I do not own Glee.
Walking through the hall to second period the next day, Quinn almost got ran over. She grabbed the little sixth grader, crouching to his level, smiling.
"Hey, you're a sixth grader, new here. I'm a freshman. Trust me, four minutes is plenty of time, without running, alright?" she explained to him, softly, before giving him a light push in the direction he was headed. Stopping at her locker, she picked up her notebook for chemistry. Day two and they were already on page 3 of notes, because Mr. Tao felt the need to get them started early.
Sitting down in chemistry, she sighed when she heard the click of the microphone for announcements. "We have a brief announcement before the beginning of second hour. Attention high school students interested in joining choir. You will be meeting in the orchestra room every day during sixth hour lunch period. That's room 141." Taking in this new information, Quinn decided to join the New Directions.
She stared down at her schedule, thinking about what classes she shared with her friends, and thinking about what would happen if she actually did cut lunch. She decided to do it, especially because she had orchestra fifth hour anyway.
Third and fourth hour were a blur of new faces, and overly friendly teachers. She was more than happy to get out of her Geometry class fourth hour, because Ms. Bolden was starting to freak her out a bit. Stopping at her locker on the way, because today was the first day they played together, Quinn made her way to orchestra.
As usual, she sat in the first chair spot for viola, and set up her stand. She smiled warmly up at Mr. Zallar, also known as "Mr. Z". Going through a round of tuning, she led her section in a warm up. At the end of class, she took her time packing up, before putting her viola back in the cabinet that had housed it since she was a sixth grader, and took her seat again.
She watched as a couple of kids made their way into the room. She took inventory around her and saw Brittany and Santana, forever joined at the hip, Rachel, Puck, Finn, Artie, Mike and Tina. She turned to face the other side and saw Kurt and Mercedes talking to the new kid, Sam. This group kind of shocked her, but she just sat in her chair, waiting for Mr. Z to start.
In German that day, Quinn sat down talking to Shannon.
"You know, it's a shame German is the only language at this school without a social studies class. I mean, even French with their whole 12 kids has it. But we also haven't had social studies in German since sixth grade."
"Yeah," Shannon replied sadly. "I miss Ackermann's class, even though none of us had reading comprehension until eighth grade."
Both of them started laughing at that, until Herr Wiegand threatened to kick them both out. The thing with reading comprehension was, if you missed Frau Ackermann's class once, you had to read to catch up. The whole book was in German though, so you sat there for an hour reading a page. Both Quinn and Shannon had lessons during her class that year. Both simultaneously shuddered at the thought.
They both walked out of German in stitches after catching up about all of the summer events. Quinn caught up with Brittany and Santana, walking to Britt's locker with them. The bell rang and Quinn had to run, because this was the first after school Slam Poetry meeting. She was excited to be joining the Bilingual Poets.
Walking into Ms. Shumway's room, she looked around. Once again, she saw Rachel in her activity and sighed. She couldn't get away from the little Jew even if she tried. One of the downsides of having such a small school; it's hard to avoid people.
Finally, after a rather productive meeting, Quinn stopped at her locker, before exiting the playground door and starting her walk home. On the corner block of school, preoccupied with her iPod, she knocked someone over.
"I'm so sorry! I really need to watch where I'm going!" She stuck out her hand to help the kid up. When they stood up, their hair fell out of their face, and she flushed. She had just plowed over Rachel Berry. She shyly pulled her hand back before starting the walk again.
After about 10 feet she realized Rachel was headed the same way as her, so she started some polite conversation. It was the first time she wasn't lonely walking home in two years.
**Key
Herr- Mister
Frau- Miss/Missus