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Chapter 1

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Kurt Hummel; Everyone knew him as McKinley's gay guy and resident Nerd. At his locker, he looked into his small mirror, pushed his wire-rimmed glasses with his index finger back up onto his nose and gathered his books for his French class. Mrs. Coulter. The monotonous, no fun, bore of a teacher, everyone clearly didn't like.

Kurt loved French, was actually pretty decent at french. He kept an A- in the class thank you very much.

And he was a nerd. He was quite reserved and known for being in the Math Club; and also for trying to run for class president. This year, his competition was the blonde and most ditzy Cheerleader, Brittany S. Pierce, and of course, the popular stuck up-think-she's-a-know-it-all-reindeer sweater wearing Rachel Berry.

Wishing it was already the end of the day, he sighed, closing his locker, and made his way to his classroom.

"Hi!" A familiar, giddy voice said from behind Kurt.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Rachel." He stated plainly.

"So how is running for class president comin' along?" she said, as she annoyingly flipped her hair.

"Um, ok. Thanks for asking…"

"Well. I have to say that this year will be the best! We all know who's gonna win!"

Kurt stopped. "Rachel, do you EVER get tired of talking?" he said with an unpleasant tone.

She huffed. "What's THAT supposed to mean, Kurt?"

He stalked away, ignoring her, walking into Mrs. Coulter's classroom. He sat gracefully in his seat and pulled out a notebook and pencil.

"Thank GOD!" Puck walked in, pumping his fist triumphantly. "No more bore of a teacher! Class dismissed….!" He grinned and bowed before the students.

"I don't think so. Sit down…" A firm voice stated, a short, muscular man with clean slacks, a blue bowtie, and hair gelled back with far too much product for his own good, strode into the classroom, setting his briefcase on the desk.

Must be the teacher. He took out the attendance sheet and said, "Ok. Everyone please take your seats and we'll get started. I'm Mr. Anderson."

"I'd like to get started with you too, Mr. Anderson. Wanky!" Santana said with a profound wink at the teacher and smirked, sitting down.

Class settled and began.

"Brittany Pierce?"

"President!" she smiled.

"Lindsay Jones?"

"Here."

"Noah Puckerman?"

"It's Puck." Puck grimaced. "OnlyMy mama calls me Noah."

The teacher rolled his eyes.

Meanwhile, Kurt was texting his best friend, Mercedes about maybe going to the mall after school. TGIF, Kurt thought, and sighed.

"Kurt Hummel?"

No answer.

Kurt was poking furiously at his phone, tongue sticking out in deep concentration.

"Yo! Lady Hummel!" Santana hollered from across the room.

Kurt jumped, startled. He looked up and mumbled, "Oh, Here."

"Kurt, are you texting during my class?" Mr. Anderson cocked an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest.

The class all chanted, "Oooo…"

"N-no…" Kurt tried to discreetly put his phone away, but Mr. Anderson was no fool. He walked over to Kurt and held out his hand with a displeased look.

"Now."

Kurt blushed and withdrew his phone from under the desk. Damn it.

"See me after class, Kurt." Mr. Anderson said, taking the phone and walking back up front.

Shit. Kurt huffed.

"Ok, class, open your workbooks to page 12. Let's start from there." Mr. Anderson turned around to write something on the chalkboard, and Kurt found himself gazing at his round, supple ass, trying not to look TOO obvious.

Yes, Kurt was a virgin. He never really watched THOSE sort of movies or looked at THOSE sort of magazines. He really thought of himself as a baby penguin when it came to things like this.

Though now, Kurt was watching the way Mr. Anderson's biceps flexed when he scribbled something across the board. Kurt subconsciously licked his lips and mumbled, "Mmmm…"

He finds him extremely good looking. Despite the fact that he just took his phone.

Yeah, this should be an interesting year….