AN: Set after The Christmas Episode. Hope you enjoy~! All critiques are welcomed and wanted. Argh, I hate introductions; they always seem either slow or cheesy. /sighs/ And it's SUPER short because finals are next week and homework sucks. ;~; The next one will be bigger and start picking up, I promise.

Btw? I Ship Us

Bombs Away

"Mr. Schuester, although I applaud your choices for Sectionals and, although we made it through, I would like to take this time to say-"

"God, someone shut the dwarf up now. It's the first day after winter break and her nagging is already making my ears bleed."

"Sometimes, late at night, the goblins that sleep under my bed nag me about washing my socks."

"Sweetheart, I don't think-"

"Enough! I'm sorry to interrupt you Artie, but enough is enough. What's happened to you all over the winter break? You all seemed to be coming together again before we left. Yes we tied at Sectionals but at least we made it through to New York. Furthermore, we need to-"

"Eeeeeeeeek!" WHAM

A loud slam of the lockers outside the choir room made everyone jump in their seats. Screeeeeeeech The agonizing hiss of nails clawing metal echoed through the halls.

"God, what is that noise?" Santana whined, holding her ears like everyone else.

"-O. No, no NO. I am NOT going to this school and that's FINAL."

"Aww! Look, the twins fighting again! Long live sibling rivalry~"

Rachel, being the "unofficial club leader" she was, stormed to the doorway; muttering something about "waste of time," "-wrong with this school?" and "wouldn't know talent even if it bit him on-" as she went. Curiosity getting the better of them, the rest of the club followed after her. Mr. Shuester was disapproving if anything, but followed as well. At the very least to try to force them back to the task at hand.

A tiny blonde girl in a white sundress, large white bow, and black Mary Janes skipped past the doorway, smiling back at the scene behind her. The other girl was thrashing like a beast in a cage, doing everything in her power to get away from the boy that held her. Her thick, wild auburn hair falling around her half crazed face, making her look more like a male lion than a young woman. The boy's face was twisted in frustration and strain as he struggled to keep the violent girl in his arms. With a nasty WAP the girl had elbowed him in the side of his head, knocking his hat to the floor.

Blue. Not the color of the sky nor navy, but a pure blue. The boy's hair was such a vibrant blue that even Tina reached up to touch the streaks in her own raven locks. The boy turned exasperated eyes back to the girl as he threw his arms in the air.

"Alright, that's it. No more mister nice guy."

The girl glared right back at him, still struggling in his grasp. "You wouldn't dar-EEEEEK!"

In one swift movement and a twisting of arms and limbs the girl was securely laying on his shoulder, her tummy curving over his back so she was looking behind him. The first girl skipped behind him, giving a slightly wicked smile to his captive. It was only then that he realized that they had an audience. As if on a light switch his face instantly burned a bright red and he jumped slightly in surprise.

"Oh! I didn't realize we were interrupting something, Mr..."

Will took a step forward to shake the boy's offered hand, answering with a simple, "Mr. Scheuster, I teach Spanish and I'm also the directer for the Glee club. What in the world are you doing?"

"Lo siento, seño-" The boy was cut off when the girl violently kneed him in the ribs. He winced and shot an irritated glance over his shoulder as if to say "What NOW?" When she mouthed the word "No" he deflated a little, his shoulders sagging as if the girl's weight was too much to bare. "I'm sorry, Mr Schuester. We were going to the Principal's office to talk to him about transferring. Do you know where it is?"

"NO! I'm not going here and there's no WAY you're going to force me. I protest vehemently," the red-head protested again, cutting off the teacher with an equally put out screech.

"Michelle…"

"Je suis très heureux d'être ici! Pour ce que ça vaut," chimed in the petite blonde who had been, up until this point, absentmindedly playing with Michelle's hands. Mr. Schuester's eyebrows raised in surprise as the boy whispered back to her:

"Mauvaise langue, Sydney."

"Oups, je suis désolé."

"Ce n'est pas grave."

The blonde looked up at her friend, wide smile stretching across her face. "Merci!"

With a slight smile, the boy turned his attention back to the group standing in the doorway and flushed a little redder in embarrassment.

"S-sorry about that. She's...not overly happy to be here," he said bashfully before realizing that that could be taken as an insult. "But she'll warm up to it I swear!"

Mr. Schuester gave a kindhearted laugh at the child, "It's alright, just keep it down okay? You don't want to disturb the other classes around here. Principal Figgins' office is just down this hall and make a right. It'll be on your left hand side. And...maybe you should put her down?"

With a reluctant sigh, he lowered his shoulders to let Michelle slip off."Thank you Mr. Schuester; we hope we get to see you when we start next week."

The teacher gave them a nod and a smile, waving them off. "Good luck."

Seeing some progress was being made, Mr. Schuester gathered the Glee club back up and forced them back into the classroom. Sydney gave an energetic wave to them as they went, Brittney returning the gesture.

Once she was finished straightening her skirt, Michelle folded her arms with an aggravated pout. The boy rolled his eyes and began to talk down the hall without her. Michelle stomped her foot in protest and looked away with a huff.

Another sigh was her answer, followed by a, "Com'mon Michelle."

"NO! So help me, if you even THINK about it again I'm going to rip your manhood off."

"Stop being such a baby; a new high school isn't going to kill you."

"But it's Ohio. Lima, Ohio. I want to go HOME!"

"Like it or not this is home now, so shut up and hurry up before we're late for our appointment."

"Make me."

"..."

"Eeek! Put me DOWN! AARON!"

"Sibling love~ Oh how I wish I had a sister."

It was hard to decide which was odder; the redheaded girl in what appeared to be a yellow, bunny eared jacket and a skirt that was riding too far up for comfort, the petite doll that was still playing with her hands as the former was draped over her brother's shoulder, or the blue haired boy in the white pocketed, red pullover who was leading the way. Perhaps it was the unique combination of all three.

"When he blushes like that he looked like the thing they have on top of the school."

"...Do you mean the flag, Brittney?"

"Yeah, that thing."