A/N: The song in this chapter is sung by Hermione. And it is, of course, Sweet Transvestite from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". (Also, I did decide to use the Glee edited lyrics instead of the original ones.)

Enjoy! :)

~Chapter 15~

Previously: The next day, Hermione was beaming as half of the glee club performed "Dammit Janet". Her smile wavered, however, when she saw the cheerleading coach motion for Will to come out into the hallway. She rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on the hazel-eyed girl dancing in front of her. After they finished performing, Quinn removed her wig and sat next to Hermione who grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. Santana rolled her eyes at the sight and began plotting to seduce the brunette. The perfect opportunity presented itself when they began their first dress rehearsal a few days later.

"Action!" Called Mr. Schue from in front of the stage.

"Oh, Brad! Let's get out of here! I'm cold, I'm wet, and I'm just plain scared," shrieked the small diva.

"Well, I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of," soothed Finn. Rachel let out a loud scream and fainted as Hermione waltzed out of the elevator in full Dr. Frank-N-Furter garb causing several mouths to dry up.

"How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman.
He's just a little brought down 'cause when you knocked,
He thought you were the candyman."

As Hermione sang and strutted about the stage, Santana and Brittany moved up behind her and began grinding up against her suggestively.

"Don't get strung out by the way I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a girl by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover.

"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from sensational, Transylvania."

"So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?
I could show you my favorite obsession."

At this point the two Cheerios had their hands all over the British teen and the third cheerleader couldn't take it anymore. Before Hermione could continue with the song, she called out to their teacher.

"Mr. Schue, will you please tell Santana and Brittany to STOP having sex with Hermione on stage!" Hermione took a deep breath and tried to cool off, but the cheerleaders were still pressed up against her.

"Uh, ok, Quinn. Let's take five, everybody!" The choir director ordered uncomfortably.

"Well, that was fun," the Latina murmured huskily into the wavy-haired brunette's ear before grabbing her best friend and walking off stage. Hermione turned around only to come face-to-face with a fuming Quinn.

"You looked like you enjoyed that a little too much," the blonde growled.

"Um, it was all a part of the performance?" The older girl suggested uncertainly. The cheerleader glared at her before pulling her backstage and shoving her up against a wall. Before the brown-eyed girl knew what was happening, Quinn's lips crashed onto her own in a heated kiss.

"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!" Yelped the familiar voice of the guidance counselor, who now had her hands covering her eyes. "Um, Hermione, Will wants to speak with you." The British girl nodded dumbly and went to find her uncle.

"Mia, is it my imagination, or are Santana and Quinn sort of fighting over you?" The curly-haired man questioned in an exasperated tone.

"I have no idea what's going on, to be honest. Santana goes from being really nice to being a total bitch to trying to get into my knickers."

"Mia! I do not want to hear things like that," her uncle groaned.

"Sorry, Will. As for Quinn, we're a little more than friends, but that's it," she replied with a shy smile.

"Ok, just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I know, Will. Don't worry, I can handle those two."

The next day, Hermione was walking down to see her uncle in his classroom, when she heard someone singing Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Me. She peered into the classroom and was shocked to see her uncle with his shirt off and the red-haired guidance counselor performing the song. She waited outside the door until Ms. Pillsbury ran out, a panicked expression covering her face.

"So that's why we're doing The Rocky Horror Picture Show?" The brown-eyed girl inquired with a frown.

"Mia! Um, we were just practicing," Will spluttered out unconvincingly.

"Will, she's with Carl now. You can't keep interfering. If she ever leaves him, you'll be there for her, but for right now you need to let her go."

"When did you get so smart?"

"Well, they didn't call me the brightest witch of my generation for nothing," Hermione responded with a smirk. The man rolled his eyes, but chuckled as he tried to swat at her head. "Put your shirt back on, Will. I'll see you at home for dinner. I've got to go try to figure out a Halloween costume."

"Oh, what are you doing for Halloween?"

"This guy that I'm tutoring invited me to go trick-or-treating with him and his younger siblings," she told him enthusiastically.

"That sounds great, sweetheart. I hope you have fun!" The hazel-eyed man told her with a large smile, happy that she was forming a lot of great friendships. She threw her arms around him and bid him farewell before going in search of Kurt and Mercedes.

"Hey, guys, I really need your help," Hermione told the two when she found them by their lockers.

"Oh my god, is everything ok?" Mercedes rushed out, inspecting the other girl for any abnormalities.

"Everything's fine," the British girl laughed. "I just need help coming up with a Halloween costume."

"Ooh, this'll be fun. Let's go to the mall!" Kurt squealed. The trio headed out to Kurt's car, animatedly talking about their plans for Halloween. Once they arrived at their destination, the blue-eyed boy dragged the two girls into the costume shop. "Ok, well, you have fabulous bone structure. You should totally do a Victorian era thing!"

"Well, what did you have in mind?" Hermione inquired, amused at her friend's passion.

"Are there any characters from that era that you really like?" Mercedes asked, pulling out various fabrics.

"Hmm, how 'bout Mrs. Lovett?" Mused the British girl out loud.

"From Sweeney Todd? That's brilliant! We can do your hair and makeup and sew you a dress. You'll look amazing!" Kurt told her as they found the right colors and paid for the fabrics.

"I want to apologize for putting you guys through all this. Particularly, Finn," the choir director muttered guiltily a couple days later.

"It's cool Mr. Schue. I'm sure the teasing will die down by the time my tenth reunion rolls around," chuckled Finn while putting his arm around Rachel.

"We can't do the musical. I was wrong. Rocky Horror isn't about pushing boundaries or making an audience accept a certain rebellious point of view. Those are my reasons for doing it and they aren't worth risking what we have here. When I was younger and they started the midnight shows of Rocky Horror, it wasn't for envelope pushers. It was for outcasts. People on the fringes who had no place left to go, but were searching for someplace, anyplace where they felt like they belonged. Sound familiar? The truth is, with that perspective, Rocky Horror is the perfect show for this club."

"Well, then why aren't we putting it on?"

"We're still going to perform Rocky Horror. We're just not doing it for an audience, we're doing it for ourselves." The group smiled and got into their costumes to prepare for their final performance of Time Warp. After they finished the show, Hermione quickly changed out of her costume and hurried home to work on her costume.

A few days later, she was decked out in her Mrs. Lovett costume, getting ready to leave for Sam's. She bid her uncle farewell, got into her car, and followed the directions to the Evans' home. After she pulled into the driveway, she carefully climbed out of her car and walked up to the front door. She knocked hesitantly and was greeted by a smiling Sam.

"Wow, you look great!" He beamed, wrapping his arms around her.

"So do you, Biebs," she giggled, taking in his appearance.

"Are you excited?" The blonde-haired boy questioned, bouncing up and down.

"More than you know," the brunette replied with a grin. Sam returned her smile with one of his own before walking over to the staircase.

"Guys, come here!" He called up the stairs. Seconds later, two children ran down the stairs. "This is Hermione. Hermione, the pirate is Stacy who's six and the ninja is Stevie who's eight."

"It's very nice to meet you two," she spoke kindly.

"I love your costume," the little blonde girl murmured with a shy smile.

"Thanks, I like yours too."

"I like the way you talk," the young boy told her, turning a light shade of pink. The British girl laughed and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Stevie, go get your mask. Stacy, go get your sword. We're leaving in five minutes!" The teenagers watched the two children run off excitedly.

"You're really good with them," Hermione informed him genuinely.

"Thanks," he answered with a blush of his own.

"Is that a guitar?" The blonde football player nodded. "Do you play?"

"Yeah, I can kinda sing too."

"Play something for me," the older girl ordered lightheartedly.

"Uh, it doesn't have to be the Monster Mash or anything like that, does it?" The wavy-haired brunette shook her head with a laugh. "Ok, well, here we go. Don't judge too hard, superstar." He started strumming the guitar and began singing John Mayer's Half of My Heart. When he finished, he was met with the sound of applause from his siblings and Hermione.

"You're really talented, Sam. You should totally join glee!"

"Oh, I dunno. I don't think I'm ready for anything like that yet," he answered bashfully.

"Ok, that's cool. I won't push you to join like Rachel probably would, but just know that you'd be a great addition to the New Directions," she said to him as they walked out of his house. The boy smiled and handed her a pillowcase.

"Ready for your first time trick-or-treating?" He was met with an enthusiastic nod. The two walked behind the children, chatting lightly until they reached the first house. They walked up and rang the doorbell, yelled "trick-or-treat!", and received their handfuls of candy. As the night came to an end, Hermione could not stop smiling.

"Thank you so much for inviting me," she muttered, hugging the taller boy. "It was so much fun. Your brother and sister are amazing kids."

"You were awesome with them. They're going to want to see you again, you know," Sam told her with a chuckle.

"I'd love that. Maybe we can put on a concert for them next time," she suggested happily. "I should get going though. We do have school tomorrow."

"Don't remind me," the boy groaned. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget your candy!" Hermione laughed while grabbing her pillowcase before waving goodbye to the Evans siblings and driving off.

"Hey, Mia, did you have fun?" Will asked his niece as she walked through the door.

"It was great! I got so much candy," she responded animatedly.

"You going to share?" He questioned, eyeing her bag greedily.

"Over my dead body!" Hermione shouted out before searching for her wand.

"Mia, that's not fair! You can't use magic to hide it," the man whined.

"Yeah, right, Will. Ever since we went to the dentist, you have had this huge sweet tooth. If I don't hide it, it'd all be gone by tomorrow!" Her uncle crossed his arms and pouted. "Fine, here's some candy from the wizarding world," the brown-eyed girl told him, throwing him a box.

"What are Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"

"You'll see, William. Enjoy!" She called out wickedly.

A/N, part II: Next chapter will be the first part of "Never Been Kissed" and you know what that means...Kurt meets Blaine!