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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀, twirling her spaghetti in between her fork prongs as she let the sauce slide down the side. The day had started off fairly well for her, for starters, she had made two new friends today. Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel, they were both in her chemistry class and they were her lab partners. The trio were completely different in personality but they still had gained an instant connection.

Mercedes looked over at Aerin as she continued to play with her food, "eat your damn spaghetti" Mercedes sighed in slight annoyance.

"It looks expired,"  Aerin moaned. "I swear I saw a fungi in the meatballs."

Kurt had been lost in a daze, looking down at his notebook and scribbling love hearts over the front cover as he wrote the name 'Blaine' over and over again. This caught the attention of Aerin who instantly snatched the book from her new friend.

"Who's Blainnne ?" Aerin teased. Kurt took his notebook back from the blonde tucking it into his bag and folding his arms.

"Just a friend" Kurt lies.

Mercedes lets out a little laugh "Oh please," she comments. "We all know you like him, it's obvious. You literally called him a hunkable snack when we went to the Lima Bean the other day, and you constantly talk about him, I say just go for it." Mercedes advices.

Kurt tapped his fingers as he took in a sharp intake of breath, "I don't know" he admits "I don't think he even likes me, and he goes to Dalton as well."

Aerin smiles at Kurt, "Don't let distance stop you from pursuing someone you like. I don't know Blaine, but he seems sweet and you should make a move."

Kurt thanks Aerin, and Mercedes smiles as she continues to eat her tater tots. The trio then began to talk about high school amenities, the latest gossip and who they'd kiss, marry or kill.

"What about the new guy, Sam Evans." Mercedes gushed as she pointed over at the jock's table.

Aerin looked for a moment, not to stare at their new player, but to invision herself as part of their team. She could almost picture it, her hands gripping the football tight, her darting down the field, the cheers of the whole school ringing in her ears. She's soon snapped into reality, when Mercedes nudges her.

"You okay girl ?" Mercedes asks. "Yeah, Yeah I just spaced out," Aerin responds.

She then turns her attention to Sam "he's alright" she huffs "I'm just not really looking for a guy right now-"

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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓, 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 with bangs that stopped at the cusp of her eyebrows. She wore a tartan plaid skirt and a cashmere wool sweater with a cat printed at the front. Aerin instantly recognized her, she was the girl her brother slushied.

"Mercedes !" the girl hawks. "It has come to my attention that you are trying out for a role of Maria in West Side Story ?" the brunette interrogated

Mercedes rolls her eyes as she continues to eat her plate of tater tots, "So?" she answers, clearly unbothered.

"You know I wanted that role, I was practically born to play it !" the girl demands. "I've informed you of that !"

Aerin raised an eyebrow. Though she wasn't a big fan of the arts, she knew for a fact that Maria was a Puerto Rican, and as far as she could see, the girl that stood in front of her eyes was anything but that.

Mercedes holds a tot in her hand as she glares up at the girl, "Listen, Little Miss Perfect. I want this role, and I'm gonna fight tooth and nail if I have to." she declares.

The brunette then faces Kurt, "Kurt, say something !" she pipes.

Kurt looks at both girls, he folds his arms. "I agree with Mercedes, you've had your moment many times Rachel. It's time to let someone else shine for a change" he responds.

Aerin nods her head in agreement, this only made Rachel even more wound up. She glares in Aerin's direction, " Excuse me, but this is a private conversation. Strictly glee club confidential. Would you mind leaving ?" she snarled, turning her nose upwards.

Aerin smirked "Yeah I would actually, I'm eating.." she responded, her tone sarcastic. Both Kurt and Mercedes try and hold in their laughter. Rachel soon sits down next to Aerin, taking her hand out.

"Rachel Berry" the girl said "President of Mckinley's glee club and future broadway prodigy".

Aerin put town her fork and took the girls hand, "I'm Aerin Cline" the blonde said with a half smile, as she quickly let go.

The aura between the four had soon grown sour, Mercedes was obviously still annoyed by Rachel's antics and Kurt, well, he just wanted to eat his sandwich in peace. Aerin stands up with her plate of cold spaghetti in her hands. "Look guys, I think I'm gonna get going. I have AP History next and I want to study before class starts," she announced softly.

"Bye Aerin" Mercedes and Kurt respond in unison, whilst Berry looked away from the blonde uninterested. As Aerin walked to the trash shute she spotted Coach Bieste putting up a paper on the cafeteria wall. As she stepped away, Aerin had a more clearer view.

Tryouts, This was it. It was like the lord had given her a sign, all she had to do was go over their and write her name down under the checkerd line. Unaware of her surroundings she continued her gaze, when all of a sudden

BANG !

Spaghetti sauce went flying over the place, on the walls, on the floor. Plate shards surround the front of the cafeteria. Aerin slowly looked to see who the unfortunate victim off her spagehtti splatter catastrophe was. Santana Lopez, of course. At this point it must've been a curse, this was her third time running into the girl and it was always at the most unconvienint times.

"Look what you've done fish lips !" she growled, turning to Britt to show her.

Aerin stood paralyzed with embarrassment, she dosen't move from her spot, all she could do was stare in silence.

"Santana, you look like someone exploded all over you" Brittany said nonchalantly.

"I know it's disgusting, I look like a hot mess. Coach Sylvester's is literally going to murder me" she whined as she continued to show Britt the damage that had been done. Aerin touches the latina's shoulder "I'm sorry, Santana I didn't see you- honestly" she said worryingly. She tries to remove spaghetti strings from the girl but she quickly slaps her hand away.

Aerin flinched slightly, she knew Santana had threatened to unleash Auntie Snixx, and by what she had heard from Mercedes, Snixx was lethal.

Santana comes closer to Aerin, she meets her at eye level. "As much as I'd like to thump your ass all over this cafeteria floor, I'm going take the benefit of the doubt and say that you spilling you spaghetti all over my new cheerios uniform was a stupid mistake."

She then comes even closer to Aerin, whispering in her ear softly. "Your punishment will come later," she uttered. Santana then leans back, as she walked away linking pinkies with Brittany.

Aerin breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away, her mind still fixated on the cheerio the whole time.

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hey angels, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I might change the ending as it's a bit weak but overall, I really enjoyed writing this chapter. new chapter coming on ˗ˏˋ monday ˎˊ˗

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