Sophomore Year [glee fanfic, Finn Hudson]

Pilot

Classic first week back at school after the summer break. It's only Tuesday and the jocks are already throwing Kurt Hummel into the dumpster. I glance over and see that Mr Shuester, my Spanish teacher from freshman year, talking to them; he wouldn't be giving them into trouble, he's oblivious to that kind of thing. He see's everyone as an angel. I finally reach the door, taking a deep sigh as I walk in. The hallways are pretty much empty since everyone is enjoying the Ohio Sunshine that is very rare. As I make my way to my locker, but I am almost knocked over by the angry elf that is Rachel Berry.

"Watch it hobbit" I say to her as I walk past.

"Oh bite me Collins" she replies back while turning her head round.

"My pleasure Berry" I say and she turns away, while I make my way to my locker.

I put in my combination and open it, reaching in for my history and math textbooks. I close my locker only to be met by the one and only Quinn Fabray.

"Where's your uniform Lynsey?"

"At home?" I answer her back with a question.

"Why?" Her side kick Santana chirps in.

"We don't have practice today..." I say trailing off.

"Well you've got to represent your team no matter what" Quinn says while re-adjusting her bag.

"Anyway, Santana I'm pretty sure I just saw Berry go into the bathroom. Probably shaving for the tranny prom. Would you like to join us Collins?" She turns and asks me.

"No thanks, already had enough of her this morning" I said and I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey ladies," I turned by head around and see my boyfriend Matt. He's on the football team along side Quinn's boyfriend: Finn, so needless to say we go out on a lot of double dates.

"Hello stranger" I say and smile, he lightly pecks me on the lips.

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I stare at the slushie stained sign up sheet for glee club - the "New Directions". Mr Shue is a pretty good teacher, and I do need the extra credit. Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, Tina Cohen Chang, Artie Abrams and ugh... Rachel Berry. I look around to make sure nobody is watching as I pull a pencil out of my bag and put my name down on the sheet. I put the pencil in my jacket pocket and quickly walked away.

Pretty much social suicide. As one Quinn Fabray would say.

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"So when do rehearsals start?" The annoying voice of Rachel Berry is amplified throughout the auditorium due the mics on stage. I hear her man like foot steps walk backstage, they suddenly stop and I turn around making my Cheerios skirt twirl with me.

"Collins" Rachel says greeting me coldly.

"Berry" I reply back in the same tone.

"Lynsey Collins" Mr Shue's voice is amplified.

"Hope you break a leg" Rachel says.

"Hope you break your nose" I give her an insincere smile and walk onto the stage while smoothing down my uniform.

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"Sit down your rocking the booooooaatttt"

We just finished our rendition of 'Sit down you're rocking the boat'.

"We suck" I say to break the tension in the room.

"It'll get there" Mr Shue tries to re-assure as I turn my head and look over at Artie trying to recover from his collision with the wall. I sigh and go and help him wheel him self out from the mess that the collision created.