A/N: I wasn't going to start another story, but this one's been nagging at me for ages. So... I'm throwing this out there... if you're interested in it let me know and I'll continue writing. I should state I know very little about Cheerleading, so if I get things wrong, please forgive me.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, or it's characters.
If his life was a teen movie, a Ke$ha song would be playing in the background as Kurt Hummel walked through the doors of McKinley high school, pushing his expensive, real, Ray-Ban sunglasses to the top of his head casually. The student body parted ways to let him through. Girls gawked. Guys awed. And he just continued down to his locker, pretending to be oblivious to (but secretly revelling in) the way everyone turned and stared at him.
You see, Kurt Hummel was king. He ruled the place. He was at the top of the pyramid and there was no pushing him off.
In high school terms that meant he was head cheerleader in a school where the cheerleading team was the only thing they had going for them. No other team, or club had even gotten close to a national title in the last decade. Yet the Cheerio's had won six consecutively. Which put them on top. And since Coach Sylvester had just named him head cheerleader… he was the highest you could go in the brutal, high school social hierarchy.
However all of that came to a crashing halt when he saw a boy, standing right in front of his locker. His arms were folded casually over his chest, a laid back, lazy smirk plastered to a tan face… wearing the signature red Cheerio's uniform. He stared steadily at Kurt as he approached.
'What the hell are you doing here Anderson?'
Blaine Anderson, was, well, had been once, the captain of the Cheerio's biggest rival squad, the Fireflies. Three years in a row, the Fireflies had come runner up to the Cheerio's at National's. Seeing Blaine, at McKinley, in a Cheerio's uniform both confused Kurt and sent alarm bells ringing.
Spy.
He had to be.
The boy gestured to the uniform he was wearing. 'I'm a Cheerio now.'
'You don't even go here.'
'Was that a Mean Girl's reference?' He asked, cocking his head to the side.
'No. You don't go to McKinley.'
'I do now.'
Kurt's eyes narrowed at him. 'Why?'
'The Cheerio's are the best and… I want to be the very best.' He sang the last part.
Kurt rolled his eyes. 'Like I'm ever going to let you on my squad. Get out of the way of my locker.'
Blaine stepped to the side, not looking away from Kurt. 'Too bad. I'm already on the team. I tried out for Coach Sylvester yesterday and she said I was exactly what she was looking for.'
'Wear that uniform all you want Anderson, you will never be one of us.'
'Scared Hummel? Afraid that I'll be better than you? That I'll take your place as Queen Bee in this hole of a school?'
Kurt slammed his locker shut and turned to Blaine with a glare. 'I really hope transferring here wasn't too much of a hassle because I'm sure in a few weeks you'll be begging them, and your old squad to take you back. You can't keep up with us, and you don't belong here, you never will. I'm not scared of you at all. I'm just being honest. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an algebra class to get.'
Blaine's grin was wide. 'What a coincidence. Me too.'
Kurt let out a low growl as he turned away from Blaine and stalked off towards his classroom.
This was going to be an exhausting year.