A/N: In this story, Kurt won't be going to Dalton Academy, but he still gets to have Blaine because I love Blaine bunches and bunches. Also, Sam and Quinn never dated because Sam is an openly raging homosexual. This story started as a dream I had but I will be extending it past the end of the dream. Casey is me, so for a visual imagine a 5'10" white girl with Pink's haircut in dirty blonde, eyes the same color as Dianna Agron's (YAY ME! :D) and freckles everywhere.

A/N #2: Hope you guys like my rewrite better. I know I do. I want to thank my anonymous reviewer again for pointing out my mistake, and the rest of you guys too. Thanks for reading and being patient with me.

And I, of course, don't own Glee or any of its characters. If I did, Faberry and Brittana would've happened already instead of everyone just dancing around it. It's infuriating, man!

Casey Hart didn't expect much out of her junior year at William McKinley High School. She knew she would most likely be invisible and lonely, just as she had been her entire life. She'd never had a friend or girlfriend or anyone, really. This year would be just like every other one, and she was none too happy about it.

She kept her head down and wormed her way through the student body in the crowded hallways, making her way into her homeroom class with Mrs. Fitch. She remembers kids last year, thinking they were clever, calling her 'Fitch the Bitch' and for a good reason, too. Most of the students knew of her, and they all said they'd prefer Ms. Sylvester over her. Ms. Sylvester!

"Just my luck," she groaned as she pushed the door open.

Mrs. Fitch greeted her by screeching "Find your seat in the next 10 seconds or you'll have detention for a month!" There was a seating chart, and she quickly found her seat between a rather airheaded Cheerio and Kurt Hummel, whom she had seen roaming the halls frequently. She only knew his name because he was the only openly gay kid in the school and she admired him for being proud of who he was and for standing up for himself and his beliefs on all occasions, even if he was standing alone.

Mrs. Fitch had already taken attendance by the time the bell rang, and then spent the rest of the period explaining the rules of her classroom.

Needless to say, Casey was out of there like a bat out of hell as soon as the release bell rang.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly, and she finally found herself at her last period class. Her previous classes were all easy and the teachers seemed nice, so she hoped that, academically, this year would be painless. Her last class was Spanish 3, and she already somewhat knew and liked Mr. Schuester. As she sat in the back of the classroom, like she did in every class without a seating chart, she pulled out her notebook and a pencil. Music was her passion, second only to photography, and she was currently working on writing a song.

Casey was so engrossed in the notes and words on the pages that she didn't notice the bell ring or hear Mr. Schue speaking until he was next to her, tapping her shoulder lightly. She slammed her notebook shut and jumped about a foot in the air, which caused him to flinch.

"Jesus, you scared me!" she said quietly, seeing everyone else working on some worksheet she hadn't seen. Glancing up at the clock she saw that there was only about 5 minutes left in class and she flushed.

"Sorry. I was just making sure you were alright. You seemed pretty focused on that journal all class." Casey looked up at him and smiled apologetically. His face morphed into a concerned frown as he rested a hand on her shoulder and asked, "Have-have you been crying, Casey?"

Casey panicked when she reached a hand up to her face and found the sticky traces of tears on her face. The song had been emotional, there was no doubt about that, but she hadn't been aware that she was crying at all. "Uh, yeah, I-I guess I was." Then the bell rang and saved her from further explanation.

"Casey! Wait, I want to talk to you for a minute."

…Or not.

Casey stopped and slowly turned on her heel, apprehension evident on her face as she made her way back to him. "Y-yes, Mr. Schue?"

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just happened to notice that you were writing what looked like a song in your journal and I was wondering if…" He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away.

"If…?" Casey pushes, her head tilting to the side in question.

Mr. Schue looks back up at her and says, "If you'd like to join Glee club."

Casey's eyes widened in surprise. "Mr. Schue I-"

He held his hands out as if to tell her to stop and she flinched. "Before you say no, just hear me out. We need one more member because Lauren quit and you wouldn't even have to do much, I swear. Maybe dance around a little at the most. It'll be fun and you could make some friends too!"

She sighed and scuffed her shoes on the linoleum. "Look, Mr. Schue. I would love to join your club, I really would, but I just…I don't know if I can. Between work and school I'm always busy and I don't know if I can fit Glee into my schedule. I'm sorry."

He sighed, took a step closer to her, and rested a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and took a step back. Will frowned, but began to plead with the girl anyway. "How about this then: if you join Glee club, I'll have you switched into my homeroom and you can do your assignments for my class in there. And you're also welcome to come into my office during study hall and work on your other homework so you'll have nothing to do at home." He smiled encouragingly at her before pleading, "We need you, Casey. You obviously have some sort of musical talent and we need someone like that. I know you've had a hard time making friends these past few years, so this will be a great opportunity for you. Being invisible may seem easier than talking to people, especially here in Ignoranceville, USA, but being alone isn't all it's cracked up to be either."

Feeling tears well up in her eyes, she swallowed thickly and sighed. "When does Glee meet?"

Mr. Schuester allowed a beaming smile to overtake his face. "So does this mean you're joining?" he asked excitedly.

"It…It depends on when w-we meet. I'm b-busy, like I t-told you."

"Well, we meet Monday mornings, Wednesday afternoons, and Friday mornings. Mornings were Rachel's idea, of course." He rolled his eyes. "If you can't make it all the time that's fine. As long as you're there at least once a week, you're in."

Casey mentally ran through her schedule. The morning meetings she could do; her father was never awake before noon and wouldn't notice she was gone. The afternoon one she might have to miss though. She had to work all the time. Her shifts were always directly after school, so unless she had a day off, it wouldn't happen.

"O-okay. I can make the m-morning meetings, b-but not the Wednesday one. U-unless I'm off work that d-day."

Will's smile grew impossibly wider. "Great! We'll see you Friday then, okay?" She nodded in response, still staring intently at the floor. He was curious as to why she had yet to make eye contact with him, but said nothing. "Oh, and if you want to perform something to introduce yourself, you can. Brad, our piano guy, will be happy to play for you. And we have the Jazz band too." He realized that she might not be comfortable with that, so he added "You don't have to sing though. It's just an option."

Casey nodded again. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't be singing for them, but she didn't say that. She didn't want to let Mr. Schue down; he was a good guy and seemed to genuinely care about her. She'd never had that.

Besides, a lot can change in 4 days.

"Alright, you're free to go now. Take care of yourself, kiddo." Mr. Schue toned his smile down enough to where it didn't look like his face would split in half and waved her out. "And I expect that worksheet to be done by next class!"

Casey left McKinley and walked to work, wiping her face on her ratty jacket sleeve. The owner of the coffee shop she worked at was the sweetest older lady the teen had ever known; not that she knew very many sweet old ladies. Or sweet anybodies, really. Her boss paid her well over what she paid her other two employees because about a year ago Casey, in a panic, had let it slip that she was paying all the bills at her house and that minimum wage wasn't cutting it. Penelope was the closest thing to a mother and friend the girl had ever had.

Arriving at Coffman's Coffee, Casey quickly went into the back and got her work clothes out of her locker and headed into the bathroom to change. The fresh clothes were soft on her battered body and smelled like lavender. She thanked whatever higher power gave her Penelope and tied her apron around her neck and waist before hurrying out to help Penelope and her relatively new co-worker, Ashlynn, at the counter.

"Sorry I'm late; I had to talk to my Spanish teacher." Casey explained, hoping she wouldn't be in trouble. Penelope had never once gotten angry with her, but that didn't mean she never would.

Luckily, her boss waved her off. "Nonsense. It's quite alright, I assure you. Ashlynn and I have held down the fort fairly well, haven't we?" She then smiled at the short, pretty raven-haired girl standing next to her, who returned it.

"Yeah, we did pretty well. But," she said, taking her apron off, "My shift is officially over now that you're here and I have a hot date tonight that I need to get ready for."

Casey rolled her eyes playfully at the older girl, a smile playing on her lips. Ashlynn pointed a finger at her and she cringed inwardly.

"Hey, don't roll your eyes at me! I'll kick you're a-" the blue-eyed girl before her glanced cautiously at Penelope before correcting herself, "butt. I'll kick your butt."

Again, Casey rolled her eyes. She then warily watched Ashlynn laugh and toss a "whatever" over her shoulder as she went into the back to put her apron in her locker. When she emerged from the room, she smiled at the two women behind the counter and waved as she walked out the front door.

The tall girl couldn't help but feel relieved as her co-worker left and she began to talk with Penelope about her first day of school. She'd been entirely sure that Ashlynn had the full intent of carrying out her threat, even if it was in jest. After all, she had no reason to believe otherwise.