Author Note: Well here we are again, at the start of another Glee story. I know, I know, I still have one to finish and you have my word that it will be finished! My laptop died a few weeks ago and lost the next chapter so that majorly discouraged me but my laptop's finally fixed (kind of), just in time for the fuck load of Uni work I gotta get done before the Christmas holidays. So that work is my priority at the moment, especially since I'm hoping to do my Masters next year, kinda need to get a good grade in this course first!

Anywho, this idea has probably been done before but it came to me after a particularly extensive Tumblr session a week or two ago (so really this is Tumblr's fault!) and it just would not leave me alone. Hopefully it's not been too over done and I've found a fresh perspective to write from, feel free to let me know if you agree or not! I was going to wait until I had more than four chapters written but it's been killing me not posting it for you guys (plus my better half as been annoying the crap outta me about it!) so here it is.

A massive thank you goes to my amazing beta, Becca, without whom I'd be nowhere. You rock, now stop playing bloody games and get on with your dissertation! Don't make me come up there and kick your arse! =)

Enjoy.

Warning: this story contains adult language, violence, much blood shed, possible sex and those of the homosexual persuasion. You can't say I didn't warn you!

Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing, except the huge debt I've been racking up as a student *sigh*

Chapter One

"...Okay everyone, for the last time," Will Schuester stood at the front of his last class of the day, his tie loosened and top button undone. He ran a hand through his hair before continuing on. "It's 'para' not 'parrot', okay?" He narrowed his eyes at Puck before turning back to the whiteboard.

This was his least favourite class. It contained mostly football players and Cheerios, with a sprinkling of kids who would rather be anywhere else, a dash of the ones that didn't give a damn about school, much less Spanish – mix all that together with some of the dorkiest, shyest, annoying kids and it doesn't make for a great end to Will's week.

When the bell finally sounded he heaved a sigh of relief and started yelling their homework at them as they packed up. "Read page one hundred and twenty in the textbooks, answer the questions at the end, there'll be a test on verbs next week and for anyone who didn't do last week's homework you've got that to do too." There was a collective groan and a wave of angry mumbling as the kids surged towards the door.

"What the fuck's the point of Spanish anyway? It's not like I'm ever gonna fuckin' go there!" Puck shoved his way out of the classroom quickly followed by Mike and Matt. "I know she's hot, Finn, but don't spend too long makin' out with Fabray, Coach'll have your head if you're late for practice again!"

"I'm coming, Puck, shut up!" Finn blushed and turned to help Quinn with her stuff.

"Sorry, can't stay. I've got Cheerio practice and I guarantee you, anything your coach can do to you, my coach can do better, scarier and more painfully," she grabbed her bag back, let him kiss her on the cheek and watched as he shuffled off to catch up with the other guys.

"Still don't get what you see in him, Q, he's a great galumphin' fucktard!" Santana scooped up her and Brittany's stuff and linked their pinkies together.

Quinn just looked at her.

"Fine! Come on, Sylvester'll kill us if we're not in there and warmin' up by the time she's finished blackmailin' Figgins," the three girls swept out of the room, the crowd parting for them. But not before Santana shot an insult at Will, "Glad to see you've finally decided to crack open that 'Spanish for Dummies' book I got from the Library for you, Mr. Schue, shame they didn't have a 'Teachin' for Dummies' one."

"Have a good weekend to you too, Santana!" Will sighed, dropping his face into his hands before remembering something. "Oh! Artie, can I have a word? And Kurt? Could you meet me in my office, please?"

Tina wheeled the boy up to the front of the class as Kurt nodded wearily and disappeared, Mercedes at his side.

"I-I'll wait for you b-by your locker," Tina mumbled before she too disappeared.

"Now- Uh Rachel? Is there something you wanted?" Will watched the small girl hovering just behind Artie.

"I just wanted to know if you have had a chance to bring up my idea with Principal Figgins yet. You know, the sooner we get his okay the sooner we can start rehearsing and the sooner I can become a star. I mean, I already am one, of course, but-"

"Rachel- Rachel! I'm sorry, but the school does not have the money and I do not have the time to run a Glee Club. I'm really sorry, but it's just not going to happen."

The girl's face fell. "Oh. Okay. Thanks anyway, Mr. Schue."

He watched her leave before turning back to Artie. "Umm yes, I just wanted to let you know that Principal Figgins wants to see you in his office, something to do with... Sue- uh- Coach Sylvester?"

"Thank you, Mr. Schuester, but I know. I'm actually on my way there now."

"Right. Sorry, he asked me to mention it just in case. Is everything... okay?"

The boy pushed his glasses up his nose and sent the man a tight-lipped smile. "Everything is fine. I just seem to have gotten on the wrong side of Coach Sylvester, that's all."

"Ah. I know how that goes," Will grimaced. "If you like, I can come with you and have a word-"

"No!"

Will frowned.

"I-I just mean... it's no big deal, I just want to get it out of the way so I can forget about it and look forward to summer. Thanks anyway, Mr. Schuester," Artie turned and headed out the door as fast as he could. "See you next week."

The man watched him disappear with a shake of his head. "Thank God it's Friday. I really need a drink!" He tidied his desk, turned the light off and shut the classroom door behind him.

The halls were sparsely populated now with kids packing bags, slamming lockers and chattering away at each other. Will managed to weave his way through the stragglers to his office. Kurt stood outside the door clutching his books to his chest only half listening to the black diva stood gossiping in front of him.

"Kurt," Will held his office door open for him and waited while the boy muttered a goodbye to Mercedes.

"I'll meet you in the parking lot. Laters," she strode off along the hallway, keeping her head down as a couple of Jocks ran past, late for football practice.

The girl turned the corner and kept walking, her pace quickening and her eyes scanning the hallway with every step. A minute later she stopped in front of a set of double doors. Her mouth stretched into a smile and, clutching her bag tightly to her side, she pushed the doors open. Mercedes stepped into the auditorium and was almost knocked off her feet by a small, dark shape that disappeared down the hallway at break-neck speed.

"Oh, hell no!"

Rachel yelled a 'sorry' over her shoulder but didn't stop. She had lost track of time daydreaming on the stage and now she was going to pay for it.

"Please don't have started yet. Please, please don't have started yet!" she skidded around the corner just as the girl's locker room door flew open and two wide-eyed Cheerios shot out, followed moments later by the Head Cheerio herself.

Quinn adjusted her ponytail and ran her hands down her uniform, straightening it out before heading after the other Cheerios at a brisk pace.

"If Coach Sylvester is already there and comes up with some new and painful torture because we're late, I'm going to think up my own punishment for the two of you!" she called after the two girls, smiling when they squeaked and put on a burst of speed.

Moments later she emerged from the school, past the bleachers and onto the football field. She scanned around and nodded when she saw no Sue. Movement caught her eye and she turned to see one of the football players waving at her from across the field. She rolled her eyes and waved back, muttering to herself.

"Idiot."

Finn grinned, watching the blonde walk away before stuffing his helmet on and jogging over to his team. The ball whizzed his way almost too fast to see. The boy's reflexes kicked in and he caught it without thinking, throwing it back as hard as he could over the heads of his team to a distant player.

"Come on, guys, Coach Tanaka'll be here any minute, so if we don't wanna run laps until we throw up again we need to get practice started!"

Matt ran for the ball, pushing himself until he was right under it. He snatched it out of the air and kept going, his face split into a grin behind his helmet, until someone hit him hard, tackling him to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of him and make him curse.

"No need for the bad language, Matty-boy. I thought you liked it when I played rough?"

Mike stood above him, pulling his helmet off with a laugh.

"Sorry, I was too busy mentally punching the air to see you coming," Matt took the hand offered to him, a blush creeping over his cheeks, making him glad the other boy couldn't see his face. "Thanks."

"That was a pretty great catch though- hey!" Someone shoved the Asian boy from behind causing him to land, once again, on a very red-faced Matt in a heap. "What the hell?"

Puck had scooped up the ball and launched it back at them as he jogged away backwards, "Don't be such a pussy, Chang!" He spun, locked onto his target and went in guns blazing. "How about it then? You, me, Breadstix, 8 o'clock. Dinner and a show," he flexed his biceps with a grin. "You know the Gun Show never misses!"

Santana didn't even bother to reply, she just continued stretching on the grass, Brittany opposite her. Her lip curled in disgust when he kept leering. He got the message eventually and changed tactics.

"Not up for a twosome tonight, I get it. How about a threesome then, Lopez?" He winked and licked his lips at the two girls.

"Get that thought outta your head right now, Puckerman or God help me, I'll beat it out!" The Latina snapped, getting to her feet and pulling Brittany with her. "You're a fuckin' pig. If you ever even think about tryin' it on with Britt ever again, I'll make sure you don't walk straight for a month, we clear?"

The boy held his hands up in defence, backing away.

"Come on, San, we don't need to stretch anymore, you're already hot. Let's get a drink, okay?" Brittany tugged the brunette away by her hand, smiling when she didn't let go as they crossed the field. "Just ignore him, San; you know he only does it now to be mean."

"He's such a fuckin' douchebag sometimes! What the hell is his fuckin' problem?" Santana growled, making Brittany giggle and rub her thumb over the Latina's knuckles to calm her down.

"I like when you curse, San, it's really hot," she said matter-of-factly, handing Santana her water bottle.

"Britt! What did I say about that?"

"But there's no one else around! No one can hear me from here."

"That's not the point-"

"I know, I'm sorry, San, please don't be mad!" The blonde tugged on her friend's hand, her eyes wide.

"I'm not mad, Britt-Britt, I'm sorry for snappin' at you," Santana wrapped the girl in her arms for a long moment before remembering where they were and letting her go quickly. "Just... be more careful, okay?"

"I promise. And anyway, I doubt she's going to say anything. She's not even looking at us."

Santana's head snapped up, "What? Who?"

"She's come to watch us practice, how nice of her to support us," Brittany waved up at the bleachers where the girl sat. The Latina grabbed her arm to stop her but when they looked back there was no one there.

Rachel landed with a soft thud. She straightened up, dusting off her hands and peering through the gaps in the stands as the two Cheerios rejoined the rest of their team.

She let out the breath she'd been holding, "That was close. What the-" she stumbled as someone pushed past her, making her land in the dirt with a curse.

Tina kept going, flicking her cigarette butt away as she pushed the door to the school open. She glanced back at the bleachers, hesitating for a second as the sound of angry muttering reached her. Shrugging, she headed inside.

The place was deserted now. The Asian girl smiled; striding down the middle of the hallway, humming quietly to herself. She stopped on the stairs outside the Principal's office, perching on a step as she watched the scene inside.

Artie sat in his chair, hands folded in his lap, eyes glued to the ground as Sue Sylvester gestured to him, her face twisted into the usual snarl that accompanied her yelling. The woman brandished her finger at Principal Figgins sat behind his desk before turning on the boy again. She came slamming out a minute later, making Tina jump.

"Mark my words, Not-So-Special-Olympics! You have not heard the last from Sue Sylvester! I will have justice if I have to dress up in a ridiculously tight spandex outfit and get it myself!" the woman stormed off down the hallway bellowing as she went. "I will make you regret ever crossing me like you have never regretted anything before in your life!"

Sue punched lockers, ripped posters off walls and roared all the way across the school until she was out of breath, then she just stalked down the hallways. She rounded a corner and was greeted by the sight of a door flying open and a figure rushing out.

"You're as bad as the rest of them! Always labelling me, always thinking you know me! But you don't. What goes on in my life is none of your business so I'd thank you to keep your comments to yourself!" Kurt hurried away down the hall past Sue, his bag slung over his shoulder, dashing the tears from his eyes before they could fall.

"Wait! Kurt, I'm sorry! I never meant..." Will stood in the doorway and hung his head as the boy disappeared from sight. "Fuck."

Sue stalked closer, stopping in front of him. She narrowed her eyes. "This is your fault. I'm not sure how yet but I know it is. It's always your fault and once I find out how you're involved, I'll make sure you, and your four-wheeled loser sidekick, pay."

The woman turned and strode off in the opposite direction leaving Will to massage his temples and seriously reconsider his career path.

AN: Lemmie know what you guys thought, I always try my best to get back to you cos I love getting reviews, they make my week.

Peace Out.