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chapter one !
( takes place during 1x11 'hairography' )
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"UGH, THIS SUCKS!" Amelia Abrams sighed in exasperation whilst slamming shut the door of her locker. "How come I have to deal with an hour of geography and Ms Doosenburg's annoying voice when you get a free period?"
Luna rolled her eyes at the younger girl beside her.
"It's not a free period, Ames." Luna muttered, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her twitter. "It's a meeting with the guidance counsellor. Which pretty much means that I'm going to sit and watch Miss Pillsbury polish her grapes for an hour."
Amelia chuckled at her friends remark, looping their arms together as they walked towards their next period rooms, which were conveniently ( for them ) in the same direction.
"Do you even know why she asked to see you?" Amy asked, raising her eyebrows expectantly.
"Nope, I just know that she better not try and get me to open up or anything, because it's way too early for that shit."
In all honesty, Luna didn't actually mind going to see Miss Pillsbury in her free period. She would rather spend an hour watching her school's guidance counsellor refill her many hand sanitiser bottles than actually have to do real school work.
Amelia unhooked their arms as her geography class, and Ms Doosenbury's frowning face, came into their view.
Artie, Amelia's twin brother, rolled up to them as they got to the door. His smiling face greeted them as he pushed his glasses up to keep them on his nose. "Hey guys," he greeted them kindly.
"Hey Artie." Luna greeted him back with a small smile and wave. At the same time she spoke, Amelia said "Hey noob!"
Artie huffed at his twin in annoyance. "How many times have I told you to stop using Drake and Josh references to insult me?" He scolded his sibling as Amelia smirked in triumph. "You're ruining my favourite show for me."
"Yeah well, you ratted me out to mom for doing it so now I'm just gonna do it more." Luna heard her best friend retort as she wheeled her brother into the classroom.
Luna giggled quietly, she had been close with the Abrams twins since she was about seven and a half, their moms had been friends when the Moretti's first moved to Lima and when their parents took her to the Abrams house for a play date with their twins, they all had instantly clicked.
As she made her way down the hallway towards Miss Pillsbury's office, Luna started to think of the reason why the school counsellor would want to see her. It's not like her grades were below average or anything, in fact, they were probably amongst the highest in her year. It definitely wasn't for bad behaviour, the only time Luna had almost gotten into trouble was when Mr Schuester overheard her calling Dave Karofsky a 'shit for brains nobody' after she'd witnessed him throwing a pale, baby faced boy - with remarkable fashion sense - into a locker for no reason. And that was months ago ( and in all honestly she had seen Mr Shue smirk when she'd went off at Karofsky anyway ), so it definitely wasn't because of that.
As she approached the closed office door, Luna let out a breath she had been holding for the last five minutes.
It took Emma Pillsbury a few seconds to open the door once Luna had knocked on it, but when she did eventually fling it open, she smiled brightly at the young girl before her.
"Hi!" Her high pitched voice and overly cheerful attitude was already starting to make Luna's head hurt. "You must be Luna. . . Moore?" Emma's cheerful tone turned to a questioning one as she tilted her head, obviously having forgotten the teenager's last name.
"Uh, Moretti." Luna corrected politely as they sat down across from each other at the desk. "Luna Moretti." She never took it personally when people didn't remember her name. Half of the teachers called her Lucy, so it's probably a compliment that it was just her surname that Miss Pillsbury got wrong.
"Oh of course, I'm so sorry." The guidance counsellor apologised, "you're just not one of my regulars, that's all. In fact, I think this is the first time we've had an appointment." She retrieved a piece of paper from one of her desk drawers and set it in the desk top.
Luna frowned in confusion.
"So, um, I hear that you wanna attend Yale after you graduate." It was more of a statement than a question.
Luna shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah. That's the plan."
Her parents plan more like.
"And that's definitely what you wanna do?" Miss Pillsbury's innocent question gave her pause.
No one had asked her that before, especially not and adult.
When Luna didn't answer immediately, Emma tilted her head in concern.
"Luna?" She asked softly, breaking the young girl across from her out of her own thoughts.
"Oh yeah." Luna's eyes shifted from those of her guidance counsellor and flitted around three room, lingering on the collection of pamphlets on the desk, all of which had oddly specific titles. "It's what I've wanted since I was eight. I definitely wanna go to Yale. That's where all the best lawyers graduate from."
To be fair, the only two lawyers that she knew had attended Yale were her parents. Maybe a few more if you believed that the lawyers the used on Dateline were real lawyers.
"Okay." Emma nodded, not fully believing what Luna had said but also didn't want to push the topic any further. "So I've went over the college application that's on your school file, and everything looks pretty much perfect."
Luna felt her pride swell as her academic achievements were read out.
A 4.0 GPA, perfect attendance, no detentions or reprimands. By the time Miss Pillsbury stopped reading, the teacher was out of breath and Luna was sitting up straighter with a smug smile on her face.
"But we do have one slight problem."
The Italian girl's face fell and her shoulders sagged instantly.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Her voice came out hoarse as she felt a pit start to grow in her stomach.
"Well it seems that you have no extracurricular activities or clubs that you attend. . ."
"Yeah, no, I'm always busy after school, and my parents kinda make room in their schedules so we can have dinner together and actually see each other so . . ."
Luna stopped rambling and the woman across from her nodded in understanding.
"Of course, yes. But the thing is, sweetie, is that one of the requirements to submit your application to Yale is that you need to have at least one extracurricular activity, or they probably won't even look at it."
Luna knew that this wasn't the most appropriate time, but the Coldplay lyric when you try your best but you don't succeed popped into her head.
Luna felt herself slump lower in defeat, Miss Pillsbury pushed the piece of paper from earlier across the desk towards her. It was one of her pamphlets.
Help! I'm anti-social and have to join an after school club! was written at the top, and an image of a distressed looking child was below that.
It hurt because it was accurate.
Luna couldn't stand the other people in William McKinley High School most of the time. The only people she could stand were Amelia and Artie, and sometimes Brittany Pierce made her laugh. But apart from that, she pretty much disliked everyone else.
Luna cleared her throat. A sudden urge to get out of the stingy, far-too-warm, office had come over her. She need to leave. Now.
"Okay, well, I'll look on the school website when I get home tonight. I'll get back to you tomorrow." She picked up her bag from the ground and started to edge towards the door.
She knew this was a hasty and pretty rude exit, but she felt as though she would literally explode if she had to have this conversation any longer. Luna was the type of person that liked to handle her problems by herself. She knew that wasn't the best way of dealing with her life issues but it's how her parents taught her to work through them.
"Oh, okay!" Emma stood as Luna reached the door. "Are you sure you don't want me to help up you look? I can even help you choose-"
"No thanks," the Moretti girl cut her off hastily. "But thanks, I'll let you know what I choose!"
And with that, Luna was out of the door and darting down the hallway before Miss Pillsbury could let her know that she didn't really have a wide variety of extracurricular options, as only one club was taking new members at this point in the school year.
And Emma Pillsbury had a gut feeling that Luna Moretti was not going to like the option that she was left with.
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Luna's stomach pit hadn't moved all day.
She had finished at school for the day, drive Amelia home, and was now parked outside of the Lima Bean on her iPhone.
She was looking through all the after school clubs at McKinley, and there were a lot more than she had been anticipating. But not a single one of them was looking for a new member.
None except one.
The New Directions were her school's new and "improved" glee club. The only reason she recognised the name was because Artie was one of the members. Well that, and the fact that she had to witness their god-awful rendition of "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa at an assembly once.
She didn't hate the glee club like the rest of the student body seemed to, but she did find them irritating. But Mr Shue, the glee club director was one of her favourite teachers.
Guess it's going to have to be glee club then, the thought to herself as she climbed out her car and started to walk across to the coffee shop.
She felt her phone buzz as she reached the door to the cafe and pulled it out to check who was texting her. As she unlocked it and went to open the message, her iPhone was suddenly a solid foot away from her ( and probably smashed ), and she was on the ground,
And someone else was on top of her.
"What the hell, dude?!" Luna exclaimed as she noticed a head of curly brown hair look up from the ground, a pair of bright blue eyes locking on to hers.
They both scrambled to get away from each other. Once the curly haired assailant had stood up from his previous place on top of her, she realised that her shirt was wet.
She had coffee all over her white shirt.
"Oh yeah," she complained, patting aimlessly at the coffee stain. "This is exactly what I need after the day I've had. Seriously?!" She aimed the last question at the sky, flailing her arms slightly.
The guy, who looked about Luna's age, if not a few years older, finally spoke. But his response was not the apology she was expecting.
"Well I think you'll find that you actually bumped into me." His voice was tinted with arrogance and it was obvious that he thought himself to be above her.
And not just because he was a good six or seven inches taller than her.
"Uhm, no, you walked into me. That's why your coffee is all over my fricking shirt!" Her voice got louder and more shrill as she ended her sentence. Their conversation now had a small audience.
Her annoyance seemed to amuse him as his smirk increased and his blue eyes filled with amusement.
He infuriated her already.
"You were on your phone." Was his response.
Okay, so points were made.
"You know what, I don't even care." Luna glared at him. "My day has been annoying enough, and I'm not allowing you to add to it with your uncoordinated walking and your pompous attitude." She huffed indignantly and turned to walk away before he could pipe up again.
"I mean, you're clearly the uncoordinated one if you can't text and walk at the same time. Like, c'mon, it's 2009." The look from him alone made her want to punch his annoyingly handsome smile off his face,
Luna whirled around and briskly walked back over to him, pointing her finger to his chest when she got close enough.
"Yeah? Well I ruined your coffee, pretty boy. So suck on that!"
Not my finest work, she admitted silently to herself.
"I can buy another one of those. And you too, if you'd like? I presume that's why you're here?" Again with the smirking, this guy really thought he was something huh?
The look that she gave him was one that she reserved for the likes of Dave Karofsky and Noah Puckerman.
"Wow!" Luna shook her head in disbelief. "You are unbelievable!"
She walked away for real this time.
When she got back in her car, her shirt was now sticky and starting to smell like stale coffee.
She thought her day couldn't have got any worse since the guidance appointment, but apparently annoyingly attractive, bright blue eyed boys with curly as heck hair had other ideas.
Today. Had. Sucked.
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I do not own glee, all rights go to Ryan Murphy, FOX and whomever else made that acid trip of a show that I love so much.
I neither own the gifs in any of my chapters unless stated otherwise, all credits go to the creators of the gifs.
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A/N:
as if I just wrote 2.2k words in the first chapter wow.
Okay but I'm excited to get this to you guys but it's like 5am where I am now so I'm gonna go to bed now lmao😂.
Tysm to anyone who reads this, ily all so much xx
— Jade <3
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