So this chapter is kind of like the build-up of them getting together, after this the 'snapshots' will be parts of their relationship. They'll be in chronological order but not like an everyday thing, just little bits here and there. If anyone has any ideas for what they'd like to see then please tell me; I have several ideas but I'm always thirsty for more Gleggie :D

On Maggie's first day at her new high school, she was partnered up with Glenn for an English project. She collected her timetable from the main office and then walked into the classroom half an hour late, and tried not to shift uncomfortably when everyone stared at her.

The teacher, a kind-looking older woman named Ms. Peletier, came over to greet her, and the rest of the class began chattering among themselves again, their interest in her rapidly deteriorating. Ms. Peletier quickly explained that they were halfway through Macbeth, and offered to arrange some catch-up sessions when Maggie admitted she'd never read it before. "We're currently doing a project on Macbeth's wife, Lady Macbeth; obviously you won't know much, but I think I'll put you with Glenn anyway. Just so you see what kind of work we do in class." She led her towards a desk at the back of the room (and oh God everyone was watching them again), and a young Asian guy glanced up at them with a small smile.

'Glenn' had almond-shaped, hazel eyes and black hair that contrasted nicely with his tawny skin colour, and he gazed at her inquisitively but not unkindly, before shifting his glance over to Ms. Peletier.

"This is Maggie," the teacher explained. "She just started here today – could you please explain what we've done so far in Macbeth to her and just show her the kind of stuff we do?"

"Sure," Glenn agreed, pushing most of his stuff to one side. Ms. Peletier gestured for her to sit down in the empty space next to him and handed her a worn copy of the play. The teacher gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading back to her desk.

By the end of the lesson, Maggie's heart had started to beat at a reasonable pace, and she had a new friend (she hoped). Glenn was sweet, just slightly on the side of shy and awkward, and had seemed genuinely interested when he asked her about her family and why she'd moved here (though he was careful to add 'as long as that's not too personal' after every question). He even offered to take her to her next class, and then after ninety minutes of algebra that made no sense to her, she walked out of the classroom after everyone else to find Glenn waiting patiently for her.

"Thought you might want to dump your stuff," he said when she noticed him. "They haven't given you a locker, yet, right?" At her nod, he continued, "I don't have much in mine, you can put it in there."

"Thanks," she said quietly, readjusting her folders in her arms and ducking her head. She wasn't usually so shy, but Glenn was so nice to her (and cute) that she felt self-conscious around him. She wondered if he had a girlfriend – probably, she shouldn't get her hopes up.

Thankfully his locker was out of the way of the crowded corridors and there was little to no noise as he fiddled with the combination lock and shoved his stuff in. He placed hers inside noticeably gentler, and Maggie was so focused on watching his long, delicate fingers at work that she missed his question.

"Huh?" she asked, and then slapped herself internally. Way to make yourself look attractive.

Glenn just grinned. "I was wondering if you wanted to wait a minute before going to get lunch from the cafeteria. It's busy down there at first." He shut his locker again and spun the dial, then shoved his hands in his pockets.

"That'd be great, thanks." She sighed and leant back against the lockers, running her hands over her face. "Sorry, just…new day and stuff. Tiring."

"I get it." He mimicked her, ruffling his hair so that it stuck up slightly. She got the urge to run her hands through it. "Not a new day for me but I'm still tired."

There was comfortable silence for a few minutes, Glenn seeming to sense that she didn't want to talk. She got the sense he was a guy who liked to fill silences, though, so she put him out of his misery. "Hey, I don't want to be the needy new girl—"

"You're not," Glenn countered immediately, jumping to attention.

"It's just my sister – Beth – she started today as well, two grades below. I guess I should go check and make sure she's doing good, see if she's met anybody."

"Oh. Sure! Let's go look for her."

True to her prediction, Glenn kept up a constant stream of chatter as they walked, which surprisingly soothed her nerves rather than grating on them. She felt bad for not being very responsive when he was being so friendly, and eventually when he paused for breath, she blurted out, "Sorry for taking up your lunchtime, you probably have better things to be doing."

Glenn turned to look at her as he answered, nearly tripping over his own feet and steadying himself at the last minute. "If by better things you mean sitting on a suspiciously damp bench and throwing lettuce at a group of misfits that I call my friends, then yeah, sure, I have better things to be doing."

She laughed abruptly, surprising herself, and was searching for a good response when they reached the bottom of the stairs and she saw her sister's distinctly blonde ponytail in a crowd of people. "Oh, Beth!" She pointed him out to Glenn. "Looks like she's found some people."

Glenn squinted at the group. "Yeah, that boy next to her – that's Carl. He's Rick's brother – Rick's my friend – and pretty cool, he'll be making sure she's okay."

Maggie sighed in relief. "Good." She nodded, reassuring herself that everything was fine. "Sorry. I worry a lot."

Glenn just smiled at her. "That's what people say about me," he said conversationally. "Maybe we should work on that sometime." She laughed again, and the sound seemed to attract Beth's attention. She glanced up and saw her sister, said something to Carl briefly and slipped over.

"You alright?" she asked when she got closer, smiling at her older sister.

"I should be asking you that," Maggie teased. "Yeah, I'm good. You?"

Beth nodded. "Carl's in most of my classes so he's showing me around. He's nice."

"Okay, meet you outside the gates after school?" Her sister nodded, and she hugged her briefly before she returned to her group, slipping in easily.

"Thanks," she said to Glenn, suddenly feeling shy again. "Um, so, cafeteria?"

"Yeah, sure. You vegetarian? Because we do have a vegetarian option but it's kind of gross."

"Nah, I'm an omnivore. Daddy runs a farm, so I've always been brought up to eat practically everything."

"You live on the farm as well?" Again, there was actual interest in his voice.

"Yeah, I get up early to help out with the feeding, and same when I get back, and then at the weekends I do odd jobs like grooming the horses, milking the cows and stuff."

"That's so cool. My parents are really boring, they're both surgeons, and my sisters are pretty much the same. Two are lawyers, one's a doctor, and another one's studying biomechanics." He rolled his eyes. "And then there's me, barely getting ninety percent in my Math classes."

"So all of your sisters are older?"

"Yeah. They're not around much but it's great when I do see them. They're really nice, and very…unlike my parents in a lot of ways. They're the, uh, pushy types."

"Ah, I get you. Must be a pain."

Glenn shrugged. "It is what it is." He opened a door for her, and noise hit her like a brick wall. "This is about as quiet as the cafeteria gets, unfortunately." He didn't look too happy about it either.

"It's okay," Maggie said, though it kind of wasn't and she kind of wanted to run away immediately. And kind of wanted to cling to him and bury her face in the junction between his neck and shoulder and breathe in his smell.

"Don't have to queue though, we can just grab lunch and then head outside, so we don't have to be in here for ages." He was waiting for her to move, she realised, so she nodded and stepped forward, Glenn at her side. "It's a lot quieter outside, there's usually just us. Sometimes people walk through but a lot of people don't eat on the benches ever since they have teachers checking that we're not smoking out there."

"Anyone you sit with smoke?"

"Daryl, sometimes. Not with us, though. Says if he's fucking up his lungs then he's not going to fuck up ours."

Maggie smiled. Somehow Glenn still managed to sound innocent when he swore. "Daryl seems like a considerate guy."

"He is, when you get to know him. Don't be offended, by the way, if he seems a bit closed off at first. That's just how he is. He's also, um…well, you'll see."

"Thanks for the heads-up." She considered the array of soggy sandwiches before her and settled on something that had chicken in it somewhere. Glenn made the same choice, and they headed back out. "Anything else I should know?"

"Rick and Shane have been friends since they were in the womb, Andrea has a massive crush on Shane, Shane has a massive crush on Lori, Lori has a massive crush on Rick, and Rick doesn't have a crush on anyone. Well, I have a theory that he likes Shane, but that's not confirmed yet. Um, Michonne does fencing and she loves swords…and her and Andrea used to hate each other but they're like sisters now. I think that's it. Oh, wait. Tara is gay, so I hope you don't have a problem with that."

"Course not. You got any dark secrets?"

"Only the three dead bodies in my basement," he said, then immediately groaned. "Crap, sorry. I always forget that new people might not have the same sense of humour."

"You're lucky I do then," Maggie grinned. Damn it, this crush wasn't going to be going away anytime soon. She'd never felt so attracted to anyone within the space of a few hours.

Glenn pushed open a door and sunlight streamed in to the dark end of the corridor. She walked out slowly, letting her eyes adjust and relishing the soft breeze that washed over her skin, and then followed Glenn over to a table. A girl with dreads was throwing pieces of bread at a blonde-haired girl, who was resolutely picking them up and throwing them back, and a brunette girl was staring at two guys with curly hair as they chatted. A boy with long hair was glaring around at them all, but when he got hit by a piece of bread he smiled a little, before immediately scowling and hitting the dread-locked girl in the eye with a piece of lettuce. Another girl was sitting on the ground next to them, making a daisy-chain and ignoring the general violence of the table. Glenn sighed. "Welcome to my friends," he said in a deadpan tone. Maggie giggled as they walked over, sitting down on the unoccupied seats next to each other.

The others didn't seem to notice their arrival, too wrapped up in their conversations or bread wars, so Glenn took the time to point them out. The girl with dreads was Michonne and the blonde was Andrea, the brunette Lori. Glaring guy was Daryl, the two other guys were Rick and Shane, and the daisy-chain girl was Tara.

Daryl was the only one who looked up when he heard his name, and he squinted at her. "Who's this?" he asked gruffly, picking something out of his sandwich.

"Maggie. She's new," Glenn replied, seemingly undisturbed by the chaos going on around them.

"Hi," she said quietly, as a piece of tomato flew by her nose.

Daryl nodded. "Maybe we'll finally have one sane person in the group. Chinaman's batshit insane with the rest of us."

"Korean, Daryl," Glenn said, but he didn't seem annoyed, more amused. "I'm Korean, not Chinese."

Daryl snorted, not looking at him. "Slitty eyes is slitty eyes."

Maggie's mouth dropped open slightly, but then Tara on the ground piped up, "You'll get used to Daryl and his perpetual racism. He's just a redneck who can't let go of his ways."

That finally got the others to look up, all looking comically surprised at the new girl sitting with them. "Oh," the one called Andrea said, dropping a piece of bread onto her lap.

"This is Maggie," Glenn said for her, taking a bite of his sandwich. "She's new."

"Hi," she repeated, not sure where to look. Tara took the pressure off her by exclaiming suddenly, holding up her daisy chain for them to see with a proud smile on her face.

"Beautiful," Michonne said, dipping her head so Tara could place it on her. "I feel like a queen."

"You're already a queen to us, Mich," Andrea grinned, punctuating her statement by chucking some more bread at her.

"So Daryl…" Glenn was getting her stuff out of his locker again, handing her the folders and books. She looked over at him when he spoke. "Probably should have mentioned the whole racism thing." He straightened, holding his own stuff. "His brother's an asshole, his dad's…we don't know exactly, but he's not great, Daryl never talks about him or invites us round to his house, so we reckon he's kind of a crappy dad… so Daryl's kind of rough around the edges. When we first met him, he was really bad at showing affection so he just did what his dad and brother always did. Now when he insults us it's just his way of saying 'I love you guys'."

"Should I expect any insults?"

Glenn chewed on his lip. "Only if the rest of us call you it. He's gotten better now that he doesn't think he has to be like his family. I mean, he calls Tara a rug-muncher, but we all call her that. She calls herself that. It's…it sounds horrible, but it's…we're not being mean, it's just that—"

"I get it," she grinned. "Like how he calls you 'Chinaman'?"

"Exactly. It's affectionate more than insulting." Glenn came to a stop and pointed towards a corridor. "Your classroom's down there. Mine's on the other side of the school, or I'd wait with you, but…"

"It's fine." He didn't look convinced, so she reached out and squeezed his arm. "Really. Just…first day nerves, they're going now. Don't be late because of me."

"Okay." He still didn't go. "Just…have fun, yeah? Come find me at the end of the day if you need to. I'll be at my locker for a few minutes."

"Of course." With that, he finally walked off, even though he looked guilty about it. She smiled after him until he was gone from sight, waving shyly when he turned around to check on her, and then walked down the corridor, looking at every door until she came to hers. To her relief (because it was a bit more than just first-day nerves despite what she had told Glenn) she found Tara outside as well. The girl looked up when she hear footsteps, shaking hair off her face.

"You got Chemistry with Dr. Ecom too?" Tara asked, smiling at her. Maggie nodded. "Cool. I think we're doing a practical today – we can work together if you want. I don't really have a partner. They're more fun than theory lessons, for me anyway, but they can be a bit messy, so we'll have to find you an apron."

"That'd be good." Maggie glanced around and, seeing nobody was too close, asked, "Hey, you know Glenn?"

"I do." Tara chewed her lip.

"Um…does he like, have a girlfriend or anything? Just, there was nobody at lunch and stuff, so I was wondering…" She trailed off when she noticed Tara grinning at her knowingly. "I'm not asking because—"

"You like him." Tara nodded. "If I wasn't gay, I probably would. He's super sweet. And kind of dorky. But he'd be a great boyfriend. Go for it."

"I only just met him!" Maggie protested. "Besides, I didn't even say I liked him," she added as an afterthought, realising that maybe her argument wasn't too convincing.

"Oh, Maggie." Tara shook her head sympathetically. "You can't hide from me. My lesbian senses see all." She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen a few times. "Here." She handed it over to Maggie. "Put your number in."

Maggie obediently typed it in and handed it back, not seeing the point in protesting that she liked Glenn. Sure, it was just a small crush, but what was the harm in admitting it? Tara seemed pretty trustworthy, with a playful air around her that made Maggie like her instantly.

"I'll text you Glenn's number tonight. Just talk to him about anything, we had a conversation about like, cheese, or something once. He's easy to talk to. Plus whenever we give him shit about never having a girlfriend he just says that nobody is right for him, and then we're like 'well who is' and he's all like 'well' and then goes on a rant and he describes someone who seems a lot like you." She smiled. "As far as I can tell, anyway. I mean, it's been one day but you're pretty cool and well, pretty. I met my girlfriend at a party and she asked me out within like half an hour, and it's been, what? Three years. So go for it, you don't have to know someone forever to know that you like them."

Maggie felt her cheeks heating up, partially because of the compliments but also because she actually felt like she might have a chance. "What's she called?" she asked instead.

"Denise. She's at college now. Studying psychiatry." Tara smiled dreamily. "She's awesome. She has like blonde hair and glasses and her eyes are really pretty."

Sensing Tara was about to go off into a daydream, Maggie risked another question. "You really think Glenn would like me?"

Tara snorted. "Um, definitely." A tall man with an austere expression opened the door and beckoned them in, barely giving Maggie a second glance. As she sat down next to Tara at one of the long lab tables, the girl whispered, "Glenn's like my best friend, I know him well. Trust me when I say he definitely likes you already. I could tell at lunchtime."

When Maggie got home that night she went up to her room to change. She had a new text from Tara (saying hey, giving her Glenn's number and then asking how she'd found the chemistry experiment) and replied while kicking off her jeans and hunting for her tracksuit bottoms. She saved Glenn's number to her contacts and, before, she could chicken out of it, sent him a quick text. 'Hey, it's Maggie. Tara gave me your number, hope that's okay?' She debated adding an 'x' for a good minute and then finally did, hitting send before she could second-guess herself.

She plugged it in to charge as she headed off to tend to the animals, kissing her dad on the cheek and grabbing an apple to put her on until dinner when she came back in. She had four texts waiting when she got back, one from Tara, which read 'HAVE YOU TEXTED GLENN YET' and three from Glenn, which read 'Hair care products', 'Damn it', and then 'Hi, Maggie, it turns out I can't use technology. How did you find today?x'

Today just got a whole lot better.

(Glenn had been trying to send a message to his sister about shampoo when hers had popped up, she found out two weeks later.)

Rick and Shane were both on the school's football team – of course – and on Friday Maggie agreed to tag along to watch the game. She had spent a week with the strange group now and felt comfortable around them, mostly Glenn and Tara, but she had adjusted herself to Daryl's slightly acidic personality and Michonne's ranting about swords as well.

They got into the stadium half an hour early, sitting close together to keep warm. Tara raised her eyebrows when she saw Maggie practically in Glenn's lap, so she made an extra effort to look like she was freezing to death. "Why'd we get here so early?" she asked, rubbing her hands together. Glenn pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and she slipped them on gladly, smiling at him in thanks.

"Good seats, chance to hang out…" Andrea trailed off.

Michonne chipped in. "We're sad people who have nothing better to do, Maggie. Sorry we dragged you into this."

"Sorry you got dragged into Michonne and her swords," Tara teased from next to her.

"Hey! Swords are awesome!"

"Better than Lori and her obsession with Benedict Cumberbatch," Andrea pointed out. "Or Glenn and his video games."

Glenn squeaked indignantly. "Give games a chance," he protested. "You've never even played any!"

"I so have," Andrea retorted, sitting up straight. "I played Grand Theft Auto for like an hour, and I played Mortal Kombat with my dad once."

"Oh my God, Andrea, you're just embarrassing yourself. Just…stop, please."

"Even I've played more than that," Lori snorted, pulling a beanie on.

"I played the Uncharted games," Tara volunteered.

"I've never played any," Maggie admitted. "I mean, I'm always doing something on the farm so I never even thought about it."

"Okay, you're excused," Glenn said, but with a heavy sigh. "The rest of you have no excuse for not playing video games."

"My excuse is that I'm not lame," Michonne muttered.

"I…I'm hurt, I don't know what to say." Glenn made a show of clutching at his heart. "Your betrayal cuts deep."

"If you don't shut up my sword will cut you deeper."

Maggie was distracted by being so close to Glenn, his body warmth so close to hers, that when she laughed she slid off his lap and landed on the concrete. "Ow," she groaned, but she was still laughing so it didn't have much dramatic effect to it. Everyone else laughed at her, and when other students began filling the stands they got a few weird stares.

Maggie just leant back against Glenn's legs as the laughing wore down to a few weak giggles, and pretended not to be disappointed when she stopped and had no excuse to stay on the ground. But when she reclaimed her seat, Glenn slowly looped his arm around her waist to hold her to him, and both of them pretended not to notice Tara grinning while the others remained oblivious.

"I finally got my own locker," Maggie said, grinning. "Only took them two weeks to deem it necessary that I have one." She was tired from doing her homework late last night, but at least it was Friday.

"Ooh, is it at least in a prime location?" Glenn asked. He always waited for her outside the gates before school now, just so she had someone to walk in with.

"It's right next to yours." She chanced a look at him, worried he was getting sick of her by now. She sent every moment at school with him or the rest of the 'misfits', and after school she texted him near-constantly.

"Awesome," he enthused. "Now I can rant at you about video games between every single period!"

Maggie pretended to faint. "I knew there was a reason I felt depressed when they told me," she sighed dramatically, and giggled when he poked her in the ribcage, right where she was ticklish.

There had definitely been something between them that both of them realised but neither of them acted on, both too scared that the other wasn't interested in the same way. Glenn had told himself it was time to man up – or woman up, his sisters were a lot braver than he was, and Andrea would kick his butt into next week if he heard her even insinuating that women weren't as good as men – so when Maggie closed her locker and looked up at him, he took a step closer and put his hands on her shoulders. "I…" he began, then decided to just go for it, because Maggie's pupils were dilated and she was breathing fast and Tara had been telling him to go for it for ages now, so he just leant in and kissed her. It was a little awkward, because he'd never kissed before and he didn't think Maggie had either, but after the initial second of lips just being against each other they found a rhythm and oh my God it was heaven.

They only broke apart when they needed to breathe, but Maggie wasn't willing to give up the embrace so she leant her forehead against his as they tried to catch their breath, bumping her nose against his. "Sorry," Glenn said, though he wasn't sure what he was sorry for seeing as Maggie seemed to have enjoyed herself.

"Me too," Maggie gasped. "For not doing that sooner."

Glenn grinned at her and then laughed softly. "Kind of want to do it again."

"Me too."

It was much better that time, soft and sweet and passionate. Glenn cupped her face and tangled his fingers in her hair and she sighed into his mouth. They could feel each other's smiles.

They were interrupted by a loud shriek and then a click as Tara found them and took a picture, running off to tell the others. "I called it!" she yelled triumphantly at them as she sprinted down the corridor, waving her phone in the end.

Maggie couldn't help chuckling, leaning against Glenn's chest. "She kept telling me to go for it," she admitted.

"Me too. Sneaky little shit." They both laughed as she disappeared round a corner. "Hey." She looked up at him questioningly. "Want to go out somewhere tonight?"

"Like a date?"

"Um, yeah. Like a date. If you want it to be a date, of course, if you don't then it's not but if you do then—"

Maggie grinned and intertwined their fingers. "Let's go out on a date, Glenn."

-I have this headcanon that Maggie was really shy in high school but became more confident as she grew older

-Also I hope nobody's offended by me using the term "rug-muncher", I just used it because I wanted to bring in the kind of insulting teasing dynamic and it's what my mum calls me ever since I came out to her
-Also Glenn is just the cutest
-And I kind of just made up some shit about his sisters so I hope nobody's too offended by it
-Love you all
-Comments would be great
-I have my first a-level exam tomorrow and I haven't revised at all lmao