A/N: Hey guys! So this is a new thing that I've just started... I don't know whether I'm gonna carry it on or not, I probably will but it being an AU... I wanna see the reception it gets before I write any more (:
To all those of you who read my 2 other ongoing stories: Secrets and Changes and The One That Got Away, I promise you I am writing both new chapters. I have a math exam in two days so I'm a biiiig bit behind :P
So please enjoy, review if possible and story alert
A pretty southern blonde by the name of Quinn Fabray took a deep breath and smoothed down her red tartan dress before taking her first step into her new school, William McKinley High. Her mum Judy had just left her dad about a month ago after she found out he'd been sleeping with a prostitute. This had torn the family in half, Quinn siding with Judy but her younger sister Fran didn't want there to be anymore fighting. So Quinn moved with Judy to dreary Ohio, as that was the only place she could find suitable work and housing but damn it was cold. Down south in Texas it was a darn sight warmer than Ohio, and it hadn't stopped raining here since they'd moved in. The school was only a short walk from her new house but still, her dress was soaked through and her ballet shoes were squelching as she walked. The school looked nice enough; the outside was painted red which Quinn highly approved of. As she edged her way through the swarm of students to the principal's office, a tall Latina caught her eye. Or rather, the Latina's ostrich eggs caught her eye. She furiously shook her head, getting rid of any wrong images. This was why she was so willing to leave Texas, the rumours, the hate and the bullying. Someone through fruit at her once, her 'friend' didn't even help her clean up, she just walked off in the other direction. A short brunette was with the Latina who Quinn later found was called Santana, looking hurt and upset by some crude remarks thrown by the other girl. The blonde bit her lip at this, scared to intervene as she didn't want to get a bad reputation so early on. But she knew what it was like, being picked on. So she made a detour in front of the small brunette's locker. Santana and her blonde friend had gone, laughing their way up the corridor leaving the other girl behind and trying to hide the tear that was falling from her deep brown eye.
"Hey," Quinn said softly and a little awkwardly as she had no idea who this girl was and she felt kind of rude. She was standing about a foot away and shuffled her feet, the other girl took so long to reply she thought she hadn't heard her.
The mystery brunette turned to face her with a tear-stained face, "are you gonna make fun of me too?"
"No, why would I do that?" Quinn asked with concern, her eyes soft, enquiring and full of only empathy.
"Because that's what everyone else does," deadpanned the tiny girl before slamming her locker and storming to class, leaving Quinn standing alone, a little shocked at her response. It was understandable though that she would be timid so the blonde wasn't offended, just watched after the brunette with sad eyes then trailing to the principal's office to get her timetable.
"Hey, do you need some help?" asked some random boy, a smile on his face that looked like he had trapped wind.
"Um, no," stammered Quinn nervously, she absolutely needed help as she had no idea where room C21 was but she sure as hell wasn't gonna receive help from Pillsbury dough boy.
"Really? 'Cause from here, you look like you do," he almost chuckled and she didn't know whether to be offended or not. Did he just say she looks stupid and unable to find her way around a stupid school?
"No, I most definitely do not need help thank you," she stated emotionlessly, walking purposely down a random corridor and hoping it would lead to her English class.
"C21's this way," he pointed in the opposite direction as she clenched her jaw in annoyance.
"How did you know where I was going?" she was seriously considering punching him in the balls right now. He had been kind to her, granted but something about his face just made her want to mess it up. See him cry. Well, maybe that was a bit harsh.
"I looked over your shoulder just now, it's not rocket science ...your name is?"
"You missed a please out." She rolled her eyes at his lack of manners. Who does he think he is?
"Your accent is adorable," he smirked, but when all he received back was a glare, he asked in a southern drawl, "What is your name please m'lady?"
Quinn bit her lip to stifle a chuckle, "You really should never try and do that again, and it's Quinn by the way."
"Well I'm Finn, nice to meet you," he grinned, "Hey, our names rhyme!"
The blonde rolled her eyes before plastering on a fake smile, this guy really was so dumb.
English class was such a bore; Shakespearian language was not the blonde's forte, to put it lightly. Also, Finn was next to her and he kept trying to talk to her and say some absolute drivel which only half made sense and had no relevance to anything whatsoever. He even invited her for lunch, she was about to politely tell him to fuck off using her southern hospitality but then realised that eating with him would be better than eating alone.
The food there though was awful; it was all tots and gravy whatever the hell tots are. They were so greasy and horrible and how can anyone eat that? Apparently this quite chunky black girl could, she swallowed them without chewing so she had more time to eat more tots. Quinn felt sick just watching her. The blonde just had the gravy, no tots and nothing else. Just gravy. Because gravy is like life but better.
After they'd got their food, Finn led her over to a table with about eight other people on, including the tots' girl and the mystery brunette. Quinn smiled when she saw her, glad to know that she might get the chance to find out her name. She looked like a nice girl, not too much of a um... slag.
"Who's the new girl?" asked a guy with eyebrows bushier than Robert Pattinson's and Daniel Radcliffe's put together. You could sleep in those things at winter if you got cold.
"This is Quinn," announced Finn proudly, like I wasn't capable of saying my own name. Everything he did just aggravated me so much. But I didn't wanna make a scene in front of all these people and then end up with no friends so I smiled and waved bashfully.
"Oh. My. God. Where did you get that dress?" squealed a boy with dark hair, so gay it almost hurt to look at him. Quinn grinned, she liked this guy.
"Oh, this old thing? I got it from a vintage shop in Texas," she smiled as he ran around to her side of the table and they began an exciting conversation about fashion. Well, it was exciting of course, until Finn tried to join in.
"So, Alexander McQueen. I've heard he's pretty awesome," Finn grinned, happy to know he knew one name in the fashion world.
"He's dead," stated both Quinn and Kurt simultaneously then squealed and started talking about the royal wedding, leaving Finn to finish his lunch alone.
After the two instant best friends had been prised apart, a pretty Asian named Tina shyly suggested that Quinn should accompany them to Glee Club to which the blonde tried to get out of as she was painfully modest about her singing voice. Then the brunette said something for the first time this whole lunch.
"Yeah Quinn, you should come! You'd make a great asset to the team even if you can't sing; we still need people to sway in the background. I know not everyone can be born as talented as me."
Everyone rolled their eyes and groaned as the girl was talking which Quinn found odd and she later quizzed Finn about this in Math class.
"Rachel never stops talking, she's such a control freak and thinks she's so much better than everyone else, which obviously upsets some people," he shrugged like this was just common knowledge but Quinn's mind lingered on the first word he said. Rachel; that was such a nice name and for some reason really suited the tiny girl with the beautiful but sad eyes.
"But she doesn't talk a lot, she didn't talk hardly at all this lunch," the curious blonde frowned, creases appearing on her forehead. She was still wondering why she cared so much about this girl, she had barely spoken to her before yet since that morning Rachel hadn't left her mind.
"She's just had her tonsils out and the more she talks then the more time it will take to heal, and Rachel being Rachel wants to be able to sing again as soon as possible," he explained, Quinn was about to enquire further but their teacher glared at the two of them so she hurriedly completed her work.
"I'd like to preserve you. In a jar. In my basement," insulted the black girl, Mercedes to Rachel while Quinn sat there observing them and feeling overly protective of the brunette but not standing up for her because that would be weird and clingy and Rachel would think she was a crazy stalker person. 'But wait,' she thought, 'since when did I start caring about what she thinks of me?'. She was pulled from her thoughts by the Latina with the boobs and her friend casually flopping themselves down on the chairs, almost ten minutes late. This was Glee Club, why were two bitchy cheerleaders here?
"Santana, Brittany why are you so late?" asked Mr. Schu, clearly annoyed by the lack of respect.
"Puckerman wanted something," said boobs. I mean Santana.
"I'm here," said a handsome and cheeky looking boy with a Mohawk.
"Where were you?" asked sir again, glaring at the two girls.
"Santana took me to an empty classroom," said the blonde without a trace of acknowledgement of what she had just said. Boobs went pink and her eyes widened and everyone else in the room just looked elsewhere awkwardly. Quinn looked around in shock, Santana was gay? And the other girl, Brittany? No one seemed to harass them. In fact, they were the cool popular girls at this school. Maybe if Quinn could just make friends with them...
Mr. Schuster turned to the whiteboard and scrawled something in illegible handwriting, "Rhythm and blues," he said in a freaky pervert voice, doing a freaky little groove while everyone tried not to laugh.
"Mr. Schuster do you even know what R&B is?" asked Santana, her eyebrows raised and apparently her cockiness had returned after the embarrassment of her gay showing.
"Don't use slang Santana, and of course. Things like The Beatles, Seal-"
"Omg Mr. Schu. They are like old. What about Beyonce?"
"Who?"
The entire class rolled their eyes and Mercedes actually almost growled at him, "I would be happy to introduce you to her music Mr. Schu."
"And me!" exclaimed Santana, and hurriedly discussed song selection before Santana yelled 'Hit it!'
Turn the lights on Every night I rush to my bed Clouds filled with stars cover your skies You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare I mention you when I say my prayers I wish that when I wake up you're there
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true
(Turn the lights on)
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you're my temporary high
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side
The rest of the club erupted into applause, all jumping onto the beaming girls after the stunning performance while Quinn sat awkwardly and alone in her seat feeling a little uncomfortable before Finn spotted her and pulled her into the friendly huddle. Quinn looked at them all in amazement, how could a group of people so different, all come together so close like this? She smiled as Rachel made eye contact with her before blushing and looking away. Now here was somewhere that Quinn Fabray could be home.
A/N: So did you like it?
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