Okay! First chapter, sort of. Basically, I'm introducing the major characters in this fic before the really major stuff happens.
It was the first day of senior year at William McKinley High School, but to Kurt, it was one more day of re-applying moisturizer to his face after receiving a slushie to the face (again), one more day not being spent with his boyfriend – yes, boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, and definitely one more day of listening to his step-brother, Finn Hudson, mope over breaking up (again) with his now ex-girlfriend Rachel Berry.
But then again, he was also one day closer to graduating, hopefully moving to New York City with Rachel (her breaking up with Finn did not sway their friendship in any way – especially due to their shared love of Broadway musicals, primarily "Wicked"), and most likely later be joined by Blaine after he graduated the year after.
The last part of that last thought cheered Kurt up quite a lot as he got dressed for the day while "Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)" blared from his stereo (OK, despite Blaine and the rest of the Warblers breaking into his backyard and serenading him to it – which his father, Burt Hummel, wasn't too pleased about – it wasn't such a bad song).
Amidst the noise, he could hear from the room next door that previously mentioned step-brother, Finn, had finally decided it was time to wake up for the day. (He was, in reality, most likely getting a headache from the loud music emitting through the walls from his step-brother's room).
The first thing Finn did as soon as he felt awake enough that he wouldn't collapse back into his bed and go back to sleep was confront his brother, Kurt, on his forming headache.
"Hey Kurt! Can you keep it down? You're giving me a migraine!" Finn yelled as he pounded his fist on Kurt's bedroom door.
"I was almost done anyway! And you're welcome!" Kurt yelled in reply before turning the music off altogether.
"Boys! Stop yelling! We haven't gone deaf yet!" Finn's mother – and Kurt's step-mother – Carole Hudson shouted from the kitchen downstairs. "And Finn, hurry up, otherwise you'll be late!" she then added.
"Not like I'm exactly looking forward to it anyways," Finn mumbled to no one in particular as he trudged back to his room.
"Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade," Rachel sang the last few notes of the song as she made her way to the bus stop. At the moment, no other McKinley students were there, but most of them would end up five minutes late anyways. But, then, what on Earth was Rachel Berry, high school senior and the next Barbra Striesand, doing taking the bus to school? Well, her two gay dads, being their overprotective selves (I mean, there were two of them) wouldn't let Rachel learn how to drive until she was eighteen, which basically made her a senior (in the other sense) compared to pretty much everyone else she knew. Also, the carpooling scenario hadn't worked out. She would normally have ridden with Kurt and then be joined by Kurt's other best friend, Mercedes Jones. But today Kurt was riding with Finn – which meant that option was completely out of the question. And Mercedes was getting a ride with someone else.
"It would just be better if you didn't come," was all she had said over the matter. Rachel tried not to dwell on it too much and hoped she would receive a less vague answer when they saw each other at school.
As for the rest of her friends, she had some fairly good reasons – at least in her opinion – on why she wouldn't want to spend five minutes in a car with them. She had even written a list on the matter:
Mike and Tina: Nice, but, not to seem racist, they basically turn everything into "Asian-this, Asian-that".
Puck and Lauren: Puck will just try to stare at my boobs while driving at the same time. And Lauren just plain scares me.
Santana and Britanny: As Mercedes would say "HELL TO THE NO!"
Artie: Nice, but not liking the whole "white gangster" thing he has going on. Plus, he even said he finds me irritating.
Sam: Well, after finding out about what his family's gone through, it's been sorta awkward. And he needs his own ride anyways.
There was one last name on the list that Rachel had really needed to think about.
Quinn: We've sorta worked things out, but I would still find it uncomfortable sitting in a car with her, especially after breaking up with Finn again.
"I wonder what the day will bring," Rachel muttered to herself.
"What's that?" asked a voice. (A/N: CM fans, I'm sure this rings a bell for all of you (; )
Rachel turned to see her next-door neighbour, Spencer Reid, approaching and then stood next to her to wait for the bus.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just talking to myself. Sorry about that," Rachel answered.
"Don't worry about it," said Spencer. "My mom does it all the time."
Spencer wasn't exactly looking forward to going back to school. He was the smartest kid at McKinley, and he was a year younger than the rest of his senior year classmates. Those two factors combined pretty much made him a clean target for bullying. In fact, he was still recovering from when the football team had stripped him naked and tied him to a goalpost that previous spring. This made him want to leave even more, so that he could stay very far away from his three main tormentors, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and David Rossi.
He heard Rachel say something as he stood next to her, but he couldn't make out any words.
"Uh, pardon?" he asked.
"I was just asking if you're grown," Rachel said.
"Oh yeah. Growth spurt. Although I'm hoping it's done soon because the growing pains are really getting annoying."
"I probably won't be going through that. I haven't grown an inch since I was thirteen," said Rachel.
"Well, that explains why I was taller than you last year as well," Spencer said.
They remained quiet for the rest of the wait while a few more students joined them until the school bus finally arrived.
When she stepped onto the bus with Spencer and the other kids waiting at the stop, Rachel could see five other people seated in various places along the aisle. At the very back of the bus sat two people, one of which she recognized immediately.
"Blaine!" she exclaimed as soon as she was halfway down the aisle.
"Hey Rachel!" Blaine said with equal excitement.
"What on Earth are you doing here?" she asked as she sat down on the seat directly across from Blaine.
"Well, as you can see since I'm not wearing a blazer that I've sort of transferred to McKinley," he said with his usual goofy smile.
"That's fantastic! But hang on a sec," Rachel paused dramatically and waved her index finger in a "disapproving" manner, "Does Kurt know about this?"
"Would I be riding the bus if Kurt knew?"
"I guess not," said Rachel.
"I thought we were taking the bus because Dad didn't trust you with the car," said the person Blaine was sitting next to. Rachel hadn't noticed him before, probably because she thought Blaine was being his usual social self by sitting next to him.
"Oh gosh! Where are my manners? Rachel Berry, Mick Anderson. Mick Anderson, Rachel Berry," Blaine said.
"So this is the Fleetwood Mac-obsessed brother Blaine would mention from time to time," Rachel said as she held out her hand for Mick to take.
"And this is the Broadway-obsessed diva that drunkenly made out with Blaine and made him temporarily question his sexuality," Mick responded, taking her hand and giving it a quick, firm, shake.
"I try not to think about that since it was one of the lower points in my life, but I suppose that would be accurate," Rachel replied.
"Mick went to Dalton last year as well, but he never joined the Warblers. He says it was because he didn't want to get 'stage fright'," (Blaine said this using airquotes), "but I think he was too embarrassed because his brother kept getting all the good solos," Blaine said nonchalantly.
"Oh shut up," Mick muttered.
While Blaine and Rachel continued to chat for the rest of the ride to school, Mick stared ahead of him where a girl sat a few rows in front while listening to her iPod. He knew this because that's what she was doing when he and Blaine first got on the bus and had hardly moved since. He made it a goal that he would know her name by the end of the week. Luckily for him, that turned out to be easier than he had expected.
The girl who Mick was looking at was named Lisbeth Mikkelsen. She and her parents had moved to Ohio that previous summer from Denmark. Since they taught English as a subject over there, she was quite good at speaking the language. Aside from that, she was very nervous about her first day of school. Because of the different school systems in Denmark and the U.S., she was going into freshman year and would be a year older than the rest of her classmates.
Besides the age difference, she was also nervous of the fact that, not only was she new, but she would be the foreign kid. Either everyone would shy away from her, or all the boys would fawn over her because of her "sexy accent".
This didn't exactly happen when she first walked through the doors of McKinley. She first had to speak with the principal, Mr. Figgins. Well, technically it was his receptionist she was speaking to. Basically, the woman just had to give her a map of the school that included written directions to each class. This probably had to do with the phone call Lisbeth's mother mad made to the school the week before informing them that she was terrible at following spoken directions and was also extremely shy.
Lisbeth decided to ignore her mother's inquiry and tossed out the map and directions as soon as she had re-entered the hallway.
It didn't take her long to find her locker, seeing as it was on the first floor, but as soon as most of her things had been put away – besides those that she would need for her first two classes – she realized she still had no idea where she was supposed to go.
Looking down at the sheet of paper that held her schedule, she could see the room number for where she had to go: 112. And because she wasn't a complete idiot, she knew that she had to at least stay on the first floor for a little while (he next two classes after that were close by – at least according to the room numbers).
Lisbeth looked around the hallway hoping to find someone who could help her when she saw a man walking towards her general direction who looked like a teacher.
"Excuse me," she said walking up to him, "do you know where I can find room one…hundred…twelve?" She was suddenly very embarrassed by the strength of her accent.
The man didn't seem to be bothered by that.
"You must be Listbeth," he said. "I'm Mr. Schuester. I'm going to be your homeroom teacher so you just have to follow me."
"Oh, that's great," Lisbeth said, taking the hand he had offered for a shake.
"I'm also teaching you third period Spanish," Mr. Schuester said as they walked along. "And I'm the director of the glee club if you're interested in that stuff."
Lisbeth noticed him gesture to a bulletin board they were then passing and thought she was then supposed to say something, but dismissed the thought when Mr. Schuester then turned and said "good morning" to an older girl looking up at the bulletin.
"Morning, Mr. Schue," said the girl without looking away from the board.
This year, Quinn promised herself (and her mom) that she wouldn't do anything irrational or reckless. Especially after everything she had dealt with the past two years. She had gotten pregnant, mono, cheated on Finn with Puck, cheated on Sam with Finn, then went on to date Finn (again) in hopes of becoming Prom Queen (which failed thanks to all the homophobes she unfortunately had to call her classmates) even though he was really in love with Rachel (again).
Aside from that, this year, Quinn had other things to worry about. During the summer, her uncle had gotten remarried to a woman who already had two kids. After the wedding, they had decided to move to Ohio and be near the rest of the family after living in North Dakota for so long. Quinn was thrilled to have her cousin, Jennifer, or JJ as she was called by everyone except her father, come and attend McKinley with her along with her new step-sister, Ashley. Ashley also had a younger brother named Michael; however Quinn didn't know him as well.
There were also a couple of secrets that came with the new additions to Quinn's family. She and her mom were both fully aware of what had happened, and had been sworn to secrecy so that Ashley and Michael could avoid unwanted attention that they had both already suffered from in North Dakota. Quinn took this to heart since she had been in the same position as them once.
Nevertheless, Quinn liked her new family members. And speaking of which – as she drew her attention away from the bulletin board to the sound of familiar giggles – she could see JJ and Ashley coming her way down the hall.
"Hey cous!" said JJ once Quinn had approached the two and hugged them both.
"Hey you two," Quinn said. "How's it going?"
"Actually, we're having some trouble finding our homerooms," said Ashley. She was in the 11th grade, while JJ was in 10th.
"Oh, OK, uh…" Quinn snatched the sheets both girls were holding that said their room assignments for the semester. The two girls had their homerooms in two completely different parts of the school.
Quinn quickly looked around for someone to help her. She quickly spotted Sam Evans, her ex-boyfriend coming up the hallway.
"Sam!" she called to him.
Sam quickly spotted who was calling him and approached Quinn and her cousins.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Question," Quinn said. "Where's your homeroom?"
"Uh…" Sam pulled out his own room assignment from his bag and checked. "Two-twenty-six," he said.
"Great, that's the same as Ashley's. Can you take her there with you while I take JJ?" Quinn asked but didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed JJ and pulled her in the direction of her homeroom.
An awkward silence followed between Sam and Ashley after they were abandoned by Quinn and JJ.
Sam was the one to finally speak up.
"It was Ashley, right?" he asked as he began to lead her in the direction of their homeroom.
"Yeah," she said nervously.
"So how do you know Quinn? Or did you just run into her in the hallway to ask her for directions?"
"Well, actually, she's JJ's cousin, and JJ's my step-sister," Ashley explained as they reached some stairs and began to climb them.
"Uh…I have no idea what you just said there, but it sounds awesome," Sam said with a light chuckle.
Ok, that was the first bit of it. I hope you like how it goes as I continue, and hopefully I will be able to update as often as I can. The chapters will probably be longer than this, mainly due to the fact that there will also be songs included. And the characters that appeared so far are going to be the ones with the most major arcs in this fic, like I said before, but don't worry, you'll still get to see some others of your favourite Glee and CM characters. I promise