So I'm a bitch... who hasn't updated a few months? A year? I don't even know to be honest, I lost motivation but, I decided that I am just going to write because I want to and if no one reads my stories, too bad. As promised this is a time skip to High School, Junior Year (Grade 11 to my peeps that aren't from the States such as me). So, enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, all characters belong to RIB, I don't own the concept of Spirit Guides and all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 6

RPOV

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I sigh as I turn off my alarm. "And the torture begins" I think to myself. You'd think that a whole summer away from Ohio would prepare me for another year of school. Nope, it just gave me an entire season to think up what the Jocks and Cheerleaders... Or maybe 80% of the student population have in store for me this year.

"Welp, time for my morning routine, just because I'm not up for anything, doesn't mean that I have to slack off. I am still a future Broadway Star." I sit on the side of my bed and stretch my sleep filled muscles and get ready for the inevitable.

I reach school at my usual time, an hour early at 7am so that I can practice my vocals in the choir room without being disturbed.

As I am walking to my locker to drop a few things off, I notice a familiar head of blonde hair rounding a corner further down the hall. "Probably a Cheerio." I think to myself. As much as they hate me and I... dislike them, I still think that Coach Sylvester pushes them a little too hard. Don't get me wrong, I am all for hard work, but even I know my limits.

I shrug off my theory and shove my things into my locker and make my way to the choir room to start my morning practice. When I get there I notice the door open, which I find strange since I am usually the one to open up. Maybe or Brad the pianist came in early? I walk into the room and sitting on one of the chairs is Brittany, a fellow Glee member as well as a Cheerleader and Santana Lopez's – the bane of my existence - significant other. Brittany never really participated in any of the bullying, but then again she never really helped in anyway either, she just watched. But I don't really hold anything against her; Brittany can be rather... different? But I say it in the nicest way possible. I like to think she's different from the rest of us. She has an air of innocence that I admire, considering the harsh world we live in.

"Good Morning Brittany, how are you this morning? Don't you have a practice to go to? Are you lost again? I will gladly show you to the field if you need my assistance". I greet her as I set my book bag down on the piano and begin to sort through my sheet music with my back to her.

A few moments have passed and I haven't heard an answer from her, which is weird because sometimes I think she talks me than I do...maybe.

I turn around with my sheet music in hand to look at her. Just as I am about to repeat my previous questions, I stop. The look that Brittany is giving me is one that I've never seen from her before. It looks like she's contemplating something but also; she looks worried, a bit sad and angry.

"Uhm, Brittany? Is everything Ok? Do, you want me to call Santana?"

I nervously start shuffling my feet. The stare that Brittany is giving me is making me very uncomfortable.

Brittany drops her shoulders and sighs as if giving up on something and gets up from her seat and approaches me slowly.

"No Rachel," She says, "No need to call Santana, but... I need to talk to you, I will come by your house after school and we will talk there, Ok?"

I slowly nod my head. I've never seen her so serious before. It's kind of freaking me out.

As if a switch was pulled, Brittany gives me a huge smile that only she can produce and nods her head with vigour.

"Ok Rachie, see you in Glee! I have to head back to practice; San is probably going crazy and thinks that someone kidnapped me. I hope she doesn't think its Lord Tubbington, he just wants to help you know? Well, see you!"

And with that, she pets my head and she skips off to the field as if nothing happened.

"That was strange." I think to myself, then again, it's Brittany, only God and Santana knows how her brain works.

I take a deep breath and shake off what happened, I need to focus on my practice right now. I can ponder on what just happened after school. I sigh lightly and head over to sit by the piano and practice my scales.

While in Glee, listening to Mr. Shue yap on and on about team work and how we should all love each other like family- as usual- I feel a little tickle at the back of my neck as if someone is watching me, I turn around slightly and in the corner of my eye I see Brittany watching me. Again. Like she has been the entire school day. Everywhere I go she's there. Staring at me, and when I catch her gaze, she just smiles brightly and waves at me like she hasn't been practically stalking me in the hall ways and in classes that we share. I still haven't figured out how she is in every single one of my AP classes by the way...

"So, guys!" clasps his hands loudly together and brings me out of my thoughts.

"Who has any ideas for Sectionals? Rachel?"

I sigh inwardly, of course he asks me. It seems like he only acknowledges me if he needs something. Other times it's like I don't exist.

"Well, , since you've asked I do have a few ideas I would like to sha-"

"-Oh please Hobbit!" Aaand queue Santana. "I am willing to bet my left ovary that you're gonna suggest Showtunes. Do you have anything else in your repertoire that doesn't include Streisand?"

"While I applaud your use of the word repertoire Santana, I can assure you that I have many other son-"Before I could finish my sentence, Mercedes chimes in.

"-All I'm hearing is blah blah blah, me, me, me Berry. Mr. Shue I have a few ideas that I think will be killer for Sectionals."

"Ok Mercedes, let's hear it then."

I sigh as I hear a few sniggers from behind me. completely disregarded Mercedes and Santana's insults. So much for being a family.

After another 30 minutes of Glee, or Insult-Rachel-Berry-Period if you want to call it, the bell rings and everyone gets up to head home. As I am packing away my sheet music I feel a tap on my shoulder, it's Brittany.

"Remember that I will be stopping by later ok, we still need to talk." She tells me seriously.

I nod and tell her that I will see her later. She gives me a small smile and takes off after Santana who is standing by the door waiting for her and glaring holes into my head.

I gulp and quickly pack my things. As I am about to head through the door I hear Finn calling me, which makes me, walk even faster. I was not in the mood to hear from him right now, I just wanted to get home and hear what Brittany has to say.

As I am speed walking down the hallway to avoid my ex, I see the girl with the familiar head of blonde hair that I saw this morning, standing with her back to me at the end of the hall, as I walk closer, she slowly turns around, then all I see are two bright unforgettable set of hazel eyes, my heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest and I can feel the my face starting to heat up, then... Nothing.

Word count: 1303

Boom! Chapter up. Not the best but I need to get back into the groove of things. If anyone is willing to Beta this story for me, let me know please. Spanks.

R&R guys, it feels like kisses.