Alright so this is the first chapter of my story. I apologize for any mistakes, and for my crappy writting. I wrote this quickly and I'm not that great of a writer. I'm not entirely happy with it... but hey its the first chapter of my first fanfic. I have many ideas for the story so I will try to keep updating a lot. Read if you wish.

WARNING: This fanfic contains a few spoilers for season 2.

Chapter 1: The New Boy

It was September. This meant a completely new school wardrobe for Kurt Hummel. He wouldn't be caught dead in one of his previously worn outfits from last year. The diva was more confident of himself this year. He knew who he was and was sure as hell not scared of showing it. No one was going to push him around this year, well at least he hoped not.

As Kurt pulled into a parking spot, he spotted the dumpster. Standing by the dumpster were a few members of the football team who were eagerly waiting for his arrival. Kurt cringed at the thought of being tossed in the dumpster again. He had forgotten about the dumpster tosses and he most certainly did not miss it. Last year, the dumpster tosses had stopped, and Kurt hoped that it was done with.

There was no way in hell that Kurt was going to let them go through with it again. Enough was enough and he wasn't going to stand for it any longer. Still looking at the football players, Kurt turned off the ignition and sighed. He sat there for a moment watching them through his designer sunglasses. They were ready to pounce at their prey and attack.

Kurt slowly grabbed his bag off of the passenger seat before exiting his car. Kurt slammed his car door shut and locked his car. He could tell that the football players were aware of his presence. He could feel them watching him.

Kurt closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. You can do this. You are better than them. He removed his sunglasses and began walking towards them with his head held high. As he drew nearer, he began to feel not so confident.

"Welcome back fag." Kurt flinched at Karofsky's harsh welcome. The boys positioned themselves so Kurt could not sneak past them. Kurt was left with no choice but to give in. He found himself pulling his bag off his shoulder and removing his new Marc Jacobs Sweater. Using all his strength, Kurt shoved his bag and sweater into Noah Puckerman's chest.

"Do not get even one speck of dirt on my Marc Jacobs sweater or there will be hell to pay," Kurt warned jabbing a finger into Pucks shoulder.

Puck just smirked at Kurt. "Let's do this boys." Before he knew it, he was lifted off the ground and tossed into a pile of garbage. Kurt just laid there and sighed, listening to the laughter of the football players. Kurt couldn't believe he was stupid enough to believe that Glee club could change Noah Puckerman. Clearly, he was the same old bad ass self.

"Oh how I missed this." Kurt mumbled as he felt his sweater and bag land on his chest. Keeping his clothes clean at school was unavoidable.

"You know you all are going to work for me one day!" Kurt called out.

"Just keep telling yourself that Hummel." Kurt continued to lay there, hopeless, listening to their laughter fade away. Kurt shut his eyes and sighed. He had failed and because of that, he came to realise that this year was going to be just as bad as last year. Kurt got a whiff of the garbage smell and immediately started to gag. Disgusting!

Kurt could hear soft tapping coming from the side of the dumpster, "Kurt?"

Kurt opened his eyes to see a familiar face looking down at him. "What is my boy doing in the dumpster?"

"What do you think Mercedes?" Kurt smiled at an angry Mercedes, he couldn't help it. He was glad to have a friend like her.

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Well come on," Mercedes said as she held out her hand," were going to be late."

Kurt sat up and gladly took her hand. He was instantly pulled up on to his feet and with help from his friend, Kurt jumped out of the dumpster. Immediately, Kurt began wiping himself off hoping to remove any garbage that may have stuck to him.

"Disgusting," Kurt scolded as he flicked a wrapper off his shoulder, "is my outfit okay?"

Kurt was beginning to worry about how he looked; he couldn't enter the school looking horrible, especially on the first day.

Mercedes handed Kurt his jacket and bag, "You look fine, trust me."

"I knew I should have brought an extra outfit today," Kurt frowned knowing this was the start of a very bad day.

"Kurt, ¿Cuál es la respuesta a la pregunta siete?"

Kurt stared blankly at his Spanish teacher. It was their first day back and was already making them do textbook work. Kurt knew he was going to make a fool out of himself for not knowing the answer. Before he could make a fool of himself by blurting out a random answer, there was a knock at the door.

The door opened and there stood , the guidance counsellor. "Sorry um, , I was just showing Sam around the school, he is one of our new students."

smiled warmly, "Well come on in"

Ms. Pillsbury stepped back, allowing the boy to walk into the classroom. Kurt's eyes fell on the boy and felt his jaw drop which he quickly shut before anyone could notice. Kurt looked as if he just caught a glimpse of Marc Jacob's new collection. He couldn't look away. The first thing Kurt noticed was his eyes. The boys' eyes were so blue. He'd never seen eyes so beautiful, and they were absolutely perfect. The boy was tall but not as tall as Finn; he was gigantic.

Sam gave a shy crooked smile as he ran fingers through his well-kept dirty blond hair. Kurt liked that he took proper care of his hair as well as his skin, another thing Kurt had noticed.

"Hi, I'm Sam Evans," He held out his hand to Mr. Shuster and they shook hands. Kurt's eyes drifted down to the boys' strong, muscular arm and smiled.

"He is so fine."

Kurt's eyes darted around the room; clearly no one had heard him. Thank god. Kurt's eyes then moved to the cheerleaders sitting in front of him who were whispering and giggling. He could feel his grip tighten on his pencil.

"He is so hot!"

"I know right?" the brunette cheerleader whispered to her blonde friend. "I am going to sleep with him by the end of the – OUCH!" The irritated brunette whipped her head back, looking in Kurt's direction.

"What the hell Hummel?" she whispered angrily.

"Sorry Santana," he whispered innocently, "my pencil just slipped out of my hand." Kurt gave her an evil smirk as she scolded at him.

"But your hands aren't wet," Kurt and Santana's heads turned to the confused blonde who was looking very closely at Kurt's hands.

An annoyed Santana rolled her eyes at the dumb blonde, "Shut up Brittany." Before turning around, Santana gave Kurt a terrifying death glare that wiped the smirk right off his face. He didn't dare to ask her to pick up his pencil.

"Take a seat Sam." Kurt's eyes darted back to the new kid who was slowly making his way to an empty seat in front of Brittany and Santana.

Sam's eyes shifted in Kurt's direction. Kurt felt his eyes widen and he quickly picked up his mirror and began fixing his hair. Looking concentrated at what he was doing; Kurt carefully shifted his eyes in the new boys' direction, hoping he did not catch him staring.

Kurt's eyes followed him as he took his seat. He watched as Brittany smiled at Santana for encouragement before leaning over to tap the boy on the shoulder. The boy looked back to find Santana leaning over her desk.

"Hey new boy, I'm Santana, this is Brittany." Brittany waved at him.

The new boy turned right around and smiled his crooked smile. "Nice to meet you" Kurt lowered his mirror and began to grip it tightly in his hand. "This might be weird of me asking right away but would you want to go out sometime?" This made Kurt's heart sink. He couldn't believe he was asking that cheerleading skank out. He knew that he would make the better date.

"Yea," Santana smiled at Brittany who smiled right back, "definitely."

The new boy leaned closer to Santana with a devilish smile, "Great, how about Friday?"

Santana smiled playfully, biting her lip.

"Per-ow!" Santana whipped her head back at Kurt looking completely terrifying, "Kurt Hummel you are such a queer!" Kurt could not believe that he just threw his mirror at her head.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could speak he was interrupted, "Is there a problem?" Kurt looked up at the front of the room and saw looking at them along with the rest of the class.

"No ," Kurt mumbled as he lowered his head, "no problem."

Kurt felt humiliated. He thought that the new boy probably thinks he's some sort of freak. First he threw a pencil and then a mirror at Santana, which he thought was immature of him, and then she goes and calls him a Queer.

"Stupid, stupid Kurt," Kurt whispered to himself blocking out rambling on in Spanish. Not only did he make a fool of himself in front of the new boy but he also lost his favourite mirror. Kurt regretted that.

Kurt looked at the new boy and sighed. If only he could turn around so he could see that pretty face of his again. Kurt wanted him badly and would do anything to steal him away from Santana. There was no way that the boy was going to like Santana. Kurt came to the conclusion that new boy was his man.

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