Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, none of the songs mentioned, or the tv show, nothing is mine.

A/N: Some of the characters are OOC, and sorry for that but I believe the events in this story would change people and picture some instances and people differently. Also there is no slushying in the school, I believe most schools wouldn't tolerate it, but there will be some bullying.

Chapter One:

The first time it happened, I'd told my fathers of it, that dad's beloved sister would die in a car crash, they thought I was joking. She was visiting us for a weekend in Columbia to shop and as she hugged me I saw it. I knew what was coming when I rode with her to the grocery store to get snacks, begged my fathers not to let us go but we did and as we passed the red car that starts it all I gave my aunt a bittersweet smile and told her I loved her, she smiled at me in the mirror.

I heard the screech and knew what was coming, opened my mouth to warn my aunt like I did the first few times with my fathers and her, but I was too late. The motorcycle smashed into the driver side door as it swerved to miss the red car of a mom who had ran the red light trying to calm her young child. I heard the crunch of metal and felt more than saw the glass airbags deployed and then all I saw was white before I turned to my aunt, blood was pouring out of her head, her eyes were closed and the smile she had given me was still on her face. She never saw the bike coming, never saw her demise coming, but I did.

I was brought out of my memory as Tina sat down next to me, I had debated telling Tina of my visions as we became best friends but learned from past mistakes that nothing good comes from a secret revealed. We shared a small smile as we worked on our Spanish, Mr. Schuester, the current Spanish teacher, who is okay but not great is discussion preterite forms. "Clase, what does comiste mean in English?"

I let out a roll of my eyes as he said two words in Spanish, it might help if he spoke fluent sentences in Spanish. He looked around a bit before his eyes fell on me, "Rachel, could you tell us the meaning of comiste?"

"Comer is to eat, comiste is the preterite tu form of comer." I answer this with a sullen face hating the attention I get when teachers call on me, due to the fact that half the class turns to hear me speak, most surprised by my voice as I don't speak much, having learned that when you speak things can be taken out of hand and words have consequences.

He beams at me, "Thank you Rachel," as he turns to write another word on the board the intercom calls for him to report to Principal Figgins office as Sue Sylvester, cheerleading coach from hell, or so I've heard, walks in. She gives a smirk as he frowns before apologizing and leaving.

"Alright you bunch of ingrates grab a book and read through it, cheerios come to the front desk to discuss the new routine, I don't plan on teaching you all a language I don't know." Everyone groans and whines before grabbing a thick Spanish 2 transition to Spanish 3 book, a paper flies towards my desk and lands lightly on my book.

I sigh before opening it, "The mute speaks! The world is ending, everyone's gonna die!" was barely legible across. I visible flinch at the mention of death before I roll my eyes and got up to throw it away, watching as the boys on the far let laugh. Finn, a giant of a boy and quarterback of the football team gives me an apologetic smile. I'd seen his death once accidentally. It happened when I slipped on a puddle of water after school, as he prevented my fall, my forearm and his hand touched for all of 10 seconds before he thought I was balanced enough and asked if I was alright.

It had taken me a moment to get out of my haze before I'd smiled and thanked him, he walked me to my car stating he didn't want me to fall again, that his mother 'raised him to be a gentleman, as old as it sounded'. I knew his mother raised him right when I saw his death. He dies at 4:32 a.m. on May 5, by gunfire. Bullets rip into his shoulders and torso, blood bursts out of his body through new holes, only a grunt of pain as he saved his squad mate, Karofsky, who was shot in the leg. He is in Afghanistan, he will be twenty-six the day he dies, nine years from now Finn Hudson's heart will stop beating.

I smiled at him, letting him know it was fine. We'd become friends after the puddle incident, he'd told me his dreams of going to the army like his father was before him, but his grades were lacking and his mother forbade him to join unless he got his grades up. So I helped tutor him per his request. I knew I could never change the future, one way or another he would join the army and he would die. Death will always be there haunting even the happiest moments. Death was inevitable.

His grades went up and soon teachers were double checking his paper, watching him like a hawk and finally when they realized he wasn't cheating they asked him what changed. He told them about me and teachers offered me community service hours and extra credit to tutor kids at our school, they spoke to my fathers about it and my fathers thought it would help so they said I would do it.

Class was almost over as the cheerios finished going over their new routine, half the students were finishing homework for other classes, some were having a game of trash can basketball, but everyone was quiet as Sue had yelled at them twice for the noise level. The bell rang and everyone rushed to get to lunch. Finn waited for me along with Tina, Tina had accepted mine and Finn's friendship easily, she even helps him with his homework when I can't.

He begs us to explain a math problems to him and I see Tina get this mischievous glint in her eye, "So I'm Asian and you immediately assume I know math, Finn Hudson I didn't think you were that pigheaded and racist." I smirk slightly at the look of utter horror and fear on Finn's face.

"N-no, Tina, I didn't mean it that way, it's just that you guys are way smarter than me an-and I don't get this. I'm not racist, wait what's racist mean?" Finn is a very naive boy, he doesn't get things sometimes.

Tina is laughing her quiet giggle before she speaks, "I was only kidding Finn, it was a joke, and of course we'll help you with your homework. And racist is when someone believes that one race is superior to others, like thinking that Caucasian white people Finn," She explains to him as she sees his confused look, "are better than Asian or that African Americans are better than Latin people." He visible calms after she says he was kidding, he hates the thought of anyone being mad at him.

He lets out an 'oh' at the explanation, then a 'thank you'. We walked towards the cafeteria in comfortable silence before Finn begins to hum a song. Tina starts to hum softly next to him, their hums mingling softly together creating a wonderful harmony. Finn nudges me, and I shove on his ribs with my shoulder, but he grins looks at Tina and they begin to hum louder, both of them nudging me trying to get me to hum along.

When I finally do Finn's grin almost breaks his face before he starts to sing the song we were just humming, the halls are empty, causing his confidence to rise along with his voice. "I'm not the one who's lost with no direction oh, but you won't ever see, you're so busy making maps, with my name on them in all caps. You got the talkin' down, just not the listening. And who cares if you disagree." He stops singing as we come up to the cafeteria door, he hold them open to us, his grin still on his face, and we walk in, I stand in line with them as they get their trays, Finn's is stuffed full of food but I am happy to see vegetables on there instead of dessert.

Finn had been working on his endurance so he could be ready for the army, he began to eat healthier. He sat with us randomly and sometimes he sat with the other football players, today he sat with us. We were an odd group, somehow Finn made our table a little brighter, could be the fact that he is a goofball and could make anyone laugh at his odd comments and honest confusion.

We were discussing random topics when it happened, Mike Chang, fast on the football field and ability to move with a grace only a dancer possesses. Finn smiled at him as Tina and I looked on in confusion, Finn looked between us before it dawned on him. "Oh, Tina, Rachel, this is my friend Mike, we play Call of Duty together, he's good." I smiled at Mike before he reached his hand out for us to shake.

"Hi," He lets a grin slid across his face as he shakes Tina's then he shakes mine which I reluctantly give up to his much bigger hand. He has an honest grin and kind eyes, "You guys don't mind if I sit here do you?" As Tina and I shake our heads, his smile grows then he begins to eat.

As the awkwardness disappears thanks to Finn pulling all of us into the conversation, I find myself relaxing and feel Tina relax as her anxious stuttering stops. We discuss many thing from Mike's love of dancing which he reluctantly mentions when Tina's questions his foot tapping, to Tina's love of vampire novels due to having a vampire marathon at the age of 8 with her aunt, she loves all vampire movies. We soon got to the topic of my tutoring as I passed Finn some kiwi slices from my lunchbox, Mike looks incredulous as Finn picks all the seeds out, a hard task for a kiwi.

Tina smiles as she takes an already deseeded kiwi from Finn's tray before he eats one himself, tossing a few seeds at Tina for taking one of his kiwi slices. "So as I was saying, you're tutoring people now right?" He asks softly and gently.

"Yeah, teachers found out about my tutoring Finn," I am interrupted by a 'she's awesome at tutoring, my mom and teachers were shocked by my grades.' He lets out a guilty smile and 'sorry' for interrupting. Both Mike and I smile at him before continuing.

"And they asked me to tutor others, I tutor a girl after Lunch during my study hour starting this week. I haven't figured out who though, why?" I ask Mike as Tina and Finn begin to discuss why vampires in Twilight didn't burn, Finn said he'd watched enough movies and read actual books on vampire and didn't get why they didn't burn.

"Because I tutor during sixth hour, figured we could help eachother out but you have fifth hour study. I can still help you out if needed, they have an assigned study room and you'll be the only people in there so its easier to tutor." He explains before we watch Finn's face turn to confusion.

"Vegetarian but they drink animal blood, how's that vegetarian? Rachel, vegetarian is when you don't eat animals right?" He looks honestly confused as the bell rings and I nod my head yes before Tina tells him she'll finish explaining it to him later.

Mike walks me to the study room before bidding me goodbye. I sit down in a seat and wait for the girl to walk in, I hear two sets of feet before the door opens, a math teacher tells Brittany this is her new study hour and she needs to come here everyday. The teacher hands me some paperwork before leaving us alone.

I spot the cheerios uniform, before asking for the tall blonds name. "Brittany, I don't understand why i'm here, I usually go to coaches office to practice but they sent me here." She shifts before she asks, "You're not gonna drink my blood right, cuz people say Tina's a vampire and you hang out with her, so you have to be one too."

"No Brittany, we aren't vampire, and i'm here to help you with your classes and homework." She smiles before sitting down, I notice she taps her feet to an unknown beat like Mike, her movements are fluid and sure. I look over at her papers as she shifts, as I look over them I realize most of them are blank or almost blank with her name across the top in precise lettering. The math problems are scrawled out neatly, most of the solving starts off right, before stopping halfway through the second or first step of solving. My head begins to evaluation the half scrawled work and almost empty paper work. Everything starts off great, and right then just stops.

"Brittany, i'm going to ask you to solve a problem for me okay?" She smile confused before nodding, I believe she understands everything at first but the teacher begins moving to fast and loses Brittany. I choose a completed problem from the worksheet and she does it right without any mistakes. I tell her its right and she lets out a happy shocked squeal.

I begin to delve into explaining math to her, catching her up on everything that she had missed the first 3 months of junior year. She catches on quickly as long as you explain it. Soon the 45 minutes are up and she is caught up through almost all three months worth of problems, I've only had to explain the problems once before she got it. It was shocking because the teacher had put a note in the folder explaining that she thought Brittany didn't care enough to pay attention in class.

I couldn't wait to see her face when Brittany passed the next test, "Brittany, you're almost caught up, and I would like to know if you want me to help you after cheerios practice so you are caught up in all your classes." She looks at me shyly

"You actually want to help me, most people stop after the first time, I didn't annoy you at all?" She has a sad look on her face as she questions me. It breaks my heart as I think of why someone would stop helping her, I mean she has some quirky traits, like doodling cats on her paper, but they never distracted her from the work. She also has to focus more on word problems and will tune you out as she reads them, she only gets more frustrated as you speak while she tries to read. She also has the habit of humming very loudly and miny dancing in her seat along with intricate foot tapping. Which would probably annoy the most patient teacher but it what makes this unique girl herself and I can't find it in my heart to dislike that.

"Yeah, I don't think the teachers understand how to help you but I think I might, would you like me to help?" She nods vigorously before bouncing up to pull me into a hug, I flinch as I pray all my skin is covered. She looks at me confused and heartbroken at my flinching before I find it in myself to lightly hug her back, barely even touching her but she beams before thanking me.

I gather up all of my stuff as she places hers in her bag based on color, it is in the orders of the rainbow, which makes me smile before Brittany thanks me again before heading to her history class, the teacher had given me her schedule to let me know what classes she was taking, which is kind of creepy for the teacher to do.

I make it to English class, sitting down and pulling out my notebook, I know she is having us do notes of the stages in a story. Finn sits down next to me and everyone begins taking notes, it is dead silent except for the movement of pencils against paper. Finn is furiously writing notes then stops to listen to the teacher before she moves on quickly. I know I will be giving him my notes at the end of class for him to neatly copy during his study hour. I make notes in the margin for Finn to read as he writes the notes so he will understand what the teacher is discussing.

Class continues until there are ten minutes left in class, everyone groans in relief as we finish writing notes. She gives us pages to read out of the textbook for tomorrow, Mrs. Lite is one of the strictest teacher in this school. I realize Brittany has the same teacher and the she must be lost in here to.

As we finish reading and the bell rings I give my notebook to Finn, before we split ways. I head to Biology, I sit down at one of the lab table shuddering as I remember dissecting a squid. I am vegan and loath hurting or killing anything. The therapists have said my veganism is an effect of my hallucination and fear of dying. They said my fear of dying projected into my brain after the car crash with my aunt.

They told my fathers I'd made up stories because of my fear and projected it into my everyday life, and the panic attacks which always caused by touching someone could be fixed with medicine and so could my hallucinations. My fear of dying caused a fear of things dying around me, which included animals, hence my aversion to animal products. That's only half truths, I don't wish for any cause of harm to come to anything living but I also have a fear of touching something dead, including meat, I'd never touched meat after my visions, because of an incident that happened when I had touched my great-grandma's hand at her funeral.

I believed that since she had died I wouldn't be able to see her death, that I could hold her hand one last time before her burial. I was wrong, her death flashed before my eyes, and the events before her death. She was ninety-eight and was perfectly healthy for her age, she'd played Bingo with her friends, called my father to wish him good luck on his upcoming interview for a promotion. She'd made food that day for the soup kitchen and took it over there, she was happy when she died there was no blood, no trouble, no pain. I watched stuck, as she went to sleep, her dog Lonny curling into her as if he knew what was coming. I watched her take her last breathe, Lonny, licking her hand lovingly as she inhaled, a peaceful look was on my great-grandmothers face and Lonny let out a long low whine of sadness.

I was thrust back to the present tears streaming down my face, my daddy comforted me careful not to touch any exposed skin. I had freaked once or twice when they tried to hold my hand or move my hair out of my face. The therapist always had an excuse for my problems, none of them were right except the fear of touching skin to skin.

I see Brittany walk in with another cheerio, pinkys linked, she was undoubtedly beautiful, they both were, but I had no idea what the darker girls name was. I didn't know half the students in this school because I kept to myself as much as possible, fear of getting close to someone then seeing their death, but somehow Tina and Finn managed to crawl and crack their way to my heart, even though I knew Finn's death I could never regret being his friend or Tina's.

Brittany spots me before waving enthusiastically, the other girl glares at me and they both walk towards their lab station. The hour continues slowly as we watch a video on sharks. I see Brittany whisper something into the other cheerio's ear. The darker girl gives a confused look then begins to giggle as quietly as bell ring and everyone including the teacher rush out of the room, happy to have the day over with.

I turn around to turn in a worksheet that needed to be turned in at the beginning of class, spaced out until I see a flash of blond and black hair. Brittany and the other cheerio are still in the classroom and they look like they're waiting on me. I turned the paper in and the darker girl, i'm guying Latin Mexican or mixed race, with a scowl on her face walks up to me.

"Okay, listen good and don't speak, Brittany told me your tutoring her, i'm not going to make her stop seeing your creepy ass because she likes you and you actually listen to her and help her but so help me, if you even think about hurting her you're dead, got me perra?" She is glaring at me but in her eyes isn't hatred, only fear and worry of my involvement in Brittany's life and love for the dancer behind her.

"I am not cruel enough to hurt someone as kind as Brittany, and I do not doubt that you would kill me..?" I left a question mark on the end hoping she would get the hint, she did.

"It's Santana. Wait how in the hell do you not know my name, i'm hot and a cheerleader, everyone should know my name." She looks put-of at the thought of me not knowing her name, I get the sense that millions of people will know her name in the future, and that she hates being ignored or unknown.

I smile before answering, "Sorry for not knowing your name, I don't know many people in this school, I tend to keep to myself." She looks confused but she accepts it. "Brittany if you want to study tonight where would you like to go?"

"Oh, I wanna see what a vampires house looks like, where's your house at?" As she says vampire Santana looks away blushing a bit in guilt. Most people would think it rude of Brittany to say this but I find it quiet funny and give her my address before we bid eachother goodbye.

A/N: I don't know the pairing of this story yet, I know its not going to be Finn and Rachel, I like them as friends in this story, I was trying to write another chapter of Things Are Never as They Seem but this popped into my head and forced me to write it out, hopefully I can continue both stories, let me know what you think :) Thanks for reading. Review if you can.