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"𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊," 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝟑𝟑. Aerin had been standing at her locker for almost 20 minutes trying to decipher the difficulty of the code that had been permanently set on her locker.

"That locker always sticks," a new voice said. "you just have to jiggle the lock until it comes loose." Aerin snapped her head to her left to find the right source of the voice and she calmly stepped back. A average sized blonde wearing a polka dot dress, and holding a heavily decorated binder with a few textbooks was staring at with a serene smile.

"I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." the girl introduced. "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new ?," Quinn shifted her books to one arm and stuck out her hand and Aerin took it.

" I recently transferred from Carmel High," she said with a half-smile as she winced a little at Quinn's firm grip on her hand. "I'm Aerin"

Quinn raised an eyebrow "Carmel High ?," she questioned.

Aerin shrugged "Yeah, why ?."

Quinn came closer to her ," We just have really bad blood with them. We're sort of rivals, but that status changes at any given month. I'm pretty sure Rachel has a thing for that Jessie kid, she drools over him like a love sick puppy," she chuckles.

Aerin laughs, "I went on a date with him once. He took me to Breadstix and the whole time he only talked about how beautifully he sang All I Ask of You at Sectionals, then he made me pay." she gushed.

This sent Quinn into a fit of laughter, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her snort. She soon snaps back to reality, "So, Aerin. Have you thought about joining any clubs at the school ?" she voiced.

" Well I have thought about joining one club," she responded.

"Which one?"

" I want to join The McKinley Titans," she declared proudly with her chest.

Quinn looked at her in disbelief, she shook her head at Aerin's statement. " No way, you can't join our football team Aerin. Those bozos would eat you alive, and you sort of have to be a...you know," she mumbled awkwardly as she tried to balance her books.

"Why not, I've been playing since I was in diapers and back in Arizona I used to be a runner on my middle school team." Aerin said, as she continued to pick at the lock of her locker

Quinn had seen she was still struggling and she swiftly handed her books to the blonde.Quinn put in the lockers combination and she jerked it open. The door rattled and Aerin hastily handed Quinn's books back to her.

Quinn sighs as she turns to face Aerin agian. " This isn't middle school Aerin, we're in the wild high school jungle. The only way we survive is by establishing who we are in this shitty kingdom, you could either be at the top of food chain or at the very bottom" she explained.

Aerin looked at Quinn with disappointment. She couldn't comprehend why the girl was adamant on her not pursing her favourite sport. Aerin had almost cursed herself for saying to much.

" What class do you have first period ?" Quinn questions.

Aerin pulled her schedule out of her pocket. " It says I have Spanish with someone called Mr. Schuster ?"

Quinn smiles, "Oh cool I'm in that class to, unfortunately. I can introduce you to a couple other friends of mine ; they're super sweet." They both soon begin to walk to his classroom, linking arms as Quinn led the way to Mr.Shue's Spanish class.

Aerin looks at Quinn, "Is he any good at teaching Spanish ?."

Quinn smirks, " Nope" she says with confidence. " Not one bit-"

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 N𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 at one of the back desks and displayed her Spanish books between the pair. "Where we supposed to get those ?," Aerin asks nervously.

" No, I'm pretty sure Schuster will give you a set of textbooks. We barely use them though, he mostly likes to do the basics," Quinn responded.

A girl with a blue streak in her hair and a boy in a wheelchair soon come into the class as well, approaching Quinn and Aerin.

"Did you do Mr Shue's Spanish Assignment for Glee Club ?," the boy inquired to Quinn. "I can't find a duet song to sing."

Quinn scratches the back of her head " I did find one. Ricky Martin's The Best Thing About Me is You. It's perfect, but I'm not sure if Puck has the vocal range to pull it off," she expositions.

Quinn looks at Aerin then back at the other two, " Oh my where are my manners. Aerin, these are some of my glee club friends. Quinn pointed at both of them

" This is Tina Cohen-Chang, and the other one is Artie Abrams."

Both give the girl a friendly awkward wave, they then went to the desk in front. "It's nice to meet you" Artie acknowledged as he turned around. "Where are coming from ?."

Quinn pulls her desk chair in closer, "she used to go to Carmel High !" the blonde said ; as Aerin furrowed her eyebrow.

" Where you in Vocal Adrenaline ?," Tina questioned.

Aerin shakes her head "No, No way. I just went to their school, that's all. I do remember that one time when they egged a girl, I didn't see much but it looked like it hurt."

Tina sighed, "That must've been Rachel," she remarked.

More kids soon begin to flood the class, Aerin catches sight of one who looked familiar to her. She was talking to another girl who was also in a cheer uniform. They both looked like they were in the middle of a deep conversation, or maybe an argument. The tall, slim built cheerio clutched her books tight as she spun and walked out of the class, the Latina looked at her with pain

Aerin nudges Quinn's arm lightly "who's that?" she asks. Quinn looks up at the girl Aerin was staring at, "You mean Santana Lopez ?, she's head Cheerio and is kind off a bitch, but I love her" Quinn replies.

Santana sat across from the others at an empty desk chair, snapping her head around to glare over at Quinn and Aerin.

"What are you looking at fish lips ?" Santana sneered.

" My name is Aerin, actually," Aerin retorts.

Santana rolls her eyes, " Aerin , schmerin'. I couldn't care less. I just don't like you eyeing me down like some blood hound, it's weird," she scoffs.

Quinn turns her attentions to Santana, "Shut it, S" she demanded.

As Santana readies her next attack she's soon cut off by Mr.Shue he was wearing a sombrero and he had brought in three boys in letterman jackets with instruments.

" ¡Hola clase ! today I, Puck, Finn and Mike will be performing something special for you all," he exclaimed.

He turned to face the wall, putting his maracas up in the air and then turning dramatically towards his embarrassed students.

"La cucaracha !"

" Oh God-" Quinn said warily as she tried to look away.

"La cucaracha, la cucaracha

Ya no pude caminar Proque no tiene, proque le falta Una pata pata anadar."

Good Lord, this had to be offensive in some way. Aerin sinks into her seat as she continues to watch her new Spanish teacher shake his maracas around like a crazed lunatic.

Aerin looked over at Santana, she was practically ready to gouge out Mr. Shcuster's eyes at this point, and in all honesty, she couldn't blame her one bit.

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. 　 　  *┌ a/n : i accidentally misspelled ˗ˏˋchoices ˎˊ˗ in my gif ew, please excuse my dyslexia. anyways I hope you angels enjoyed this chapter, chapter 3 will be out soon.

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