Hey everyone! For anyone who's new to my little slice of internet, welcome! And to anyone who's read and enjoyed some of my past fanfics or knows me as /redvinesandslushies, welcome back! This is my first fanfic in a while, but it will be multi-chapter. I wrote it because I LOVE Cheerio!Kurt and I rarely ever see fics of him where Nerd!Blaine isn't tutoring him (seriously, guys, that's getting old) or that aren't incredibly smutty. So I came up with this. I hope everyone likes it! ~Jess

Blaine hopped down the disgustingly dirty steps of the smelly, puke-yellow school bus along with all the mountain-esque Neanderthals who either couldn't pass their driving exam or had a serious criminal record. Blaine himself hadn't done any of those things, of course, but it was his first day at a public high school since the...well, the incident that had occurred almost a year before. He had spent the previous nine months (not counting the summertime) at the prestigious Dalton Academy, recovering from both the physical and mental damage that had been done. Dalton had been nice, that was for sure. But it was almost too nice, in an odd way. Blaine had both a strong sense of individuality and a longing for adventure, neither of which made their homes in the hallways occupied by the clean-cut, uniform-wearing prep-school boys of Dalton.

So Blaine wanted to start over. Well, here he was- standing on the front steps of the not-so-prestigious William McKinley High, wearing a button-down shirt, a black pea-coat, and a bowtie in his new school's colors. He'd wanted to take the bus so as not to come off as pretentious, but unfortunately the dapper outfit he'd chosen that morning kind of screamed "I'm a nerdy prep-schooler!". Blaine had realized this earlier, but had decided against wearing something more casual. Wasn't this new beginning supposed to let him display his individuality? And besides, his outfit showed school spirit...right?
Before Blaine could take another step forward, a passing football player brought his fist down on the many textbooks that were cradled in Blaine's arms, scattering them on the snowy, freezing pavement. Blaine gave a short cry of frustration, kneeling down to pick them up while the jock's malicious laughs quickly faded away into the murmur of the crowd.

So much for school spirit.

After gathering his books, picking himself up, and dusting off his now slightly scuffed-up clothing, Blaine set off towards the front doors of McKinley High. Only a few straggling students remained behind, and Blaine felt the wind pick up slightly as he pushed the doors open. Gazing up at the charcoal-grey sky, Blaine felt a single drop of rain dot the tip of his nose. Instead of brushing it off irritably, Blaine let it slide down the base of his nose and onto his upper lip. It relaxed him slightly, and he smiled faintly. There was nothing like a rainy day to make you feel peaceful.

"Hey. You're gonna be late if you stand around here much longer."

Blaine froze. Who had said that? It was a smooth, throaty voice, elegant yet sweet. Sounded like a girl, maybe. He whipped around and let his eyes land on the source of the unfamiliar voice.

His jaw dropped.

Standing in front of him, just inside the school hallway, was an angel. Or at least, a distant cousin of an angel, wearing an incredibly tight cheerleading uniform. A slim creature made purely up of long legs and sculpted arms and high cheekbones and shiny hair and-

"Hello? You okay?"

Blaine realized he'd been staring. "Uh...um...yeah. Yeah, I'm...um, I'm fine."

The angel glided forward slightly. "Are you new here?"

Blaine grinned stupidly. "Uh, yeah, I'm...I'm new..."

"What's your homeroom?"

Blaine forgot for a second. "It's...um...it's Biology!"

A playful smirk crossed the angel's delicate features. "Want me to get you there? I know a shortcut."

Somewhere in the distance, the bell rang. Blaine barely registered it. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure."

The boy (yes, it was a boy, and what a boy he was! thought Blaine) laughed softly, in a subtly flirtatious way. "Follow me." Before Blaine could say- or attempt to say- anything else, he was off, swiftly making his way down to the end of the deserted hallway. His sneakers made gentle squeaking noises on the linoleum, and Blaine couldn't help notice the way his hips swayed, as well as his positively fantastic ass...

Blaine shook himself out of his reverie and hurried after the boy, his mind whirling. The boy was absolutely gorgeous, that was for sure, and sexy as well. But the problem was...well, Blaine wasn't exactly sure if he "played for his team", per se. He hadn't really given himself up as straight or gay yet, though he had sounded slightly flirty when talking to Blaine. But it was perfectly likely that in Blaine's lovestruck state of mind, he had completely made it up.

But before he could think about what was, what wasn't, and what might possibly be (or not be) between the two of them, they were arriving at the wooden door of the biology classroom. Blaine screeched to a halt, having had to run to keep up with the other boy. (He wasn't exactly someone you could call tall.) But the other boy was as calm and collected, as Blaine assumed was usual, at least for him. "Here you are, new kid."
Blaine grinned breathlessly. "Thanks. Uh...thanks a lot."

The other boy smiled in a way that, even through Blaine's excitement, could only be described as seductive. "Don't worry about it." He brushed past Blaine gently, knocking against his shoulder ever so slightly. A thrill shot through Blaine's body, and he bit his lip to keep from saying something stupid. He let a second pass before reaching for the door handle, making sure that the angelic boy was heading back to his own homeroom when-

"Meet me in the locker room at five."

A whisper. A promise.

Blaine only grinned, and nodded.
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The classes of the day went by in a whirl of textbooks and answers and introductions and getting repeatedly slammed into lockers. By two o'clock, Blaine felt like he was ready to drop dead on the floor. Was this really how public school felt? He was used to schoolwork much more difficult than this, but in truth, the schoolwork wasn't the problem. It was the kids themselves.

"Hey, loser!" came a shout behind Blaine as he pounded down the school hallways, trying to find the History classroom. He ignored it, of course- even by this point in his public-school career, he knew that giving any sort of jerks the attention they were looking for was suicide. So he continued on, eyes locked straight ahead.

"Hey, loser, your boyfriend's looking for you!"

Blaine whipped around. Boyfriend? He had a boyfriend? Could it possibly be-

A split second later, just before Blaine realized that they had been insulting him, something ice-cold and bright blue slammed into his face and began to drip slowly down his back. He could hear the jock's shouts of triumph fading away behind him, as well as the condescending laughter of everyone else in the hallways. At that moment, the only thing that hurt more than Blaine's eyes was his wounded pride.

He never should have left Dalton.

A strong, firm hand grabbed onto Blaine's wrist and began attempting to drag him away somewhere. Blaine tried to open his eyes. Was it him? Had he returned to save Blaine once again? He was like a superhero, Blaine thought dreamily. He was amazing.

"Ex-cuse me! If you want to get cleaned up at all by the time your next class starts, you have to actually come with me, whoever-you-are."

And that was definently not him.

Blaine attempted to open his eyes, but whatever had just flown into his face was dripping down into them, nearly blinding him. He rubbed them with the back of his hand, which came away wet and sticky. "What the hell just happened?"

"Come on!" The voice was female for sure, and very bossy. Blaine had no choice but to let himself be dragged along by the girl, still trying to pry his eyes open. Stumbling over his own feet, he managed to wipe his eyes relatively clean, only to look down at himself and realize that his bowtie was absolutely ruined. Just what he needed.

He glanced up at whoever was rapidly leading him to wherever they were going, and his eyes fell on a petite, dark haired girl wearing a short skirt, kneesocks and...was that a reindeer sweater? Blaine was caught between gagging in disgust and clapping in approval. Well, he would be, if he wasn't being dragged into the nearest womens' bathroom by the oddly-dressed girl. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Finally, when they were safely inside the bathroom, the girl turned to face Blaine with an bizarrely excited look in her eye for someone who was standing in the middle of a deserted bathroom with a blue drenched-boy and wearing a reindeer sweater. "Hi!"

"Hi..." answered Blaine nervously, looking at the girl out of the corner of his eye.

She stuck out her hand, as if she wanted Blaine to shake it, then took one look at Blaine's sticky, blue-stained palm and quickly retracted it. "I'm Rachel Barbra Berry, and I'm going to be on Broadway someday." She looked straight at Blaine as she said this with such conviction that Blaine could tell that she thoroughly believed it.

However, he chose not to dwell on that. "Do you have any idea what just happened?"

Rachel Barbra Berry motioned for him to squat down in front of one of the dirty, cracked sinks. Blaine couldn't think of anything to do but comply. "You just got slushied," she said simply as she turned the faucet on. "Lean back and get your hair wet."

Blaine did so. "What does that mean? Getting slushied. I'm Blaine, by the way," he added, almost as an afterthought.

The girl shrugged and began to use a scratchy paper towel to wipe off Blaine's face. "It's a common pastime here at McKinley. You can get slushies for two dollars in the cafeteria, and when the jocks and popular kids are done with theirs, they...well, they throw it at the losers."

Blaine stared up a the moldy ceiling morosely. "Has it ever happened to you?"

Rachel scoffed and began undoing Blaine's bowtie. "Please. Weekly, if I'm lucky. All the kids in glee club are no stranger to the slushie facial."

With a start, Blaine realized what Rachel had just said. He bolted up, causing Rachel to lose her balance and fall against one of the sinks. Nevertheless, he was to excited to care. "Glee? Like, you know, glee club?"

Now it was Rachel's turn to look a him out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah...like glee club."

Blaine gave a girlish squeal of excitement. "I was in the glee club at my old school! It was so cool! Do you mind if I join yours?"

Rachel's previously suspicious face broke into a wide grin. "Of course! We always need new members. This is so fantastic! Can you sing?" Blaine nodded. "Dance?" He nodded again. Rachel clapped her hands together in excitement and gave a little hop. "Perfect! Can you come to the choir room after school tomorrow?"

Blaine grinned. "Sure! What should I sing?"

"Sing anything, it doesn't matter. Glee club accepts anyone who wants to join!"

"Wow." Blaine rubbed his hands together, slushie facial completely forgotten. "Just...wow. I'm actually really excited!"

Without any warning, Rachel leapt over to Blaine and encased him in a bone-crushing, slightly awkward hug. "I can't wait! See you there!"

Then the girl practically ran out of the bathroom, leaving Blaine alone, still wet and sticky with slushie and completely bowled over by the excess of bizarre and exciting events that had happened to him already. He'd barely been a student at McKinley for a day, but he'd already been late to class, asked out by the hottest gay guy in school, hit by a flying slushie, wiped off by a girl who wore ironic reindeer sweaters and was completely convinced that she was going to be on Broadway, and asked to join the glee club. And the day wasn't even close to over yet.

Well, thought Blaine to himself as he stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror and trying to salvage whatever was left of his previously neatly gelled hair, he had wanted adventure, hadn't he?

So...do you think I should continue with this? I actually like it a lot right now. What do you guys think?