I decided to make the prologue a separate chapter. The songs used: Believer by Christina Millian and Jukebox Hero/I Love Rock N Roll. Bold is Puck singing. Rachel is italics. Italics and underlined is Rachel and the club singing. Puck and the club is bold and underlined. Italics in throughout the story are inner thoughts.

Finn POV:

First day of school again but it's like my last day of having a first day in high school.

Wow that still doesn't make sense to me no matter how many times Rachel explains it.

Rachel.

Why does everything that involves her and me have to be so hard? Instead of her being my girl, she hit me with the "just friends" card. This really sucks because she's beautiful, smart and I love her more and more everyday. Her, Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Sam and me had spent our summer together, which was really cool and all because we all became closer.

This year I have to study hard if I want to graduate and go to New York with Rachel. On top of that New Directions has to win Nationals and I have to win over Rachel. I kind of have a lot to deal with and I hope crazy Quinn won't be a problem who I haven't seen or heard from since breaking up with her. Santana said she went to California with her sister for the summer to "reinvent" herself whatever that meant.

Anyway, I walked into school and saw a big crowd by Rachel's locker.

Wait Rachel's locker? Oh no.

I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Rachel holding her books tightly to herself. She looked so cute in her plaid red and green skirt and white blouse with her matching headband. I shook my head focusing on the girl defensively standing in front of her. She looked about the same height as Santana, if not taller. Her hair was curly jet black and her eyes silvery grey. Her looks were very exotic and what's that word forwind? (foreign) No. Come on Finn think….Ok I can't think of the name right now but she looked like she was a model from somewhere else. I've never seen this girl around before.

She was drinking the slushie Dave handed to her as I took the time to walk towards Rachel. Suddenly she threw the slushie directly at Dave's face. Everyone stopped and gasped, even I froze.

Did she really just do that?

I snapped out of my own thoughts when she walked towards my direction. Whoever was in her way parted like the red sea for her to walk through. When she passed by me, I grabbed a hold of her arm. She pulled her arm back like it got caught on fire then looked up at me.

"Thank you," I lamely said as she eyed me suspiciously but eventually nodded then left.

Who is she?

Charlie POV:

The last first day of school. Now all you have to do is get by senior year without drawing any attention to yourself.

It's not like I'm a loner or anything it's just I have a past and I don't feel like making another one here at McKinley. Actually, I don't even want anyone here to know who I am. I just want to sail by this year and leave without any attachments.

Ok let's see locker number 14….14…14.

As I walked down the hallway, I looked at the people here. McKinley looked like an ok place but then again any high school would be better than my last.

Ah! Here it is.

I opened my locker before turning to see a tall average sized guy, maybe a football jock considering his weight, varsity jacket and demeanor. He was holding a big gulp with purple liquid in it while walking towards a small girl, who dressed like a kindergartener. I leaned against my locker with crossed arms, observing them.

"Well if it isn't one of the freaks from loser club," he spat with disgust.

The small girl turned around from her locker with a bright smile. "Good morning David. I understand perfectly well that we have a system to run but could you spear me today. After all it is the first day. Oh and it's pronounced GLEE CLUB," the very short girl said slowly and with emphasis, earning a few snickers from the crowd that formed around them. I got to admit this girl was funny. "I know you're a jock but you're not educationally challenged. "

This David guy's face turned beet red as he clenched the cup tighter. "Listen freak this is our last year together so do you actually think I'm going to give you a free pass?" he said with a laugh.

Wait. The evil glint in his eyes. I knew exactly what was going to happen. The question was, would I do anything about it?

Don't do it. Don't try to play hero. I repeated to myself.

She turned to shut her locker then faced back at David. "If you must then just get it over with so I can at least make it to my first period class," she sighed then closed her eyes tightly pending for the expected facial.

"Wait!" I caught myself yelling, grabbing everyone's attention.

So much for laying low. I internally groaned to myself.

Everyone's eye looked at me expectedly as I lifted my head high and walked confidently towards the jock, who looked pissed and confused.

"And who are you?" he spat.

I walked in front of the small girl and shrugged. "Nobody important just someone who won't let an idiot like you bully someone who isn't your own size."

"Oh yeah? So you're going to stick up for this loser?" he asked surprised.

I looked behind me at the small girl. Her big brown doe eyes stared back at me. She looked so helpless and innocence. "Yes," I said without thinking because I know I don't know this girl but in my heart I knew this was right. Damn my compassion sometimes.

"Ok so I'll just slushie you instead," he said before raising his cup once more.

"Before you do that think about the consequences. You don't know who I am. For all you know, I could have ties to the principal or my father could be a lawyer then you could get suspended, kicked off your team or worse sued." I raised my finger and placed it under my chin as if thinking. "Hmm…let's see. You're tall so basketball or hockey? No too bulky and you look like you would suck at them. Ah! Football! You look like the perfect bonehead type for crushing skulls and defenseless people. Anyway listen slushie me. I don't care but be prepared for the consequences after." I shrugged my shoulders. "Your choice." I finished, checking my nails because I was already bored by him and this scene already.

His face contorted between confusion and anger. "Fine whatever. Berry here isn't worth it anyway," he said as he brought the cup back down.

I pointed to the cup. "Do you mind? I'm really thirsty."

He looked between the cup in his hand and me, hesitantly handing it to me. I took a sip and made a face. "Grape. Yeah…definitely prefer cherry," I said before tossing the slushie in his face. The crowd gasped sharply.

"You bitch!" he yelled, wiping grape off his eyes.

I crossed my arms, glaring at him. "Yeah I know but at least you had a taste of your own medicine," I happily, turning around and walking away. The crowd parted as I walked down the hall. That's when I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up to this tall brunette guy. He wore the same varsity jacket as that douche, David. He smiled a boyish grin, which was adorable.

"Thank you," he calmly stated. I eyed him suspiciously wondering what his angle was but couldn't find any. I gave me a small smile then walked away.

So much for going unnoticed this year.

Sam POV:

I ran past the cafeteria dodging large groups of people heading into it. Rachel will kill me if I'm late to the first Glee meeting. I mean why are we even having a meeting during lunch when we're going to have another one after school?

It wasn't my fault that Mr. Burns kept me late after class to talk about my dyslexia. Sometimes people really frustrate me. I mean I know I have it but I wish teachers didn't have to announce it or give me special treatment because of it. Don't they know you get picked on and bullied for that alone?

I ran by the theater until I came to a stop when I heard someone singing.

Was the meeting moved?

I cautiously walked inside and found no one but this girl sitting at the piano on stage. The way the spotlight was hitting her not only radiated off her olive skin complexion but it made her almost angelic. I snuck in staying close to the shadows as I watched her sing a song I've never heard of.

Life is what you make it.
At least that's what they say.
Well I think I'm gonna make it.
Fulfill my dreams one day.

Wow.

Her voice sounded like a mixture of Rachel and Mercedes. She definitely seemed like she could sing any genre.

I feel this fire growing deep inside of me.
I'm so inspired knowing that it's my destiny.

I breathe like a champion.
I dream I'm a champion.
I see I'm a champion.
It's meant to be.

My wills getting stronger,
I can't wait any longer.
I'm singing a song that inside of me.

I don't know if it's the song, her voice or the fact that she was sang with so much passion but something hit me right in my heart that very moment. It was like I felt all these emotions but I didn't know what to do with them.

Cuz I'm a believer,
I know that I can make it.
No matter what they say,
So I'm a believer.
The future is now,
It starts today.

When she was closing the song, my phone vibrated. I reached in my pocket and saw Rachel's name flashed on my screen.

You're late! -Munchkin

I almost jumped from my seat blowing my cover but smoothly slipped out of the theater without being noticed.

When I finally got to the choir room, almost everyone was listening; more like rolling their eyes at Rachel lecturing about the importance of being on time.

"Where were you Samuel?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry. I had to talk to my teacher but guys you're not going to believe this," I started. I could already tell Kurt and Mercedes, who are the head gossip queens, were on the edge of their seats curiously waiting to hear what I had to say.

The Next Day

Charlie POV:

I quietly read, The Rules of Survival by Nancy Werlin; my favorite author, by my locker. This school was definitely cooler than my last because I've never gotten free period before. I looked across from me where this blonde jock with the same jacket mystery boy and David were wearing was talking to a red headed cheerleader. If you asked me, her boobs looked too big for her body and her hair looked like it had too much hair spray. The guy, on the other hand, looked handsome, built from what I can see, and his smile was just gorgeous. He was leaning with one hand against the locker while the cheerleader, who applied makeup, shamelessly checked herself out on her tiny mirror that hung in her locker.

Sam POV:

"Hey Taylor," I greeted, approaching her locker. She didn't acknowledge me so he kept talking. "So I wanted to ask you if you…"

She lifted her hand to stop me from talking. "Stop. Who are you again?"

I mentally had to remind myself to not roll my eyes at her comment.

Damn Puck for putting me up to this.

I sighed, "Sam…Sam Evans. The quarterback last year?"

She glared at me. "Wait aren't you in that loser club?"

"Glee club actually," I corrected her but she dismissed it as she applied make up on. "Anyway how about you and me go to Breadstixs," I started again but she cut me off with her laughter, an annoying high pitch laugh, which made me cringe.

"Are you seriously going to ask me out on a date?" she said a little too loud, causing me to be embarrassed. "One you're in loser club and two you're not even star quarterback anymore."

Wow talk about embarrassing. Yup I'm definitely going to kill Puck for getting me to do this.

"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. She swiftly moved in front of me and it was the beautiful girl, who I heard sing yesterday. She carelessly threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. It took awhile for me to realize what was happening but I eventually kissed her back.

What was that taste? Cherries mixed with a bit of vanilla maybe?

I didn't really care. All I knew was that I wanted to taste more of her so I deepened the kiss, placing my hands on her hips. She pulled away all too quick making me frown a little as she gently wiped the corners of my mouth.

She eyed me flirtatiously with a smirk. "Thanks for last night. It was amazing! You sure know how to welcome newcomers," she directed towards me with an added wink. She had a beautiful smile and her dimples just added on to her beauty.

Who was this girl?

Taylor, whose mouth was hanging open, quickly closed when mystery girl turned towards her. "Oops sorry," she innocently said, composing herself in front of Taylor. "I just couldn't control myself. I mean who can when this guy is so…" she tried to find the right word. "Hot!" she purred, placing a hand on my chest but still directing her attention towards Taylor. She laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head. "He sure knows how to use his mouth, if you know what I mean," she whispered to Taylor. "Anyway I got to go. Bye hot stuff," she seductively said, before giving me one more steamy kiss then left. I tired so hard not to stare at her butt when she walked away.

Taylor was hanging all over me by the time the girl turned the corner but all I could think about was the new girl.

Was it wrong to be completely turned on right now?

Charlie POV:

"New girl!" I heard above the noise in the cafe, I searched the area until my eyes landed on the red head from earlier and a table full of cheerleaders. "Come sit here," she insisted, patting the empty sit next to her.

I awkwardly stood there, debating on whether or not sitting with a bunch of cheerleaders was a good or bad idea. I mean I guess it couldn't hurt and it's not like I had anywhere else to sit. Right? I ended up heading over to their table and sat between her and a pale blonde, who honestly looked anoxic.

"Hey I'm Taylor Castle. We've met before at my locker this morning," she smiled sweetly as she flipped her hair. You would think if you were a cheerleader you would notice things like lipstick on your teeth. I shook my head of the thought when she stared at me, waiting for a reply.

"Oh yeah hi," I said unamazed of who she was or why it mattered.

"As you may already know I'm head cheerleader of the cheerios and automatically the most popular girl in this school."

Wow how vain of her.

I nodded my head as if I cared for titles but I obviously didn't.

She eyed me up and down. "You are in great shape and not bad in the looks department," she complimented yet I heard a hint of jealously maybe?

"Not as great and as beautiful as you Taylor," one of her cheerleader clones stated too enthusiastically.

Taylor held up her poorly manicured hand to stop her from talking any further. "Amber! How rude of you to cut me off!" she squawked.

"Sorry Tay," she said ashamed, shrinking back in her seat.

She smiled, satisfied by her response. "Good. Oh I'm sorry I never asked your name," she asked, turning her attention back to me.

I popped a fry into my mouth before talking. "Charlie."

Taylor's face contorted into disgust. "Just Charlie?" she asked.

"Well no my whole name is Charlotte Angel Garcia."

Her face lit up as she clapped. "Oh so much better. We can call you Char or Charlotte instead of that hideous nickname. It makes you sound like a boy. Oh and sweetie never eat greasy foods so unattractive," she finished; snatching the fry I was about to throw in my mouth.

"Seriously do you know how many calories there are in a fry alone?" another clone expressed.

"Yes of course and if you want to try out for the cheerios, you must be able to keep up healthy dieting," she said as she ran her hands through her cheer outfit, showing off her figure.

Man I feel like I've entered my personal version of the twilight zone then it dawned on me.

"Wait what? Cheerleading?"

"Yes silly," she laughed creepily, which gave me serious chills and not the good ones. "I invited you here because we need new recruits. You would be perfect for a spot on the cheerios."

Before I could answer, music from the top of the stairs started playing.

People walked up to the front of the stairs of the courtyard, all wearing leather. The only one I noticed was the girl, who dressed like a cute kindergartner, was now dressed in a leather jacket with matching pants. She looked so different from this morning. She held a pink bedazzled microphone as freakishly tall mystery boy started with the drums while a guy with a mohawk and the blonde guy I kissed earlier were playing the guitar. The guy with the mohawk began to sing a familiar song as he strummed his guitar and everyone, who wasn't playing an instrument sat down, staring up at him.

Bought a beat up six string in a secondhand store.
Didn't know how to play it but I knew for sure.
That one guitar felt good in my hands.
Didn't take long to understand.

The music got louder as everyone got up from sitting, danced and sang along for a few verses.

Just one guitar slung way down low,
Was a one-way ticket only one way to go.
So I started rockin' ain't never gonna stop.
Gotta keep on rockin'
Someday I'm gonna make it to the top and sing.

The small girl interjected as she sang loudly into her pink bedazzle microphone with a taller spanish looking girl. The small girl gave a wink to the drummer as she danced with the spanish girl.

I love rock n' roll,
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby.
I love rock n' roll,
So come and take your time and dance with me.

The guy, with the mohawk, walked up to the girls, winking at them. The spanish girl rolled her eyes but smiled and the small girl only smirked as she danced around him.

In a town without a name in a heavy downpour,
Thought I passed my own shadow by the backstage door.
Like a trip through the past to that day in the rain,
And that one guitar made my whole life change.

The two girls sang as they pressed their backs to each other.

And we'll be movin' on and singin' that same old song,
Yeah with me, singin'.

As the guy with the mohawk, strummed his guitar, everyone jumped up with their hands in the air everytime he said jukebox hero.

(I'm a Jukebox Hero)
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby.
(I'm a Jukebox Hero)
So come and take your time and dance with me.
(Jukebox Hero)
Got stars in my eyes.
(I'm just a Jukebox Hero)
Ooooooo!

The guy with the mohawk moved his hand over what little hair he had and he acted like he was a rockstar.

(Jukebox Hero)
I love rock n' roll.
(Jukebox Hero)
So come and take your time and dance with me.
(Jukebox Hero)
I love rock n' roll.

Once they finished, a few people clapped their hands as I sat shocked they didn't have a standing applause. They were awesome and I never knew that a little girl like that had such an amazing voice.

"Who are they?" I asked Taylor, completely blown by their performance.

She scoffed, picking at her food. "Loser club," she said with disinterest. She dropped her fork and stared at me. "Listen Charlotte hang with us and your life is instantly easy but hang with them or even talk to any of them? You'll be right at the bottom. Unpopular, being known as a loser and constantly tormented."

Before I could tell her where she could stick that folk, one of her clones responded. "She'd be totally crazy not to want to hang out with us especially you Taylor."

"Duh! So anyway come on you need to talk to coach before lunch is over," she said as she pulled me out of the cafe.

Santana POV:

Blah blah blah. That's all I'm hearing from Rachel's mouth. I may have forgiven her for costing us nationals last year and she is kind of cool now but only because she finally pulled that stick out of her ass. Yeah I know what you're all thinking. I'm a bitch and don't give her enough credit but hey no one asked her to look like that or dress the way she does. I mean come on is it my fault that I'm popular and smoking hot but Rachel and other losers aren't? We may have come to an understanding and have one thing in common, Glee, but it's not like we're going to become best friends and share secrets.

I'm back on the cheerios and I've got plenty of friends like Brittany. I look over at her laughing and talking to Kurt, Tina and Wheels. She's not just my friend; she's my best friend who I so happen to be in love with. I want nothing more than to be with her but I can't. If I did I'll get endless slushies and be bullied until I get out of Hicksville which is never. Plus I would be able to handle bullies because come on I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent but Britt wouldn't be able to defend herself. I can't let her go through that. Damn I wish it were summer where it was only her and I without labels or judgment.

Wait…Man Hands, Frankenteen, Puck, Gay, Ex Warbler, Wheels, Britt, Asian, Other Asian, Trouty Mouth and Can't carry a tune. Where's Q? Come to think about it, I haven't seen her at all today. I would've expected to see her crying over Finessa or trying to get back on the cheerios but no.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Cedes running into the room. Before she spoke she had to catch her breath. "Have you seen the new girl?"

Everyone's attention snapped towards Mercedes now. Whatever woodpecker was talking about was long forgotten. If the topic of the new girl can shut up Rachel then it must be worth listening to.

"Yeah she's in my Spanish class with Mike and Finn but she already knows Spanish so I asked her if she's our teacher too or a spy," Britts confusingly said.

Everyone looked over to Britt strangely.

"Ok well does anyone know anything about her besides knowing she can sing or so Sam says" Kurt asked while braiding Tina's hair.

Sam rolled his eyes. "She CAN sing Kurt."

"She stood up to David by defending Rach. She's like some type of hero from comic books," Finn praised.

"What really? Someone sticking up for manhands?" I asked shocked by the new piece of information. She must be new and stupid to help Rachel and sacrifice any chance of being popular. Yeah I know that's exactly what I did once I joined Glee but I'm still popular and no one will dare mess with me.

"Santana's right. Not about the comment towards you Rachel but who would stand up for people like us? That's like automatic death in this school," Tina wondered.

"An honorable one," Rachel commented.

Britts cocked her head to the side letting her ponytail bounce with her motion. "Wait I'm confused. I thought she was human not a monster. Do they even accept monsters in school?"

Rachel slightly smiled. "No Brittany not horror. Honorable means a good person."

Brit nodded understandingly while Rachel continued. "She beat David down with words then she gave him a taste of his own medicine by slushing him."

Mike laughed. "No way she slushied Karoksky?"

"That's dope yo," Artie said, fist bumping Mike.

"Of course she's badass. Have you seen her motorcycle outside? She's hot too because she's in my gym class and that girl has a fine ass and pair of legs on her. We know she's a good kisser too," Puck said slyly as he crossed his arms in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

Rachel crossed her arms and glared at him. "Noah must we use such vulgar language and did you really have to go hook up with her already?"

Puck shook his head trying to fight off a laugh. "Hey I know you all would assume me but I swear I didn't kiss her. Sammy boy here got a taste of the new girl," he said while patting his back.

"Trouty mouth got down and dirty with new girl? Wanky. I might like her after all," I said coolly.

His face turned red as he tried to hide behind his hand. Pathetic.

"Nah guys that's not what I wanted to say. While I was…"Cedes paused like she was choosing what to say, "coming out of a meeting with one of my teachers. I saw the new girl with Taylor but wearing one of the cheerios outfits and a high ponytail," she explained, sitting next to Kurt.

Rachel shook her head in detest. "Well there goes a potential member."

I got up and walked right in front of Arthrea. I crossed my arms in a bitchy manner. "No freaking way. Britts and I are on the team. We would've known if some new girl was on the cheerios. Even if she was a cheerio, do we even know if she's a good singer? How can we trust what Trouty Mouth says." I said with air quotes. "She's hot so he was probably blinded by her looks," I rudely said. "We already got 'can't carry a tune over here.' Anymore of her and we'll never win Nationals. I mean has anyone even notice Quinn's not here? She hasn't been to one meeting so she must have quit. Girl better be dead because I'll go all Lima Heights on her for quitting."

"It's Sugar and am I that bad guys?" she asked upset. Bowties shook his head as he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Sam heard her singing in the auditorium and I believe him. Plus she could help us get to Nationals." He turned to Sugar. "So can you Sugar. Just by being apart of our club you're helping us."

"Doesn't matter now she'll never join Glee if she wants to keep up her rep," Artie stated disappointed.

Mercedes nodded in agreement. "Yeah and Santana is right where the hell is white girl?" Everyone shrugged his or her shoulders. Something is definitely up if no one saw Q but I'll find out about that later.

Finn got up and stood next to Rachel. "No guys we are going to invite her to join because she's different I just know it. Right Rach?" He looked at her but she looked kind of out of it.

Pathetic Frankenteen. Trying to get in Rachel's good graces so they can get back together. I rolled my eyes at his attempt because from what I see Rachel wasn't having it. He should just give up and I don't even know what's so special about Rachel that's got the boys going to her yard. Maybe Fincessa has a fetish for extremely tiny girls or something. Or a fetish for odd looking birds. I don't know nor do I care.

"Rach?" he tried again.

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded her head. "I'll ask her ok but I can't make promises guys."

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