Author's Note:

This is like the Glee version of Twilight, that's why I put that Lexi came from La Push (located in Washington)

Takes place in Season 1. Supernatural shit will start either at the end of Season 1 or the beginning of Season 2.

Pairings: OC, Quinn, Rachel, Brittany and Santana

DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

Warning: OC g!p...and short chapter


Walking into school with Cameal hugging my side, I can feel the heaviness in my backpack full of clothes, just in case slushies start raining down on me.

After a night of skin and sweat, I've found out that Cameal shares all her classes with me.

Sitting down next to Kurt and Cameal in front of me, I have been noticing that he kept looking at me in a confused way after I've husked some flirty ideas into Cameal's ear.

"What's the matter?" I whisper to him.

"Are you...a lesbian," he whispers back harshly.

"Uh...yeah? In case you haven't noticed yesterday, I haven't exactly been subtle in gawking at girls," I state with a 'duh' tone. He just looks at me like a fish out of water...and can I say...so freaking hilarious.

I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "This is why it's gonna be hopeless for you out there with your terrible gaydar," I say under my breath.

"Who has terrible gaydar," Cameal joins in, twisting around in her chair.

I nod my head towards Kurt. "Huh...bro," she chuckles at the blue-eyed boy before turning back around in her seat.

I just shake my head at the confused boy before turning back to my work.


Drawing Brittany a duck this time (her request), I laugh in Cameal's face when Brittany says something out of the ordinary. Well...out of the ordinary for my La Push companion and other people, I just find Brittany's thoughts quite endearing. Sure she doesn't excel in academics but she does excel in feelings, which a lot of people suck at. The girl knows what she wants and she go's and gets it.

Did I mention it was endearing?

"Did you know gay people have more fun than straight people," she asks Cameal, to which she earns a raised eyebrow from Lahote.

"Uh...no?" She replies.

"Well they do 'cause they get to ride rainbows and unicorns. Did you know they also get gold after having sweet lady kisses or sweet boy kisses," the bubbly blonde rants away, making Cameal's brain fry.


"Here you go," I say, placing a voice recorder in front of my afroed friend.

Wait...is afroed even a word? Never mind.

"What's this for?" He asks, picking the object up.

"To help you become a better reporter," I say, patting his shoulder.

"So it could help you practice dishing out shit to your viewers about future actors doing sleazy crap," Cameal says from behind us.

"Think of it as something that could hold reminders of what you might forget later on. Like when you come across breaking news, you have that to help guide you," I tell him, smile on my face. He's silent for a moment before he looks at me and beams.

"Thanks Diaz," he says, smiling bashfully.

"No prob...-just don't get any idea about hitting on this," I say gesturing towards myself. "'Cause I'm a lesbian and your like a little bro to me, so don't fucking ruin that."

"Better not gossip about that tiny fact JBI," Cameal adds in. "Or else Imma cut your tongue off and turn it into a shish kabob."

"Of course not, I won't wreck the idea of having friends for once," he assures us, clutching the voice recorder in his hand.


Carrying Cameal on my back, I walk up the stairs of the auditorium stage.

"Hey Rachel," I greet her. "Meet my best friend, Cameal Lahote." I gesture towards said person after I've set her down on the ground.

"Aww -you're too shy dear. I'm her girlfriend. Nice to meet you," Cameal says, sticking her hand out for the other girl to shake.

I look at her with a 'WTF' expression.

She looks back at me and winks. I nod subtly before looking back at Rachel to see her wearing an unreadable expression, she actually looks kinda...hot in that expression. You know what...keep that expression on your face Rachel, looks great on you.

"Um...-nice to meet you too. Uh...shall we eat," Rachel stutters.

Rachel Berry-...stuttering?! That's new.


"She totally has a crush on you," Cameal tells me as she copies off my finished work.

"Who does?" I say, my nose scrunching up.

"The cute Jewish girl," she replies, not looking up.

Wait...does she mean-?

"You mean...Rachel," I whisper, unconscious about the fact that a smile is growing on my face.

Don't tell anyone but I'm actually delighted to hear that.

"Yup, and that blonde with blue eyes too," she nods, still not looking at me.

Wait-...Brittany?

"Brittany?"

"Yeah. That Rachel girl though," she starts, catching my attention and interest.

"What about her?"

"She got this possessive look in her eye when I said you were my 'girlfriend'," she says with air quotes.

Air quotes? Seriously Cameal? She just straight up copied me, that bitc-...wait does she mean...? I shake my head. Does she mean Rachel was jealous?! Now I can confirm that jealous Rachel is my favorite Rachel.

"Wait what?"

"Then, in Science...when you weren't looking...Brittany whispered some creepy shit about calling down her unicorn friends to stab me with their horns if I ever did anything to hurt you," she says, chuckling as she wiggles her fingers.

"What the fuck," I murmur.

"What the fuck indeed. Oh, and get this...-I'm starting to get a vibe that the cheerleader across the room is throwing me the evil eye for talking to you," she says, smirking.

Quinn?

"The one with hazel eyes," I question.

"I don't know what her fucking eye color is. Hey dumbass, she's the only cheerleader in the room. Get your damn eyes fixed," she rants, tapping the corner of her eye for emphasize.

Yup, it's Quinn...WAIT WHAT?!

I look across the room to catch Quinn gazing at me but when she notices her mistake, she quickly turns the other way, but I can clearly see a sign of blush forming on her cheek.

"That's messed up," I tell Cameal, looking away from Quinn; my thoughts scrambling all over the place.

"I know right. Pretty soon there's going to be some girls lining up to get into your pants," she winks at me.

"That's impossible," I shake my head.

"Maybe it is, but hey, you got three girls crushing on your hot ass, how many more could there be," she asks, rhetorically.

"I hope that's it," I whisper to myself.


"Yup. Sorry to tell you Lex, but those aren't the only girls you'll be having problems with," she says, shaking her head.

"Can you stop commenting on my mishaps," I say, putting my head in my hands.

"Not my fault hot chicks dig you. Plus, if I were in your place," I hear her blow out some air. "I'd totally tap that Latina."

"You're a handful you know that," I glance up at her smirking face. She tilts her head to the side as if she was thinking about it.

"Yup," she says, making the 'p' pop. I groan in annoyance, my head falling onto my book.


A/N:

Please review.

How was that?

Please leave comments on what the ship names should be. But for now these are mine.

Lexi Diaz + Rachel Berry= Razberry

Lexi Diaz + Brittany Pierce= Briaz

Lexi Diaz + Santana Lopez= Lextana

Special thanks to Jessbarb, I'm considering Quex or Quexi unless there are other viewers out there who have other options that I could also consider for Lexi and Quinn.