lot. Just a little further and I'd be home fr–

"Wren!"
Fuck.

"Wren! Wait up!"

Sighing, I plastered a smile to my face and turned to the small brunette. "Hi Rachel." I said.

She stopped in front of me, small hands placed firmly on her hips. "Hello Wren. I know you must be in a hurry, so I'll be quick."

"Thanks, I'd actually – "

"If you're interested in joining our Glee club, there are some things you need to know."

"Rachel –"

"First of all, your singing, while adequate in it's own way, I suppose, still leaves much to be desired, so don't think you're going to be taking any solos at this time, you'll have to earn them."

"Rachel."

"Further more, you'll have to audition more thoroughly and in a proper formal capacity. I've written down the date, time and address of our next formal auditions for you –"

"Rachel!" I snapped. She stopped. Finally. Drawing in a breath, I started. "I appreciate the offer and all the consideration and time you've put in for me," I almost snorted. Even if Kurt, and in fact, most of the Glee clubbers hadn't already warned me about Rachel's last attempt to destroy her competition, I could see the conniving plans swirling about her aura. There was no way she was telling me the truth. "but I have no interest in joining Glee Club. Your solos are safe, I don't want them."

She blinked. "Oh, alright then. Thanks for your time." She beamed at me, turned on her heel and walked away.

Deep breaths, Wren. Deep breaths.

I turned back to the doors and headed out into the car park, spotting Kurt and Mercedes waiting by an impressive black car. I didn't know the make or model. Cars aren't my strong point. Just the shopping trip left, then the day was over, and I could hunt. I was looking forward to it…

~o0O.O0o~

Never again. Never, ever again. Give me vampires, blood sucking murderers, any day. I stumbled up the stairs, ignoring the laughter from Z as I hauled my 'purchases' up to my room, letting them collapse wherever as I dragged myself to the shower. Never again. Those two where freakin' crazy.

Collapsing on my bed, I made sure my weapons where in place and in easy reach, like I do every night, before falling back into my pillows. No matter how tired or injured I am, I always check my weapons. I'm a hunter, and when you hunt like I do, you learn quickly.

Just before sleep claimed me, I sent out a silent song, hoping that the nightmares wouldn't find me tonight.

Short chapter, next one should be longer.

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