Brittany shielded her eyes as she left her new house and was greeted with the sun's blinding light. It was her first day of school so she decided to walk because she needed some time to think and since everything in Lima is in a five minute radius (yeah, that's right. Brittany S. Pierce learned something in math). The week she spent here was mostly her being barricaded in her room, talking to her friends on the phone or skype and her trying to find away to cover the notches of the last residents many 'exploits'. She could sometimes see Quinn's unnerving eyes watching her from the other blonde's bedroom window. Even when she wasn't there, a strong feeling of paranoia surged through her. It got so bad, at one point in the middle of the night she took a pair of tacks and hung an extra purple sheet over her window. She can only think of the ideas the blonde was now having about her.

In the time that she actually managed to leave her room, she toured the town. She 'Borrowed' the family car and took it for a spin around town. Which wasn't much. She passed one tiny mall, a couple of office buildings and grocery stores, and at last, the school. William McKinley High was actually a pretty big school (much to her surprise). It must be because that there was only one high school in all of Lima. On the field to the right of the school, Brittany saw them. The devils in red. Cheerleaders in red and white uniforms were sprinting around the track whilst a blonde woman in a track suit followed them in a golf cart, yelling at them with her bull horn.

Brittany was to busy laughing at them to feel sorry for them. The cheerleaders at her school never actually did anything. Her old school had them at the game as a sort of mascot. Half the men in the crowd came to stare at their asses instead of the game, but here she could see things were done differently. She wouldn't let her guard down around them either.

Brittany slung her backpack over her shoulder and continued walking, hearing the gravel crunch under her feat. Carlos had warned her yesterday to try and be on her best behaviour. That meant no insulting, no calling out popular kids on their insecurities, and especially no pranking, which was a shame, she really wanted to make a first impression here. Brittany S. Pierce is not someone that they could push around. But unfortunately she promised Carlos.

"Hey, blondie! Wanna ride?"

Brittany turned to see a buff boy wearing sunglasses and with a mohawk hairstyle, revving his black truck beside her. She truck made a coughing noise and a cloud of black smoke emitted from his tail pipe. Brittany crinkled her nose. This boy must not be a believer of global warming.

Name: Unknown

Physical: Buff, Mohawk, Tan

Mental: unknown

First Opinion: Douche Bag, Man Whore, Jock

Warning: Proceed with caution.

"Erm, no thanks. The school is right around the corner." she gestured in the direction absently and turned to walk away. The truck followed beside her slowly as the mystery guy kept talking to her.

"Come on, baby. Don't you want some beginning of the year cred? Strolling into school with McKinley's biggest stud is bound to get you some popularity points, new girl."

"How did you know I was new?" she stopped moving and so did the truck. It wheezed once again, causing Brittany to fan the smoke out of her face, also clouding her vision and making her eyes water.

"Huh, people around here no everybody. And I don't know you so that means your new."

"Listen..." she trailed off.

"Puck." he introduced himself.

"Listen, Puck, I am seriously thirty seconds away from the school entrance. Stop asking me if I want a ride. I said no, and you're looking pathetic right now. Now go park your piece of shit, ozone destroying truck, and leave me to my first day in piece." she spat out.

Puck's eyebrows rose above his glasses. He slid the glasses so that they were resting on the tip of his nose.

"Feisty. I dig that. Feisty chicks are usually goddesses in bed. Trust me, I've bedded Lopez a fair amount of times. But you..." he trailed off as if someone like him could actually have an intellectual thought. "You seem different. You want a good time, you look me up again."

Before she could object by saying she would rather stick her mouth over his trucks tail pipe, he drove off to the student parking lot leaving tire marks on the ash fault. Brittany blinked a couple times in astonishment. No one ever propositioned her at her old school. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, and she was 99 % sure that Puck was one of the notches on her bed post.

She shook off her surprise and continued what was left of her ruined, peaceful walk. The minute she walked through the front entrance of the school the bell rang cuing the teen's to start bustling off to their separate classes, crowding the hallway. Brittany let out a sigh of relief. The way Puck had described it, people would have ogled her if she had came in. And she really didn't want that many attention.

Brittany wandered the hallways looking for the administration office with no luck. McKinley, unlike the town, was huge. She was sure she walking in circles once she passed the school gym for the fourth time. She blundered around stupidly for another ten minutes. She growled in frustration when she was greeted with the familiar sight of the front entrance.

She turned around hastily and collided with someone, causing that person to drop all the papers that they were holding. Without a second thought, Brittany dropped to her knees and collected the papers while mumbling apologies and cursing at the same time under her breath. Her heart dropped when she realized that the pages were numbered. She did her best to file them in order as quickly as she could before handing them back.

"Sorry..." she muttered dejectedly. She was tired, and frustrated, and now something like this had to happen. This day was starting to become very stressful for her.

"No, no. It's my fault. The hallway was quite large enough for the both of us and I wasn't watching where I was going..." the girl trailed off, distracted by her sorting out the pages. Brittany was about to walk away, but noticed that there was purple stains on her cheek and white ruffled blouse along with purple gunk in her hair. It looked as if her and the twins gave her the cheerleader dye treatment, except she didn't look mad, she looked miserable.

"Are you okay?"

The girl scrunched her eyebrows and huffed under her breath. She swept her hair over her shoulder in a diva-ish fashion before answering.

"I warn you not to worry about me. This is a regular occurrence and one that I am used to. I t just so happens that one of the Cheerios stole my extra pair of clothes so I have to carry on looking like this for the rest of the day until my fathers drop off some more clothes at lunch." she finished, pulling a gunk of ice from a lock of her long brown hair.

Brittany frowned. The girl talked a lot and very quickly. She also used big words and the blonde wasn't sure that she fully understood the girl's situation.

"Fruit Loops stole your clothes?"

The girl looked at her incredulously.

"You've never heard of the Cheerios?"

"Of course I've heard of cheerios. I'm not an idiot. There a circular brand of cereal that taste delicious with bananas and sugar-"

"No, No! The Cheerios are the name of our school's cheer leading squad. They've one six consecutive championships with the most famous cheer leading coach of all time, Coach Sylvester. Even though the teams routines are impressive, their talent and good looks are trumped by their horrible personality and attitude."

There was a quiet silence between the two girls.

Brittany burst out laughing. Rachel looked at her confusedly.

"What- Why are-"

"Y-your cheer leading team is c-called the ch-cheerios! That i-is the most ridiculous name I-I've ever heard." she clutched her ribs from laughing so hard, even Rachel cracked a smile at the new girl's antics.

"Well, it may be a little silly..." the diva agreed with a small grin on her face before extending her empty hand. "My name's Rachel. Rachel Berry."

Brittany took her hand.

"I like you Rachel. You're funny. My name is Brittany S. Pierce."

Rachel looked at her in awe.

"Amazing. I thought my fathers were the only one inspired enough by a musical talent to name their child after them. My middle name is Barbra. As in the legendary Barbra Streisand. It's understandable that your mother or father was a fan enough of the gorgeous pop icon Britney Spears to name you after her."

Brittany stared at her blankly before catching on to what she was saying.

"O- oh! No, my name is Brittany Susan Pierce. Yeah, I like Britney Spears, but my mom doesn't like her and my father named me Brittany after his sister and Susan after my mom's mother."

Realization dawned on Rachel's face and she blushed.

"I apologize. Sometimes I get a little carried away with my assumptions."

Brittany giggled.

"It's cool Rachel."

"It was a pleasure meeting you Brittany. Maybe we'll have some classes together."

"Wait! Uh... Do you happen to know where the administration office is?"

Rachel smiled at her and pointed out the way. Turns out that there was a hallway that she somehow managed to passover each time she walked around in circles.

Brittany, I think you just made a new friend

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The kind Indian man let Brittany skip first period since she missed most of it anyway. She really liked her new principal. He's everything her dream principal should be: Kind, Sympathetic, a bit of a pushover, and completely breakable. Her last principal was one of those no nonsense kind of guys, but Principal Fig was the type of guy that she could flash him with her signature puppy dog look and he would be puddy in her hands.

Brittany learnt that the layout of the school wasn't at all as confusing as she made it out to be. Really, it was just straight halls and a couple of stairs. Also, the map that she now had was helpful and was probably the reason navigating was so easier now. Her first period class was math so she literally jumped for joy and gave the principal a hug when he allowed her to skip.

The next period she had was English, which she wasn't horrible at. All you had to do was pay attention when you absolutely had to and not miss anything important. Also you had to read, which believe it or not she could do. Her favourite book was Zombies vs Unicorns. Even though the zombies made a compelling case, she was still most definitely team unicorn.

Before she knew it, the bell rang and Brittany was swarmed with students. A lot of them were wearing the red and white cheer leading uniform or the red and white Letterman jackets. She shouldered her way through the crowed until the people around her dispersed and found their lockers, leaving Brittany in the middle of the hallway. Luckily, she thought to use her brain and get her books before hand so she wouldn't have to spend so much time in the hallway with people looking at her.

The blonde kept her head down and made her way to room 113, Mr. Wilds English class. She seemed to be the first one to arrive so she quickly picked one of the seats in the back corner. The desks were paired up in groups of four, it reminded her of kindergarten. Hopefully they wouldn't have to do lot's of group work this semester. She really didn't feel like getting bossed around so early in the year.

Mr. Wilds, for his part, left her in peace. Not probing her with the usual questions, which she was grateful for. She liked him.

Her heart raced as students slowly started to file into the classroom and sat down next to the people they knew, chatting loudly. Soon the air was filled with paper planes and spitballs. She may be a bit paranoid, but she thought that some of the spitballs may have been aimed at her.

Mr. Wilds shouted over the class to tell them to be quiet. After five minutes of him yelling, the class settled down. Mr. Wilds started with the years usual rules and what-not, no physical contact or throwing of writing utensils. His eyes wandered the class as he spoke. Brittany froze in her seat when his eyes drifted over her and stayed there. Soon the entire class turned to see what he was staring at. Brittany sat in the back. Alone. She hadn't noticed till now. In a way she was relieved but in an other way she was embarrassed. She shifted uneasily under the stares of her class mates.

"Seems that we have a new student at McKinley class. Would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" he didn't sound like a question. It was a demand.

Brittany no longer liked him.

Brittany's mouth went dry as she slowly shuffled to the front of the room. She shut her eyes tightly when she was greeted with a few wolf whistles and snickers. She heard a muffled 'poor thing' from the back that sounded like the speaker was actually enjoying her discomfort. She straightened up as if she was tied to a poll as anger coursed through her. The class quieted down when she gazed the room with an even glare.

"My name is Brittany S. Pierce." she nodded bluntly to the teacher. He looked astonished that the girl had silenced the class with just a look. "I moved here from Cleveland, I dance, and I hate school. That's it."

She walked rigidly back to her seat in the back. She could here them mutter quietly amongst themselves as Mr. Wilds cleared his throat awkwardly.

"W-Well, thank you Ms. Pierce. Uh, does anyone want to volunteer to sit with Brittany? I see some of you have groups of five, we only need four."

Brittany fumed. Volunteer? As if she was someone that no one wanted to handle as if they would catch the weird.

When no one replied, Mr. Wilds scanned the room.

"Fine, I guess I'll have to do this for you... Mr. Karofsky and Mr. Adams, if you would."

The two boys in Letterman jackets got up from separate sides of the room and made their way over to Brittany's table. The African American football player dropped his books loudly on the desk across from her and the other boy sat next to him, shooting glares the blonde's way.

Mr. Wilds sighed and looked up from his attendance sheet.

"I guess this will have to do for today. Since Mr. Chang is absent today, he will join your group when he gets back."

He addressed the rest of the class.

"I would like you all to spend the rest of the class to get acquainted with each other. I have to take a couple calls so please try not to destroy the place while I am gone." Mr. Wilds shuffled out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

The two boys in front of her sneered at her, unnerving her all over again. She pulled out her phone for a reason to ignore the two of them, but found her phone quickly snatched away from her by the paler of the two boys. She lunged for it from across the table but the boy held it further behind him tauntingly.

"Give. It. Back." she hissed, giving them her best glare. She saw the paler boy waver a bit, showing fear through his facade before quickly adjusting his expression to a superior smirk. Brittany grimaced. Bullies were cowards. If you scare them enough, they'll run away with their tale between their legs.

"No. You heard Mr. Wilds. We're supposed to be gettin' to know each other. You're acting like a rude and anti-social freak." the pale boy sneered, tucking her phone into his pocket.

"Come on, white girl. Why don't you tell us about yourself? We don't bite... very hard." the other boy snickered.

"Hey Azimo, check this out." the other boy said, shoving her phone in his face. Brittany made another lunge for it but Azimo pulled it away just in time.

"Aw... look at this, she has a little boyfriend. So cute. He says, 'How's your first day doing, miss you tons xoxo'. Should we reply, Karofsky?" he asked mockingly, the entire class, who had been listening in on their conversation, giggled.

"Give it back now." she snapped. This time when she lunged for the phone, she snatched it out of Azimo's hand, catching him in the jaw with her fist also.

"Crazy bitch!" he yelled, clutching his jaw.

"You two fat asses try that again and you will find out that I can do more than just that. I will kick you in the nut sack so hard that you will be singing soprano for weeks." she hissed threateningly. Mr. Wilds chose this moment to barge into the class room.

Well, there goes her promise to Carlos.

"What is going on here!"

"Nothing sir, we were just teaching Brittany one of our teams cheers." Karofsky said. He leaned in lose to Brittany and patted her back in a friendly gesture. When he pulled away he hissed in her ear. "You are mine at lunch time. You'll know better then to mess with us, loser."

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