Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Glee or any of the characters on it, I just get to play with them occasionally. However. Angel is mine and if anyone tries to take her I will get very angry. I also claim no ownership to any of the songs in this chapter they belong to Michael Buble and Kelly Clarkson respectively.

Mike Chang walked into the dance studio on the upper level of William McKinley. The cheerios used the studio on rainy days and during the winter, but on warm fall days like this it was completely empty.

Except for him and Angel that is.

He smiled at the small, dark haired girl who was sitting on the floor stretching out her legs, "Hey Mikey," she said before leaning forward and wrapping her hands around her foot, pressing her face into her knee.

Mikey had to hold in the low whistle that almost escaped his lips as he watched his overly flexible friend.

Angel and her older brother had transferred to William McKinley from a school in New York City during the spring semester of his sophomore year. He wasn't sure why her family would move from the big city to Lima, Ohio, but he always got the vibe that she didn't really want to talk about it so he didn't question it.

He had met Angel a few days after the semester had started when he snuck into the dance studio to practice some of his dance moves and she had already been in there.

They had originally bonded over their love for dancing although their styles were very different. Angel had taken years of dance and she was trained in ballet, tap, and jazz. But she had rhythm and it hadn't been too long before she had begun to pick up on some of Mike's hip hop moves.

Mike had been very impressed and they had started teaching each other different moves and helping each other perfect their techniques. And it wasn't long before they weren't just dancing together. You could say that they were friends, as long as they didn't really talk about Angel's life outside of school.

"So what are you teaching me today, Ang?" Mike asked as he walked forward and held up his hand to help pull the girl off the floor.

"You know I hate when you call me that," she said with a fake glare as he pulled her up and she landed gracefully on her feet.

"And I hate Mikey," he said with a smirk, "But that doesn't stop you."

Angel stuck her tongue out at him before walking toward the CD player, "Salsa could be fun," she said, ignoring his comment and bending over to select the song she wanted on her mixed CD.

This time Mike could not hold in his appreciative whistle as he stared at Angel's butt. He started blushing when she turned around and caught him staring at her, "Anything you'd like to share with the class, Chang?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mike laughed, "Just appreciating the view, Harris."

And it really was a nice view. Angel was small, almost painfully so, with heels on she stood at a little taller than five feet tall. She had long, almost waist length dark brown hair and bright blue eyes with a spattering of freckles across her tan face. Her body was tight – she had muscles in all the right places and the flattest stomach Mike had ever seen on a girl. But there was something about her that always seemed quiet, sad even. She seemed breakable.

And that was one of the main reasons that Mike had never made a move on Angel. Not that he would really be called a heart breaker, but after a semester of getting to know the girl he knew that it would kill him if he hurt her.

That was also the reason that he had never really introduced her to any of his friends. The guys on the football team were great, but most of them were jerks and pigs and there was no way that he wanted one of them to get anywhere near his small friend.

Angel snapped her fingers in front of his face, "Well stop staring, it's time to dance," she said sternly as the music started.

"Who's this?" Mike asked as he began to sort of recognize the song that was playing from the corner of the room.

"Michael Buble," Angel said as she gracefully stepped into his arms and they began dancing, "You've been practicing," she said with a soft smile when she realized that Mike's form wasn't as sloppy as usual.

"Thank you for noticing," Mike said with a smile as he dipped Angel back so that her head almost touched the floor.

"Still not as good as me," Angel smirked as she straightened out her leg from her dipped position.

"Just don't kick me," Mike pleaded when he realized that the heel of her shoe was dangerously close to his ear.

"I won't, at least not on purpose," Angel giggled as he pulled her out of the dip.

She dropped down to the ground and extended one of her legs between his open ones before pulling it back under her body and allowing him to spin her back up into a standing position, "You're kind of amazing," he whispered, admiring her dancing skills.

"Thank you," Angel said with a soft smile, allowing Mike to pull her closer to his body as the chorus of the song started for the second time.

"Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me," she sang softly with the song.

"And you're not a bad singer," Mike added as the song ended.

"You think so?" Angel asked, the usual cockiness and confidence gone from her voice.

"Angel, if there's one thing you know about me you know that I don't lie, right?" Mike asked, looking at her with a serious look on his face.

Angel smiled, the confidence entering her tone again when she began speaking, "Well of course you glee kids aren't the only ones in this school with musical talent, it's stupid of you guys to think that."

Mike smiled, "Angel I have an idea!"

She shook her head, she could see the wheels turning in his head already, she knew where this was going, "I'm not going to become a gleek," she said with a scowl.

"We could really use your voice," Mike pleaded, "Plus with some choreography from you we might finally be able to get away from all of the cheesy moves Berry has us doing."

"But don't you guys need an even number of boys and girls?" Angel asked, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, "I would be the odd woman out if I auditioned.

Mike frowned, she was right about that, "Fine," he agreed, "but can you promise me something?" he asked, pleading with his eyes.

"What?" Angel sighed, knowing that she couldn't say no to her friend even if her life depended on it, he was her only friend in Lima after all.

"If a guy auditions and makes it you'll audition as his female counterpart?" Mike asked, smiling when he saw the resigned look on Angel's face.

"Fine," she said, shaking her head at Mike, "But I've got to go now, Brad's probably done with soccer practice and he gets angry when I keep him waiting too long."

Mike nodded and watched as his friend grabbed her bag and started to run from the room, "Hey Angel?" he called before she got out of earshot.

"Hey what?" she called back although she didn't come back into the dance studio.

"I'm holding you to that promise!" Mike yelled after her.

"Fuck you, Chang!" was her response.

Mike laughed and shook his head as he grabbed his bag and followed her out of the dance studio, now he just needed to find someone who had a decent singing voice and would be willing to knock their popularity down a few notches and joining glee club.

- - - - - - - -

"You're late," Angel's brother Brad growled as she ran toward his jeep.

"I'm sorry, I was… meeting with one of my teachers," Angel said, quickly making up a lie about where she had been.

"Just get in the jeep," Brad muttered, not really caring where his little sister had been, "We need to get home soon; Mom's picking us up and forcing us to go to dinner, remember? You know how upset she gets when we're running late."

"I hate how she's trying to force her way into our lives," Angel muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, "She was fine not being a part of them for the last fifteen years, why now? Why does she need to be a part of our lives now?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because we're closer now, Einstein," Brad said, rolling his eyes and pealing out of the parking lot.

"She could have stayed in New York," Angel pointed out, "She'd have better job opportunities there than here in Ohio."

"Dad was driving her crazy."

"It's a big city."

"And everyone would have looked down on her for abandoning her children like she did. It was easier for her to just start over in a new place."

"Whatever," Angel pouted as Brad slowed the jeep down to stop at a red light, "And you know what the worst part is?" she asked.

"No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me," Brad said, rolling his eyes and turning to glance at his younger sister.

"You defend her!" Angel yelled, throwing her hands up in the air, "You act like she wasn't a horrible mother. News flash: she left you too!"

"Yeah, but I guess I've begun to understand," Brad said with a shrug.

"Understand what?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow, "That she never loved you like you thought?"

"No," Brad said shaking his head, "I began to understand that first of all, her leaving was not my fault. And I guess I even understand why she left."

"You… you understand why she abandoned us?" Angel managed to sputter out.

"She felt trapped," Brad said with a shrug, speeding into their neighborhood, trying to beat their mother to their dad's house.

"She felt trapped so she decided to abandon her two young children?" Angel asked, making it clear by the sound of her voice that she did not think that behavior like that was excusable.

"Think about it," Brad pleaded, trying to get his sister to sympathize with their mother a bit, "Dad was almost thirty and she was eighteen when she had me. She was nowhere ready to be a mother and then you came along and she could see all of her life dreams disappearing. She left for her."

"And how was I supposed to feel when I was two and my mother never came home from work that day?" Angel asked, finally allowing her brother to see the pained tears shining in her eyes.

"You seem to forget what you yelled at me earlier," Brad pointed out, pulling into the drive way, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of the fact that they had beat their mother, a woman who was always fifteen minutes early for everything, "She left me that day too."

"Maybe you should remember that next time you try to defend her," Angel snapped, climbing out of jeep and heading into the house.

"Don't forget to dress up!" Brad called after her.

"Whatever!" was the only response he got as Angel slammed the front door behind her and in his face.

- - - - - - - -

Finding someone to try to audition for Glee club was easier than Mike had thought it would be. The next afternoon he mentioned it at football practice and more than half of the guys on the team jumped at the idea when they found out that Angel Harris was involved.

"How do you guys know Angel?" Mike asked, curiously, they all seemed to know who she was.

"I don't really know her," one of them said, scratching the back of his neck, "But I've seen her around in the hallways, that girl has one tight body."

"Don't I know it," one of the other guys chimed in.

The rest of them nodded their agreement.

Mike suddenly wondered if he had made the right decision, asking these guys to audition, they seemed to be into the plan for all the reasons. And he wasn't really sure if he liked the way they were talking about his friend's body.

But it was too late, he'd already put the idea in their heads. Besides, what were the chances that any of them would have a decent voice?

One of them did, another junior named Ryan, he was the new kicker after Kurt had quit the team. Mike had actually been surprised when he heard him sing and Mr. Shuester had happily accepted him on the spot, "We just need to find another girl," Will said with a smile.

"I have an idea," Mike said, raising his hand in the air, "My friend Angel has a really great voice and she knows how to move too."

"Do you think she'll audition?" Will asked.

"She has to," Mike said with a shrug as he walked toward the door of the classroom, "She promised she would."

He opened the door and reached his hand out into the hallway, pulling a small girl through the door to face the rest of the glee kids, "Guys, this is my friend Angel."

Angel nodded at all of the kids staring at her, "Hi, I umm, don't really know how to do this," she said with a small smile.

Will gave her an encouraging smile, "Just sing, any song you want, try to pick one that shows your vocal range."

Mike gave Angel's hand an encouraging squeeze before walking back to his seat. "Just start singing? Acapella?" Angel asked.

Will nodded and glanced at Mike with his eyebrows raised, wondering if this girl really was as good as Mike had said, she seemed too shy to have much potential. But then she opened her mouth.

"Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even without fists held high, yeah
Never would have worked out right, yeah
We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you now
I can't stop

I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone" she sang while staring at the floor.

"I'm going to stop you right there," Rachel Berry said loudly, standing up and walking to stand in front of the girl.

This move was met by many eye rolls from the other glee members.

"I want to be the first one to welcome you to New Directions," Rachel said to Angel, extending her hand to shake the shorter girl's, "You do have an amazing voice, and I am sure that I speak for everyone when I say that you would be a great addition to our group."

Angel glanced at Will wondering if he agreed with Rachel, he nodded at her with a smile and began to applaud. "Way to go Angel!" Mike called from his seat.

"Thank you," Angel said with a smile and a nod to all of the other members.

But Rachel wasn't done yet, this time she addressed the older members of New Directions, "I for one know that with Angel in the group I will have to work harder to ensure that I remain the female lead. I relish in this challenge because one always needs a challenge to ensure that your skills stay honed."

Angel walked toward Mike who eagerly wrapped his arms around his friend's thin torso, "Does she always talk like that?" she whispered.

"Pretty much, yeah," Mike responded with a chuckle.

"Good to know," Angel said as Will ended the practice for the day and allowed the glee club members to leave.

Angel waved goodbye to Mike and headed out to the parking lot but stopped when one of the kids from glee caught up with her, "So is your name really Angel?" he asked.

Angel nodded, "Short for Angela, but I absolutely hate that name. Yours?" she asked.

"Puck, or Puckerman," Puck said, holding out his hand.

Angel shook his hand back and smiled, "You don't really seem like the type to be in Glee Club," she observed as they continued walking down the hallway.

"And what type do I seem to be?" Puck asked, raising his eyebrow.

Angel shrugged, "The football player type. I don't know, someone who's too busy chasing tail to care about something as dorky as glee."

"You've got most of that right, but glee is part of the chasing tail thing," Puck admitted, surprised at how honest he was being with this girl.

"Ah," she said with a giggle, "You joined for a girl?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't want me," Puck said, shaking his head and thinking about Quinn with a frown.

"So you stayed… why?" Angel asked as they opened the doors to the school.

"I kind of like being in Glee," Puck admitted quietly, "But don't you dare tell anyone," he growled playfully.

"Your secret's safe with me," Angel giggled, amazed at how much fun she was having with this complete stranger, maybe they could even be friends, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Puck, we should hang out some time. I'll see you tomorrow."

She started to walk away, but Puck reached out and grabbed her hand, spinning her around to face him again, "How about we go back to my place?" he asked, "My mom won't be home for a while and we could have some fun."

"Fun?" Angel asked, raising an eyebrow and taking back her thought about being friends with Puck, it was obvious that he was just being nice to her for her body, just like every other boy in her life.

"Yeah, I could really show you heaven, Angel," Puck said with a smirk.

Angel shook her head, "That was a really lame line, and I'm pretty sure that you are overly confident in your abilities," she said before turning around and running for her brother's jeep without looking back.

Puck shook his head with a smirk, he was going to get that girl, he decided as he walked toward his truck, even if it killed him.

Author's Note: Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter enough to come back for a second go later! If you really liked it please take the time to review it, if you could be so kind! Thank you very much! Next chapter should be up soonish... it all really depends on how you guys react to it.
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