Author's Note:

I am so sorry. I feel awful for making you guys wait but my laziness has gotten to me and I had to watch a random Glee episode to spark up my inspiration bubble of some sort. And I have been watching Resident Evil 7 videos for the past few days, courtesy of Markiplier and I have been geeking out so much.

There's also stressful shit going on at school with exams and all that lovely business. So YAAAAAAY.

Eventually though, I am going to finish this story...It's going to be a very long process because I know for a fact, obviously, that this story is going to have so many fucking chapters and I am shaking with excitement just by thinking about it.

I can't promise that I'll not go on an unnecessary break cause I'll break that promise so quickly.

Anyways, I am Sanvers trash. My life and my heart...sorry I just had a very gay heart attack (Someone catch me!)

Warning: (Spoiler Alert) Certain things aren't accurate about the movies (Movies you ask? You'll find out soon and it is kinda obvious) Also stereotypical things, I'm Asian so I'm being stereotypical towards myself in this chapter


Quality Time

AKA Acafellas Part 3


"Dammit Mike! Stop it!" I yell at him in exhaustion as he spins around me and dunks the basketball into the hoop.

"Oh, come on Lexi! Don't be a spoil sport!" He tells me as he celebrates with a victory dance.

I roll my eyes in response and collapse face first onto the gym floor. I regret it so much. Nasty ass floor and dirty shoes stepping on it. Ew. "Fuck off Chang!" I growl at him. "My back hurts, my feet hurt, and my arms are real close to falling off." I groan in pain, feeling the stinging ache all over my body. And not only that I haven't eaten at all, breakfast nor lunch.

He laughs at my grimace as he sits down next to me with the basketball in his hands. "Hey, it's not my fault that you challenged me. By the way, you failed miserably."

I lift my head up from the floor and glare at him. "No shit, really?" I deadpan. "If I won I'd be moonwalking to my trophy right now." I gather up energy to push him, causing him to stumble from his sitting position. He makes a small noise that causes me to raise an eyebrow at him. He quickly sits in his original spot with blush rising up his neck. "Do you have like a squeaky toy on you or something?"

"Shut it Diaz." He grumbles under his breath as I erupt in laughter.

Pushing myself off the floor, I sit down opposite of him so we're facing each other. "I'm playing, I'm playing. Geez. I'll stop for the sake of your dignity." A smirk on my lips as I put my hands up in mock defense.

"Thank you." He sighs, wiping the literal sweat off his forehead. "You are a noble warrior." He bows his head. "Considering that, I offer myself to comply to all your wishes senpai."

"Oh dear, help us all!" I exclaimed, spreading my arms and looking up at the ceiling. Then pressing my palms together in a praying manner. I hear Mike laugh at my silly antics. Letting my hands fall in my lap, I nudge him with my elbow. "But are you serious? Cause I can think of so many things you can buy for me." My eyes light up at the thought.

"Yeah, but only for today. So hurry up before your timer runs up." He shrugs. "And I have nothing to do, so might as well hang out with my long lost sister." He grins, punching me in the shoulder softly.

My face twists in an unamused expression. "Are you seriously starting a family tree right now?"

"Don't even know. Is that what kids these days are doing?" He asks, spinning the basketball on his finger.

"Beats me." I shrug. "So what do you wanna do Bro Chang?"

His eyebrows scrunch together in thought. "Wanna play tennis?" He places the ball back on the ground.

I scoff. "And have you beat me at that too?" I raise an eyebrow at him as I lean back on my palms. "No way in hell!"

"Golf?" His eyes crinkle in humor.

"Stereotypical much?" I deadpan, flicking his ear.

"Ow!" His hand flies to his ear. "What about...something non-sporty? Um...movie theater?"

"Now you're thinking my tall Asian brother." I grin at him cheekily.

His eyes narrow at me. "That right there is stereotypical."

"And don't I know it! But now that you say I'm your senpai...I command you to take the whole glee club out for the movies!" I point at him, my voice echoing throughout the gym.

"Oh, come on! I'm gonna go broke!" He groans in displeasure.

"Sucks for you!" I laugh, swiping the basketball swiftly and making a break for the door.

"Lexi!"


"Dude, I thought you said I was paying?" Mike asks, walking up to me and handing a bag of popcorn over.

I nod my head at him. "Yeah, you did pay."

"For all of you, I mean." He gestures to the group who are talking amongst themselves in front of us. I catch Quinn's eye who waves at me, a small smile on her lips.

I wave back before turning my attention to Mike. I raise both my eyebrows in faux realization. "Oh, that. I felt the urge to help out my bro, so I paid for all the girls' tickets and Kurt's too. But if you want to pay so badly, I guess you can pay for all the snacks the glee guys want." I tell him in a happy tone. "Toodles Chang!" I run off for the second time today, leading the girls to the 8th auditorium who are carrying the food I had already bought them.

"What's Stepfather about exactly?" Mercedes asks me, looping her arm through mine.

Another arm finds its way through my right arm with a very cheerful Brittany attached to it. The blonde currently wearing a Kermit beanie. "Well the title is Stepfather, so I'm guessing a really mean stepfather." She tells us, flashing the both of us a wide smile.

"Probably Miss Pierce, but we'll just have to find out." I wink at the cheerleader, causing her to giggle.

Cameal who is in front of us, previously chatting with Tina and Rachel, looks over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. "Yeah that and I'm dying to see Amber Heard."

"Fucking fangirl." I shake my head at her knowingly.

"That's so damn true Lahote, I can hear your perverted thoughts all the fucking way over here." Santana sneers from behind the group, Quinn in stride with her. Coincidentally, a horrified mother covers the precious ears of her son, rushing past the two girls.

"Shut up Lopez! Amber Heard is the bomb, you can't make my gay heart stray away!" Cameal tells the Latina, marching her way through the double doors.

"Preach." Brittany nods her head, offering her fist to Mercedes who reluctantly bumps it.

Unexpectedly, Cameal marches back out of the room and glances everywhere. When her eyes land on me and momentarily flicks towards Brittany who's munching away at her Twizzlers, a scary roguish smile washes over her lips. "Hey baby! I almost forgot about you." I blink rapidly in confusion as her feet carry her towards me. She takes me out of Brittany's grasp. "Remember the plan stud." She whispers in my ear.

I nod in realization, beginning to remember our plan. "Well come on then." I tell her, glancing back at Brittany who is pouting at the empty space I had just occupied a few seconds ago.

Dammit, I feel bad now.

Cameal drags me through the doors at the same moment my hearing picks up Rachel's voice. "Don't feel sad Brittany. You can sit with me if you want?"

"Yay! Come on Rae, I'll race you upstairs!" I hear Brittany reply. I can almost see her wide smile.

Blonde and brunette rush past us, scurrying up the stairs as quiet giggles are heard. My eyes follow their movements and I hold back a chuckle as Rachel surprisingly beats Brittany in the race to the top, ignoring the people glaring at them. I feel Cameal tug on my hand. I look towards her to see her pointing at the large screen. "Let's go, the previews are starting."


I have no clear idea on how I got stuck in the middle. Not exactly in the middle though. We're like seated near the stairs, but everyone that I know is just surrounding me. Very specific people are surrounding me. And they are using it to their advantage I tell you.

Rachel sits beside me with Brittany to her left. And Cameal sits on my right, clinging onto my arm. There's no problem on my left side. The only thing I realize that's working with this plan is that they are constantly guiding my attention towards them whenever Cameal tries to tell me something. Directly behind us on the other hand...I'm beyond positive that Santana is kicking the back of my seat harshly with gusto every time I pretend making physical contact with my head to Cameal's shoulder. And Quinn...let's just say...I don't remember her coughing a lot when we got to the move theater in the first place. Oh dear god, the plan. It's working...but my head hurts like a bitch.


15 minutes later

My hand drifts to my cup of soda where Cameal's hand rests nearby. Just as my fingertips touch the plastic, my seat jostles roughly. Rolling my eyes, I sag against my chair tiredly, my grey Nike shoe accidentally bumping against Rachel's loafers. "Sorry, my bad." I whisper, smiling sheepishly and trying my best to see her eyes through the dark.

"It's perfectly fine Lexi." She replies, patting my exposed forearm with her soft hand before turning her attention to the screen. I keep my eyes on the side of her face, memorizing the small freckles for a few seconds before I remember that I'm not supposed to be staring at her and embarrassingly shoot my eyes back to the movie.

A few minutes later, I feel a soft tapping on the toe cap of my shoe. I slowly turn my head towards Rachel who has her eyebrow arched in a playful manner. Gazing into her dark eyes, my own foot navigates its way to the heel of her own shoe and I give it a small nudge. The corner of her lip twitches as a challenging glint in her eyes makes itself known.

Soon, the sound of shoes knocking together can be heard for a mere few seconds. Until...

A middle aged man with his dark hair greased back in a weird style whirls around in his seat. His upper lip curled up in clear annoyance. "Play footsie on your own damn time!" He hissed at us before swiveling back to face the screen and slamming his back against the cushion of the chair.

Locking eyes with Rachel, I notice her mirroring my expression. Her alert eyebrows, wide eyes, and burning cheeks displaying it all. We cringed at the same time. I'd laugh if I wasn't so uncomfortable with what just happened.


36 minutes later

My head is fucking killing me.

After momentarily rubbing my temples, I take off my glasses to rub at my eyes. Blinking rapidly, my vision starts to become blurry and everything seems to be moving. Oh shit...This is not a good feeling.

Picking myself off the seat and tottering slightly, I ask the two girls beside me. "May I pass through please?"

Their eyes dart from the screen to my face before they make room for me to pass. That's all the answer I need to bolt past their legs and down the lighted stairs all the while covering my mouth.


"Rae, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." Brittany tells the small diva beside her, pointing her finger at the stairs.

"Okay, hurry back." Rachel's eyes communicating worry to Brittany's blue ones.

The tall cheerleader flashes her an assuring smile. "I'll make sure to bring her back with me." She says, before bounding down the stairs to find Lexi, not knowing that two cheerleaders and the brunette diva's eyes follow he silhouette until it disappears.

As all of this occurs, however, another La Push born sits through this with an expressive smirk and sharp eyes that observe each facial expression of the still seated girls.


"Lexi." I whisper loudly, walking into the nearest ladies bathroom. My eyes taking in all the open stalls except for one with a very familiar grey Nike shoe slightly sticking out. A groan echoes from the stall. "Lexi?"

Another groan is heard.

Stopping just outside the door, I ask. "Can you open the door please?"

"I don't want you to see me like this." I hear her grumble before I hear the sound of vomiting.

"Lexi, please just open the door." I desperately tell her, feeling a little helpless.

I don't like her being sick. What would Lord Tubbington not do?

A few more seconds of hearing her empty the contents in her stomach goes by before she responds. "I don't wanna." She says in a pouty like tone.

I sigh, wringing my hands as I lean against the stall divider. "You're sounding like a child and that's coming from me of all people." No reply. I sigh again, rubbing my hands over my face. Suddenly...light bulb moment. "Open the door or I'll crawl under this thing and attract tons of weird, nasty bacteria." I wait a few moments before a resounding click of an unlocking door echoes this time. It swings open slowly, revealing the sick girl. "Oh, Lexi." My voice cracks a little.

She lifts her head up and looks at me, te paleness of her face very noticeable. "This is why I don't want you to see me like this. See, you're all sad now." She grimaces, clutching at her stomach.

"I'd feel better if I can make you feel better." I sit beside her, wrapping my arms around my knees. I watch closely as her head slowly falls on my shoulder. "Do you feel like throwing up more?" I feel her shake her head. Racking my brain with more ideas. Another light bulb moment. I know exactly what to do. "Let's go." I say, slowly guiding her to her feet and out the stall to the sink. "After you wash your face with cold water, I'll buy you some Sour Patch Kids and Junior Mints that Lord T loves after smoking weed." I rub her back, feeling the muscles in her back that make my knees tremble. I'm not trying to be a pervert like my cat and all, but you should really feel the muscles on her back.

"For my smelly breath?" She asks, leaning on the sink heavily with a crooked grin after she'd rinsed her mouth.

I nod energetically with a large grin.

She laughs as loudly as a nauseous person would be capable of and it makes my heart swell with rainbows.


"Where the hell are those two?" Kurt asks displeasingly after regrouping for the second time.

"Did all of you check everywhere?!" The voice of a small brunette can be heard from down the hall. Her eyes, in Finn's opinion traveling at the speed of that bird from Looney Tunes.

What's her name again? He thinks.

Oh, only if Santana had telepathy. She'd yell at the football player so much. Firstly, for not even knowing the bird's name which is ROADRUNNER! Secondly, that bird is a he thank you very much. Maybe say, "I should sick the Lima Heights Adjacent version of the Bandidos on your whipped cream covered nipple self!" Yeah...something along those lines.

Puck raises his hand.

"What is it Noah?" Rachel asks him urgently.

"I went into the room that was showing Astro Boy."

"And?!" Santana snaps at him, deeply worried about the two missing girls.

The mohawked boy flinches obviously. "The usher chased me out after I caught him masturbating and he tripped with his pants down his legs."

Everyone in the group made a disgusted look.

"D-during a k-kids movie?" Tina whispered to herself, managing to stutter for real.

"Guys, I don't think that job even exists anymore." Artie says, looking at all of them bug-eyed. Matt, who's manning the wheelchair, nods vigorously with a worried expression. A brief minute passes by with all of them looking at each other in discomfort.

"We have to find them." Quinn said, with clear determination before storming down the hall with the group in tow. They haven't even walked far before they heard a loud shriek on the other side of a movie cut out display of one of the Toy Story aliens.

"We're too late! The pervy usher captured them!" Puck himself shrieked louder than the one previously. His hands on both sides of his face.

"Excuse me Drama Queen, but shut your road kill lips up!" Cameal growls at him, who tries to subtly hide behind Rachel. He fails miserably when the brunette singer stalks towards the cardboard that's three times her height and shoves it to the side brutally.

All the anger and worriedness is all pushed away once they see what's behind the cut out.

A loud shriek erupts again, but it is clearly not one from distress, only from pure...

...disappointment from not catching...

...Junior Mints...

...that are being aimed at your mouth.

Lexi is the first to notice them. She waves at them awkwardly as warmth flows to her mildly pale face. Brittany watches the other girl's movement with sudden confusion, waving her left hand hesitantly as the right one picks up the fallen mint. "Why are you waving?"

Lexi points behind the blonde who turn around. "Hey guys!" She smiles at them brightly before turning back to Lexi and flinging a yellow Sour Patch Kid her way. The group watches the candy sail through the air, bouncing off the wall and into Lexi's mouth who chews on it happily. The tan girl bows proudly as Brittany claps with approval. The glee members lock eyes with each other, showing disbelief in their features.

"Oh, the indignity!" Cameal announces with an accent.

"Ay, Gordon!" Mike snaps his fingers at Cameal cheerfully.

"Gordon Ramsay?" Mercedes asks, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

"Thomas and Friends." Lexi states, throwing a mint in Brittany's direction while understanding makes itself known in Mercedes' mind.

Brittany catches the mint in her mouth before speaking. "I love those British trains." She turns back to her box of candy and pulling out a red one.

"Okay, I'm confused." Quinn points out, Santana nodding in agreement.

"What the fuck are you loonies even talking about?"

"They're conversing about PBS Kids, Santana." Rachel replies, sitting on the floor beside Lexi, trying to intercept flying sweets.

Santana tilts her head, crossing her arms. "What's the midget talking about?"

"Ignoring that false statement about my height, to answer your colorful question, Santana. PBS Kids is a nationwide public broadcasting service that airs children's programming. The network is designed to mentor children on literacy, mathematics, and social-emotional skills. Television shows that include Dragon Tales, Teletubbies, Cyberchase, WordWorld and Bob the Builder. And because you have no absolute idea what PBS Kids is, I am sorry to say that your childhood is missing many gaps and important aspects in educational animation."

"Yup. Don't forget about Arthur, Between the Lions, Curious George, and Clifford the Big Red Dog." Lexi adds, pouring some mints into Rachel's hand.

Brittany hums. "Also Fetch with Ruff Ruffman and Barney and Friends. Thomas and Friends falls into the category too. Which Cameal was referencing to when she said 'Oh, the indignity!' That's because that's the main phrase that Gordon, one of the characters, uses in the show. Adding on to what Rae said..." She pauses, her gaze switching between Quinn and Santana. "Both of your childhoods suck." She finishes, popping numerous candy into her mouth.

The two cheerleaders blink in surprise, thinking the exact same thing.

Did they just team up against us?


"You okay there Lex?" Cameal asks as I drool over the Unholy Trinity in not too much clothing.

"Um...what? I guess. I don't know." I wave at her halfheartedly. "What was the question?"

"It still surprises me that the Cheerios are assisting us." Rachel says from the other side of the car we're washing together. Snapping out of my daze, I dunk my yellow sponge into the bucket of soapy water beside me and begin washing the car where I try not to glare at the male owner that's currently staring at Brittany pretty much the same way I was.

"Why? Is it because they're bitches who don't want to contribute to the community?" Cameal suggested, clad in jean shorts and a black crop top.

"No...well...that and Coach Sylvester doesn't usually allow her Cheerios to mingle with bottom feeders." Artie replies, shrugging before going back to work.

I would've heard what was being said, but I'm a little too focused on the fact that Quinn and Santana are spraying water on each other. Because of the detail that I am unconscious at the moment, I don't notice that Brittany is slowly walking in my direction with a hose. Suddenly, I am being sprayed with water; a rush of it hitting the side of my face. When the spray of water abruptly stops, I wipe the water from my eyes and open them to see Brittany with a grin on her face, only about ten feet away to my right, clutching the hose in her hands.

I turn towards her, an evil smirk replacing my frown. "You think that's funny?"

She crosses her arms over her chest, causing me to briefly look...down there. Glancing up at her face, I know I've been caught leering when I see her smirking at me. "Very." She holds out the hose, the water erupting from it. I close my eyes in time as it strikes again. Drips of it running down my neck and a whole mass of it seeping through my black undershirt. I spit out some water when the spray stops. After I've rubbed my eyes, I open them to find that the cheerleader is smiling at me; a very lovable smile, I might add and...she runs off. I shake my head in amusement.

Lifting my drenched shirt over my head, I throw it in Cameal's face, earning myself a loud, "Bitch!" I quickly run after Brittany, passing some Cheerios, including Quinntana in only black sweatpants and a sports bra.

I duck behind a car when Brittany glances behind her shoulder. I get on my hands and knees...yes my hands and knees. Don't be thinking wrong. I peek under the car to see feet on the other side. When the feet shift to the opposite direction, I quickly stand back up and creep slowly to the back of the Ford Explorer. Pressing my back against the trunk door, I take a quick look to recognize that it is Brittany that's facing the other way. Jogging up to her, my arms quickly snake around her waist, pressing my wet front against her back.

"Oh my god!" She shrieks as I spin her around. My abdomen heating up from the way her body fits with mine, making me sigh in contentment.

Placing her back on the ground without letting go, I stand on my tippy toes because of her damn wedges and whisper in her ear. "Who's wet now?"

A smile forms on my mouth when I feel her shiver against me. I rest my chin on her shoulder, savoring the moment greatly as my eyes shut.

"Yo Diaz!" Cameal shouts somewhere, making me growl in annoyance. My arms tighten around Brittany's waist as well as her hold on my forearms.

"Aren't you going to go?"

I don't answer. I continue holding her. The warmth from her body radiating against my own warmth despite a slight wind blowing on our moist skin.

"Lexi! Get your bitch ass over here!" Cameal screams, frustration evident in her voice. I groan loudly the exact same time the girl in my arms does too.

"See you in science Miss Pierce." I whisper in her ear before swiftly spinning on my heel and towards Cameal's screaming.


Running late to glee club since I had a dentist appointment, I power walk down the streets, nearing Carmel High when I spot a brunette carrying multiple things, honestly needing help. Sprinting over, I catch some books falling from the woman's grasp. "Let me help you with that." I offer, looking down at her, finding a face that's so familiar somehow.

"Thank you." She said earnestly as I take a basket full of text books and sheet music and placing one of the boxes on top of it. Following her down the sidewalk, we walk into the Carmel High parking lot, where she leads me to a black Range Rover. After I've placed her belongings into the trunk, I am now being given more thanks as she enters the driver's door and rolls down the window.

"Thank you so much...?" She pauses, outstretching her hand towards me.

"Diaz. Lexi Diaz." I say, taking her hand and shaking it. "And you are?"

She stares at me for a moment. Those eyes...

She looks so familiar. Where have I seen her before? I think.

She responds, a cheeky grin forming. That smile...looks so familiar...

"My name is Corcoran. Shelby Corcoran."


A/N: Anyone catch my reference to Naya Rivera's Halloween costume as the Roadrunner from Looney Tunes? What did you think of the chapter? Please leave a review and I will be very happy with you.

Also...so many fucking references.