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“Make sure you grab your backpack before leaving, Y/n!” You heard your older sibling call out. You curse under your breath as you grab the bag and throw it over your shoulder.
“Thanks, S/n!” You call out as you double check that you have everything. Your hair is styled, outfit is on correct, and your shoes are- “On the bed.” You sigh and click your tongue as you make your way over to your black boots. You put them on and head downstairs to grab f/b/f and f/b/d.
Once you pack f/b/f into a bag, you go outside and open the door to your car. It wasn’t the greatest, just a used, gray sedan with dirt on the sides and the paint was desperately in need of a touch up. You climb in the driver’s seat and gently toss your bag on the floorboard on the passenger’s side.
You start the car and set the f/b/d in the cup holder. You plug your phone into the aux and open up Spotify, and hit play on your musical playlist. Taking a sip of your drink, you slowly back out of the driveway. You smile as the opening lines to Seventeen start to play.
You hum along with Veronica as you follow the directions to William McKinley Highschool. “Or they vanish.” You began singing along to JD’s part. “Take a deep breath.” The grip you had on the steering wheel tightens as the distance on the GPS got smaller. “Play some poker.” You sang, distracted from the song. “Maybe dancing.”
The song played in the background as you thought to yourself. This is going to be a different school, in a different area, with many different people. You weren’t all that upset about moving to Ohio. No one knew your deadname, nor the fact that you were trans. You even called in a favor from an old friend to hack into the school’s system to change your deadname to Y/n and update the email address to yours.
You’ve also been on testosterone for almost 5 months, having a deep enough voice to pass, as well as voice cracks, more defined jaw-line, and other things that should ensure that you pass as male.
It’s just the difference that catches you off guard. You don’t know anyone, what they are like, if the school was even accepting of queer kids.
You shake your head and turn into a far parking spot and turn off your phone. Grabbing your bag and f/b/d, you head towards the school with false confidence. You search for the Guidance Counselor's office. Your eyes catch an old nameplate on the wall telling you that you have arrived.
You hesitantly knock on the glass door, catching the woman’s attention. You step back and watch as a panicked look comes across her face. She grabs something before opening the door for you. “Are you Mr. L/n?” You nod and wave. “Come in! Come in!”
You sat down in a random seat as the red-head wipes down the area you touched. You would be offended, but as you take a look at the perfect arrangements the office is in and the amount of cleaning supplies, you take a guess that she was just like that.
“So, Y/n, can I call you Y/n?” You nod again. “Well, Y/n, I just want to say that William McKinley High is happy to be a part of your life!” You awkwardly smile at her. She matches the smile before continuing. “So, I was looking at your records and I saw your name and I was confused because I thought it was something else when I looked at it, but I guess I was wrong because I was thinking it was a girl’s name and you obviously aren’t a-” She coughed as you bit your lip and ignored the pounding of your heart. “You’re a guy, so I’m just going to hope you ignored everything I just said.”
“Sure.” You respond, nodding with a feverish smile. She seems to not notice the waver in your voice and gives you a relieved smile.
‘Oh! I’m sorry I just realized I never introduced myself! My name is Miss Pillsbury!” She gestured to the nameplate on her desk and you nod once again.
“Hello.” She grabs a ew papers that were paperclipped together.
“So, uh, here is your schedule, map, and your locker with the locker number.” You nod and take the papers from her. You went to ask if they were done when your eyes caught a sight of a poster.
GLEE CLUB
A GROUP THAT ACCEPTS EVERYONE
REGARDLESS OF WHO THEY ARE
SIGN UP TODAY
You turn back to Miss Pillsbury, who gave a patient smile. “What is a ‘Glee Club’?” You ask her and she instantly smiles.
“Glee Club is a singing group that consists of students! It was created by a teacher here, the Spanish teacher actually, he wanted to make a difference with the kids like he had back when he attended this school!” You raised your eyebrows when you noticed her ramble about this teacher. She blinked before returning back to the topic, albeit a little flushed. “Sorry about that!”
“Sounds fun.” You shrug and she seems to smile wider. “So, this is all or?”
She jumps up and you realize that she is wearing gloves. “Sorry!” She opens the door for you and you follow her out. “Have a good first day, Y/n!” You wave at her before walking down the hall to be immediately greeted with a chubby guy who heavily reminded you of Napoleon Dynamite. Someone was in front of him, recording with a giant camera. You raise an eyebrow when you notice the camera being pointed at a cheerleader’s ass.
“Eyes up here, now. Focus.” You notice the giant cardboard signs in his hands.
Glee’s Big
You blink, confused on what the fuck it was supposed to mean. You roll your eyes and decide to just walk away from the mess.
You walk around, trying to find locker number 342 when you pass by the same guy and cameraman interviewing a sad looking couple, one of which is talking about herself and speaking over the guy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else. You speed up to avoid being on the creep’s show.
You walk around, still looking for your stupid locker when you hear the same guy as before speak. You turn your head to see the creep, again, chasing after a porcelain like boy who looked upset. “When will you glee clubbers accept the fact that people hate you?” You frown as he said that. The porcelain spoke over him.
“Kiss it, Jacob.”
You let out a quiet snort, luckily one that wasn’t heard by the two. “And think you’re nothing, but a glorified karaoke club?” You glare at the guy, who ignored the other telling him to go away. Many times. “Designed to make the inventors of Autotune millions of dollars?” The guy hid inside the bathroom and the perv shouted after him, but refused to go in.
You shake your head as you thought of how dumb he must’ve been to have harrassed all these different people. After all, how was he going to get a job when they do a little background search on him and these videos come up?
You were going to leave, to go find your locker, but you noticed that the creep was waiting outside the bathroom for the poor boy. So, you decided to stay in case he tried to pull the same stunt. You pulled out your phone and opened up a random game.
After a few minutes you heard the door open. You look up to see the porcelain boy talking, and holyshithewassofuckingbeautiful.
“You know what, Jacob? It doesn’t take much courage for people to park their cottage cheese behinds in their Barcaloungers and log on to the Internet and start tearing people down, does it?” He smirks at (Jacob?) “But you know what does takes courage? Standing up and singing about something.” He looks at the camera. “So here’s a message for everyone that reads your blog. Next time, instead of posting an anonymous comment online, say what you have to say to my face!” You stare in awe at his words before someone ruined it by throwing a slushy at Mr. Beautiful. You gap in horror at the scene.
“Welcome back, Lady!” The offender mocks and laughs as he walks away. You look back at the gorgeous guy to find him casually wiping the slush out of his eyes and off his face.
“I don’t suppose you think there’s any way we could cut out that last part there?” He asks Jacob, who shakes his head no. He licks his lips who wipe off the slush and Jacob seems to try to wipe it off him. Mr. Beautiful shakes a finger slightly and he stops. He starts to walk away and Jacob nods at the camera with a smile.
You want to help the guy, but you have to get to your locker and to class on time. So, you go back on your mission to find your locker.