"Welcome, welcome!" A slim, bubbly girl was dancing around the room. Rachel and Kurt exchanged glances. Who was this girl? As if on cue, Sienna leaned over and told them she was, in fact their music teacher. "Oh." They said is unison.

"Now, to welcome our new class-mates. Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel?" They raised their hands and she skipped over to them. "Rachel and Kurt, you know each other?"

"Yes, very well. We went to the same school and were in New Directions, our Glee club together." Rachel said before Kurt could claim not knowing her.

"Glee club? Well, I can't wait to here you sing! I'm Heather, taken from the goddess of music, Hathor. You'll have me for the next 3 years!" Unless you die. She didn't speak the words, but they bounced through the petite girl and the frowning boy's heads.

"Rachel, would you mind giving us a sample? I heard your excellent rendition of Don't Rain On My Parade at Sectionals." Heather smiled at her, and Rachel promptly stood up and strutted to the top of the room. "Hello, my fellow students. I'm Rachel Berry, and I have been singing since I was able to talk. My fathers - I have two gay dads- spoiled me in the arts. Now, let me show you some of my talent."

"Also, angels!" Kurt called out at her, and she blushed red. She hasn't been let off with that ever since a few months ago when she slipped it yet again into conversation. Kurt loved to annoy her with it. "Ahem, any-ways." She flustered, smoothing down her skirt.

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

There was a stunned silence when she finished. Then, slowly, Kurt and Sienna began to clap. A few people clapped, and quickly the whole room was cheering and hitting the desks. "Thank you!" She cried, bowing and scurrying back to her place.

"Kurt, do you want to sing?"

"I didn't join for singing. I joined for piano." He muttered, tapping a rhythm with his fingers on the wooden desk.

"Well, do you want to play some piano?"

"Okay." He shrugged, getting up and sitting at the grand piano. He gently pressed a few keys, and then started to play. Only a few notes in, Rachel reconsigned the tune, and he nodded at her.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel

Once again there was silence, broken by a girl with pale blonde hair in the middle row sniffing.

"That was beautiful." Someone whispered. Nobody clapped and as Rachel and Kurt took their seats there was a silence in the class. Heather broke it by strumming a guitar and laughing. "That was lovely, guys. Kurt, you're a very good piano player! Now, guys, we should show them what we can do!"

Kurt and Rachel walked out of the classroom in silent, wondering what they had done wrong. "Kurt, Rachel!" They spun around to see Heather behind them. "That performance was moving. I'm going to suggest to Idina that you go for the contest in New York."

Rachel's face lit up, but Kurt frowned. "Rach, I thought you wanted to stay with Mc Kinley? The contest would break the rules."

"Oh." Rachel stopped smiling quickly. Heather shook her head. "It will be ok. We can figure something out."

Rachel squealed, and Kurt smiled at her fondly before linking her arm – he used to do that with Mercedes, he remembered with a pang, and dragged her down the hall towards their next class, Vamp Soc which was taught by Idina herself.

The day, night? passed in a blur and soon the two found themselves outside the stables, as nervous as hell. Rachel was trembling and Kurt was trying to remember WHY he joined the class.

At least it gave him an excuse to buy designer riding clothes.

Just then a girl so small they thought she was only about 12 came up to them and checked some paper.

"Rachel Berry? Kurt Hummel? Yes, come with me."

"Excuse me!" Rachel said in her usual brash way, "Are you Rebecca?"

"No. I'm Mirwana." Rachel coughed, hiding a laugh and Kurt openly sniggered. The girl whirled around and fixed him with a glare.

"Listen here, fag. I'm THE most popular girl around here, and you, with your designer trash," She muttered, and raised an eyebrow at Rachel, "Your nose, clothes and horrific hair, are the lowest of the low."

"Now, where have we heard that before?" Kurt wondered aloud, and Rachel laughed. Mirwana stormed off, and as she went someone inside a stable flung a handful of sawdust at her. It settled in her cropped red hair and she angrily brushed it off, shooting them a poisonous glare as they were convulsed with laughter. A kid standing a few stables down ran down and high-fived the kid inside, who walked out.

"Oh my god." Kurt and Rachel said together, breathless.

"He's gay. I have an excellent gay-dar." Rachel decided, a frown on her face.

"No he's not. I have the excellent gay-dar, we are kindred spirits after all." Kurt reminded her, a small grin on his face.

"I'll trust you with that one."

The guy who had thrown sad-dust on drug girl was beautiful. He had cropped short black hair, thin face and body and was just a bit taller than Kurt. They walked closer, trying to glimpse more details.

Black eyes... High cheekbones... 5th former badge.

They both sighed in disappointment. 5th former, he was surely in a relationship by now.

They were proved right as a stunning girl, who looked exactly like him clattered into the stable, sitting on a pretty black horse that matched her. She got off and slinked over, swinging her hips saucily and kissed him, before dragging him out of the stables. The people exchanged grins, it was obvious what was next. Rachel decided to let it go, although he was gorgeous. Surely there were more beautiful guys, like Kurt? Wait, she told herself. Kurt is gay, get over it.

"Gather round!" A skinny – was everyone skinny here? - woman waved her arms and everyone walked over to her. She was stunning, as per usual for a vampyre. Long brown hair tied into a side plait and a riding hat on her hair. Wearing all black, huge heeled boots and was carrying a box.

"First of all, we have two new students. Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel."

The group, all comprised of older students, looked at them scathingly, and Rachel grabbed hold of Kurt nervously.

"You guys ever rode before?"

"Well, my two gay dads spoilt me in the arts and I requested I learn ride a horse due to the childhood fantasy of owning a pony, so I have taken a few lessons. But that was a long time ago." Rachel said, fixing a smile on her face.


"No." He said, deciding to lie and end up in the same class as Rachel, just for her support.

"We are all in the same class here," She said, winking at him, and he gaped at her, then remembered something Sienna had told them - Adult vampyres are very intuitive.

"Well, I have rode for about... A year," he admitted, and Rachel sighed at him.

"It was a long long time ago though!" He said hastily, shifting his wieght.

"Well, choose your horse," Rebecca said, gesturing towards the stalls, and they walked eagerly towards, peering into each stall.

Kurt quickly chose a beautful black, skinny horse with a white star on his nose.

"That's Chris," she says, and Kurt hugs the warm animal, sighing into it.

Rachel was having more trouble. She was stuck between a pretty palomino called Rosie or a dapple grey horse called Ant.

"Try them both," Rebecca suggested, and Rachel groaned. "Kuuurt!" She called to him. "Which one?"

"I like Rosie but Ant is lovely too," He says, as stuck as her. "Try looking at the others."

Kurt was right, Rachel soon found another dapple called Tina, which she felt was a nice tribute to her glee friend.

"Kurt, you're so smart!" She gushed, giving him a small hug.

"Thanks Rach, but I'm still gay," he said, smoothing down Chris's coat gently.

Rachel's smile dropped and she walked sullenly back to Tina, where she sat until the bell went and then started to cry.