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Chapter One:

New Beginnings

He'd be lying if he said it wasn't love at first sight. The minute he laid eyes on him from across the parking lot of McKinley High the only thing he could focus on aside from his haircut (either he'd been styled by Stevie Wonder or that mohawk was on purpose) was how incredibly gorgeous he was. He also couldn't help but notice the rips and tears in his jeans (again whether on purpose or by accident he was unsure) and the holes in his t-shirts. Did he have Freddy Krueger as a drycleaner or was he getting all his hand-me downs from the Hulk? Seriously, this kid needed major styling advice. He didn't have time to offer his services, however, because before he could even begin to approach him he was gripped roughly from behind and swung over the shoulder of a prosimian in a letterman jacket and carried, kicking and screaming, to the corner of the lot where the tanned mohawked boy was standing with his friends.

"What about this one?" his kidnapper asked. "He's got a freaking purse."

"It's not a purse, you ape, it's a satchel! Indiana Jones had one!" the young boy yelled. The mohawked boy glanced at the small pale student slung over his friend's shoulder for a second before deciding. With a nod of his head the kidnapper got the go-ahead to thrust the milky skinned boy unceremoniously into the dumpster behind the gaggle of jocks. He landed with a soft plop on what he assumed to be garbage but was horrified to learn was actually someone's outfit of choice.

"Oww! Watch it!" hissed the girl who was unfortunate enough to be wearing such a hideous ensemble.

"Excuse me if I didn't see your signal lights on so I could execute a soft landing, but I didn't intend to be sent toppling over into a dumpster my first day of high school!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just, I've been stuck in here since my dads dropped me off at daybreak. I wanted to get here early to introduce myself to all my teachers and ask the principal if he'd be opposed to me singing the national anthem at this morning's assembly when I was assaulted by these barbarians and tossed into this dumpster. I've been here ever since and I really need to pee."

Hoping she couldn't see him roll his eyes in the dark of the trash bin he realized the first day of high school hadn't even started yet and, if his present company were any indication, he'd already been branded a loser. Sighing in defeat he clutched his satchel and wished the day could be over so he could retreat to his room and listen to the Dreamgirls soundtrack on repeat.

Ignoring his sigh the girl thrust out her hand amicably and announced, "I'm Rachel Barry and I'm going to be a star. I learned from my idol, Barbara Streisand, that you have to be confident in your dreams and state your plans for the future at every possible moment so that with enough determination and conviction you can ensure they come to fruition."

His head still whirring from her introduction he anxiously extended his hand and said, "I'm Kurt Hummel." He had to be on his toes with this one; this Rachel girl looked like the type of person who shook your hand with one hand but stabbed you in the back with the other.

"Pleased to meet you, Kurt," she said. After a moment's silence she said, "I think the Neanderthals have retreated. Would you mind giving me a lift? I can't exactly pull myself up; it's why I've been here so long."

"Umm, sure," he replied. Before lacing his hands together in a makeshift step he pondered aloud, "Do you think they're always going to treat us like this? I mean, is it going to be like this everyday?" He grunted as she placed all her weight on his hands, what he could only assume to be thrift store shoes digging into his palms.

"Of course not," Rachel replied as she used his shoulders for leverage and swung her legs over the rim of the dumpster. "I don't know about you, but I have a marvelous singing voice, and once they see how talented I am every single person in this school, student and faculty member alike, will bow to my greatness and treat me like the star I am." Hopping down to the ground and brushing herself off she yelled, "Now throw over your purse and you should be able to climb out of there."

"It's not a purse, it's a satchel!" he shrieked.

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That was over two years ago, when Kurt, Rachel, and who he'd eventually learned was Noah Puckerman, were freshman. They were juniors now and despite Rachel's incredible singing voice and dancing skills it was her talent to annoy that hindered any hope she had at infiltrating the popular cliques of McKinley. Thus the dumpster dives continued, accompanied by locker shoves, book tosses, and, with the opening of a 7-11 down the street from the high school, full frontal facial slushies. The jocks were elated to find that the convenient location of the mini-mart ensured the syrupy drinks were still icy when thrust at the social flotsam and jetsam of McKinley High.

The glee club was less than thrilled. As the bottom of the social heap they'd received more slushies than all of the other cliques combined. They would have preferred the watery slushie as opposed to its icy relative because the watered down version was less chilly, which meant less of a shock once it came into contact with someone's skin. Also, the more watery version simply dripped down one's clothes, whereas the icy version dripped down one's clothes and lodged chunks of ice and freezing cold liquid into nooks and crannies not intended by God to be penetrated until one's marriage. The only comfort the glee club had was that they were not alone in their suffering and eventually every member had the unhappy task of cleaning sticky cold slushie from their body.

It began with the core six. Rachel had practically been slushied her entire freshman year, so in a way she began this initiation rite by being slushied her sophomore year at sign-ups, when glee club was just being restarted over a year ago by an eager Mr. Schuester. She always claimed she was ahead of her time; for once she was right.

In short order the other original members of glee had been slushied: Kurt was cornered one day on his way to homeroom with blueberry, ruining his new Zac Posen blouse (fashion knows no gender); Mercedes Jones had been doused with Coca-cola flavor on her way back from Economics; in a sick twist of fate Tina Cohen-Chang was splashed with cherry-lime in the halls outside gym right after she'd showered; and up until recently wheelchair-bound Artie had been spared the humiliation of slushies until the football team reversed their stance on not picking on the handicapable and the entire team had dumped cherry flavor on the helpless boy.

Finn Hudson, glee's first "popular" member, thought he was safe until he was met with a face-full of wildberry after his first glee club rehearsal; his girlfriend Quinn Fabray and her cohorts Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce thought they too were above reproach until their cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, instructed the entire Cheerio squad to dump limited edition strawberry-banana flavor on the three as a symbolic gesture of their betrayal for actually enjoying glee club when they were supposed to be spying; Mike Chang needed to change his underwear after the kiwi-lime courtesy of the hockey team dripped down his entire body and soaked his pants; recently Sam Evans got grape slushied so badly his normally blond hair was stained purple for days, prompting an emergency lemon dye-job; and even Noah Puckerman, the boy who was a part of the original slushing, discovered karma in the form of a Big Gulp full of seasonal flavor cranberry-mint right to his face.

Previously the slushies had created such a problem that a new janitor had to be hired just to address the problem of slippery and sticky floors when suddenly they stopped after a miraculous win by the Warriors at the Conference Championship. In the aftermath of the win, during which the glee club and the football team had been forced to work together by Coach Bieste and Mr. Schuester, a truce had been called and it seemed as if there would finally be peace between the two warring factions.

But it was all a pipe dream, because that truce would be broken. Today.

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Splash! The entire contents of a medium sized slushie cup came flying at him so fast he didn't have time to react. His face looked grotesquely cheery as it was stained by the bright red drink. Running into the nearest bathroom he pushed whoever was blocking the sink out of the way as he furiously scrubbed the syrup out of his eyes. Hearing a high-pitched offended gasp from the person next to him he grew afraid he'd set foot into the girl's bathroom until he caught a glimpse of the urinals behind him. Turning to his left he was met with the sight of a very flustered looking Kurt Hummel wiping chapstick off his cheeks.

Through a smirk, he offered an apology. "Sorry, Hummel. I just had to get this crap out of my eyes before they turned red permanently."

"Yeah, well, apology not accepted," he said as he stretched his cheeks in an effort to wipe the smeared chapstick off his face. "I was barely going to make it to class as it is, but now – ," he paused as the ear-splitting ring of the bell signaled the beginning of the next period, "I'm late."

"Maybe if you hadn't been busy applying lipstick you would have made it on time." Blinking away the water that had accumulated above his lids Puck stepped away from the sink. Seeing his shirt was soaked beyond belief he rolled it above his head and pulled it off before turning to exit the bathroom.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Principal Figgins is still on the warpath after Finn's naked attempt at boosting his confidence before 'The Rocky Horry Picture Show'," Kurt said.

"Crap. The last thing I need is to get another suspension."

Rummaging in his messenger bag Kurt pulled out a small white shirt and thrust it into Puck's chest.

"Here. I carry an extra shirt on me in case of emergency situations."

"No offense, dude, but you're clothes are already too tight on you. There's no way that could fit me."

"It's not mine, it's Finns. Well, it was. He gave me some of his old shirts and I use them for PE. No way am I getting something of mine all sweaty and dirty." Sensing Puck's hesitation, he added, "Don't worry, it's clean."

Smirking, Puck took the proffered shirt and began to slip it over his head when Kurt stopped him. "Wait! You still have some slushie behind your ear."

"Oh." Reaching back Puck's hand was met with the sticky residue of the attack. "Must've missed it."

"Come here," Kurt motioned towards the sink. He rustled around in his bag while Puck rocked on his heels.

"I thought you said were going to be late." Smiling, he walked over to Hummel and bent down, resting his forehead on his arms at the lip of the sink.

"Yeah, well, I'm already late," Kurt shrugged. Withdrawing a moist towelette he began to wipe around the edge of the taller boy's ears, mopping up the bright red liquid where it had stained and stuck to his skin. As he began to wipe further down Puck's bare back he heard the mohawked boy gasp as the wet cloth came into contact with his exposed skin.

"Tickles," Puck whispered.

"It's just a moist towelette," Kurt said, suppressing a grin. Sopping up the last of the slushie Kurt patted Puck's back and said, "All done."

"Thanks, Hummel," Puck said as he stood back to his feet and slipped the shirt Kurt handed to him on.

"Don't mention it, Puckerman." As Puck reached out to tousle the smaller boy's hair, Kurt raised his hand to swipe it away before it made contact. "Seriously," he said with finality.

Puck began a small giggle, which soon erupted into an all out laugh while Kurt looked on in wonder.

"What in the name of Alexander McQueen's ghost is so funny?" he asked.

"It's just – I –," he struggled between fits of laughter, "if someone told me a few years ago that I would be soaking wet from a slushie attack and you," he gestured to Kurt "would help me recover from it I'd probably punch them in the face." Kurt didn't know what to make at this sudden philosophical outburst.

"See you at glee club," Puck said as he exited the bathroom. Kurt stood in the middle of the room wondering what had just occurred between the two of them when Puck burst back in and collected his backpack, tousling Kurt's hair with a triumphant laugh before rushing back out of the room. Gasping in horror Kurt could only call out, "Puckerman, I am going to murder you!" Looking in the mirror while trying to fix his hair Kurt couldn't help but smile as he remembered touching Puck's bare skin. Biting his bottom lip before his smile threatened to rupture his cheek muscles he took out another moist towelette and continued wiping off the smeared chapstick from the side of his face.

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AN: So this is the first chapter in what will hopefully be a long (but not long-winded) fic of Kurt's lovelife. I have all the major plot points figured out so don't try and make me change my mind, but if you happen to be really convincing I just might make a few tweaks here and there.

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