A/N: Hello! *waves*
This is my first fanfic, so I'm nervous but excited. Sorry for the short-ness of the chapter.
And now I present... COOKIES! *Pulls out a plate of cookies with Kurt's face on them*
Uh...yeah. Truth is, I have no cookies. Sorry. But here's my story!
Disclaimer: Although I wish I did, I do not own Glee or anything related to it.
(Adding this note on 8/9/10) I've attempted to edit this chapter and make it longer, so tell me what you think!
High school is full of social food chains. I would know, because I'm a member of the Glee club. We Glee club kids are at the bottom of that food chain.
My name is Kurt Hummel, and although I obviously have the best sense of style in the whole school (and maybe even all of Lima) , I still get a slushie facial every day.
As you can see, I'm at the VERY bottom of this awful food chain. But ever since I met Finn Hudson, I've learned not to care what people think. And no, it doesn't matter that he may not know I exist. He still changed my life.
Confused? Well, you should be.
"Hey, you!" As usual, Noah Puckerman and his "posse" of football players came striding up to me. They all had terrible sneers painted on their faces.
"Hello, Noah," I sighed, turning around to face the large boy. His posse made rude faces at me. I smiled sweetly, yet sarcastically. "You-" I pointed to one of the boys, "Are in desperate need of a good face wash. And maybe a trip to the spa..."
"God, shut up! I don't want to her about you and your gay face crap." Everybody laughed at his words. I, on the other hand, just shook my head sadly.
"You need to pay attention in class, Noah." I placed my hands on my hips.
"I've had enough of this." He turned his head to the nearby dumpster, and back at me. "I think you know what this means."
I did. My daily "dumpster dive" was somehow hilarious on their standards. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for the worst.
Before I knew it, two pairs of huge, strong hands grabbed my shoulders. There was a light thump, and I was in a dumpster. I kept my eyes shut, not even bothering to stand up.
"Kurt!" I heard a familiar, sassy voice yell.
"Mercedes," I muttered thankfully. Mercedes was my best friend, and she always knew when I was in trouble. It was almost as if we had some sort of brain link to each other. She took my hand and helped me out of the dumpster.
"No one messes with my boy like that," She said as she took my hand and helped me out of the dumpster. "No one. I may not be able to do anything about them... but I'll be here for you." She glanced hatefully at the football team, who were playing catch with some poor freshman's backpack, before picking a piece of dirt off my shoulder.
"Thanks," I groaned unenthusiastically, trying to get all the trash off of my outfit. Why did today have to be the day that I wore my new Armani sweater? It was ruined.
"C'mon," Mercedes said cheerfully, obviously ignoring my bad mood. I couldn't really see how. Did she see this mess that I had to wear all day? "We're gonna be late for class."
"What's the difference?" I ran a hand through my normally perfect hair, wincing slightly. I didn't want to know what it looked like.
"You're hardly ever late," She said, looking at me as if I was an alien. "Why start now?"
I simply pointed to my ruined hair. "This. I'll be spending an hour in the bathroom attempting to fix it with my pocket product... and my clothes!" I looked down at them, than back at Mercedes. "I'm going to be a laughing stock."
"We're Glee dorks, Kurt. I hate to say it, but we're already the laughing stocks of the school." She shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Besides, nobody will even notice."
"You're just trying to make me feel better."
"Yeah, I am. Now come on!" She laughed, tugging on my hand. I wasn't going to win this battle, so I let her pull me towards the front of the building.
As we walked through the the bully-infested halls of McKinley High, I had a feeling today was going to suck.
A/N *Peeks out from under a blanket* Did you like it?
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