This fic is in NO way, shape or form supposed to be the Sebandler version of "Go Your Own Way". I hadn't even read GYOW when I started this. I'm going a totally different way (hahah, I'm going my own way, hahaha) with this fic.
I really wanted someone to write this for me, but you know what they say you want something done right you gotta do it yourself. Now to tell you the truth a lot of what happens to Chandler in this story actually happened to me in real life, just thought you should know.
I stood at my bus stop, heart pounding, a nervous smile blossoming on my face. Today was going to be my first day at McKinley. As the bus drove up, I adjusted my sweater vest and clutched my books to my chest; I climbed on board looking around for an open seat. That when I saw him, he was sitting near the back, brown hair spiked up in every direction, a piercing on his eyebrow, you could see the beginning of some sort of tattoo from underneath his white v-neck that was hidden by a leather jacket that seemed too worse for wear, his jeans also looked a little ratty with holes, rips and stains. However, he had a very attractive face.
I swallowed hard as I made my way down the aisle, and past the boy who cat-whistled while I walked by.
"Oooh, I always wanted a little twink like you." He laughed, winking at me.
I felt my face get hot and I huffed away, sitting as far away as I could.
"Oh, c'mon baby don't be so mad, c'mon let's kiss and make up." He said, teasing me to know end as he puckered his lips making little kissy sounds.
Now I had just about the whole bus laughing at me, I began to sink down into my seat. Could this day get any worse?
"Shut your face Smythe and leave the poor kid alone!" A boy said from the front of the bus, he was glaring at boy making fun of me.
He also had brown hair, but it was done in a more careful matter, like he actually wanted to look good. He wore a nice collared shirt with a vest with a pocket watch attached, he looked very fashionable.
"Why don't you come here and kiss my butt Hummel?" The other boy retorted, flipping him the bird.
The nice of the two just rolled his eyes and came over to sit by me.
I was immediately nervous, this beautiful angel who had just defended me was now sitting next to me, and needless to say I was sweating like a pig.
"Don't worry about him he's just a harmless douchebag, well, most of the time." He said looking at me with those beautiful grey eyes that looked like they sky after a storm, "My name's Kurt Hummel."
I stared at the outstretched hand for a while, before remembering that I was supposed to shake it.
"C-Chandler Kiehl." I said half cursing myself that the first thing I said to him came out as a stutter.
He overlooked anyhow.
"Just steer clear of him, and if he gives you any trouble come straight to me. He may talk big, but he wouldn't dare lay a hand on me, especially since my boyfriend's in the boxing club." Kurt said, a love sick smile appearing on his face when he started to talk about his boyfriend.
This made me even more depressed, here I thought maybe I had a chance with this angel of a person, but it turns out that they're already taken and obviously head over heels for him.
"And you can come eat lunch with us; I think you'll like Blaine, my boyfriend." He continued.
This was unusual for me, usually you can't shut me up, I would just talk for hours on end, but for some reason I couldn't even muster up a single sentence.
"I've never seen you around, did you just move here?" Kurt asked, adjusting himself, so his body was face me even more.
"Yeah, I used to live in New York actually, I had to move for, uh, person reasons." I squeaked out, looking anywhere but Kurt's face because I could look at in directly.
"No way! I've always wanted to go there. You see it's kinda my dream to be a Broadway singer." The bubbly brunet chirped his face lighting.
"Hummel not this crap again, I would like to go one day without hearing you moan on and on about New York, I bet if that city was a person you just go up to them and just bend over and take it like a bi-"
"Sebastian if you don't like it then just put your headphones on. I know you have them, you never leave the house without them." Kurt interrupted before he could finish, rolling his eyes.
"What are you some sort of stalker?" The boy named Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Well if you skip the I'm in love with you part and go to the I'm going to kill you part, then yeah you'd be right. The only reason why I know anything about you is because of all last year when you tried to steal my boyfriend." Kurt growled, giving Sebastian the dirtiest of looks.
"Whatever Hummel and by the way you're not the only one who wants to know about the new blonde on campus." Sebastian said licking his lips, was that a tongue piercing?
Kurt just made a face at the delinquent and moved more so I was hidden.
"Anyway, do you like Broadway?" Kurt asked, his eyes lighting up again.
"Evita!" I shouted, my excitement going through the roof, "Oh my gosh! Both the film and the Broadway versions were great! I watch the movie about 10 times a day! And how great is that song 'Rainbow High'?! It's like my favorite song ever! I tried to find the sheet music for it, but they told me it was sold out which is a preposterous lie! Oh crap I'm so sorry when I get excited I tend to start yelling."
I sunk back down into my seat, how could I go and do that, Kurt might have thought I was kind of cool and quite but now that he knows I'm a Mr. Chatterbox.
"No don't be! I think its better when you talk a lot." Kurt said waving off my apology.
"Just imagine what you would sound like in bed when I'm pounding the ever loving crap out of you're as-"
"Sebastian so help me god I will come over there and strangle you!" Kurt hissed, giving more dirty looks.
"You mean the god you don't believe in?" Sebastian asked an evil smirk on his face.
Kurt couldn't even say anything because he was so upset, he just turned away fuming.
"What's his problem anyway?" I asked, as quietly as I could so Sebastian wouldn't hear me.
"Who knows, he's been like this for as long as I've known him." Kurt said shrugging.
I couldn't help but sneak a look, Sebastian really was good looking if you looked passed the piercings and way his lips seemed to always curving into a sneer. If he was a little bit nicer I might have developed a crush on him.
We soon pulled up to the high school; Kurt hurried me out of the bus before Sebastian could get too close to us. I followed Kurt to the front of the school where he suddenly stopped abruptly, I was about to ask what was wrong when he called out, "Blaine!"
I waved a hand so they could be more easily seen. Soon a boy not much taller than I was walked up to us his eyes focused on one thing and one thing alone; Kurt. Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug, giving him a small peck on the lips before parting. I could tell that they both felt the same way about each other; that they were the only ones for them.
"Who's this?" Blaine asked an arm still around Kurt's waist.
"Oh, this is Chandler Kiehl, I kind of took him under my wing, and Sebastian keeps picking on him." Kurt explained.
"What? Listen if he lays a finger on you just come and talk to me and I'll make sure that never happens again." Blaine said, giving me a bright smile.
"Thank you, you've both been so nice to me I don't know what to say." I said smiling a bit myself.
"Say you'll hang out with us, you seem like an awesome guy!" Blaine laughed, giving me a playful punch to the arm as the bell rung.
"Oh, I guess it's time to go to class. Do you need help?" Kurt offered.
I shook my head, "I'm good I made sure to figure out where everything was when I was here at orientation."
We then said goodbye as I made my way to algebra 2, sitting down in one of the seats in the front row, because I couldn't see well, even with my glasses on. I was actually excited about this class since math has always been one of my favorite classes. That all changed when Sebastian entered the room. When he saw me a creepy smile spread across his face, like a predator spying its weakened prey. I tried to hide behind my text book but it was a little late for that, he placed it down onto the table.
"Awww, babe feeling a little shy?" He mocked, pouting his lips.
I felt like crying, I was already humiliated from what happened on the bus and now I had to spend more than half an hour with this horrible human being.
"Mr. Smythe would you please take your seat?" The Teacher asked, entering the room, not even looking in our direction.
"Of course Mr. Shue whatever you say." Sebastian said in a fake sweet voice.
He sat down behind me, putting a foot on my chair and vibrating it, chuckling under his breath. I didn't have the guts to turn around and yell at him so I just tried to put some weight on the chair so it wouldn't move as much. That had to be the longest 45 minutes of my life as soon as the bell rung I gathered my things as fast as I could, but not before my torturer stopped me at the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sebastian asked, leaning on the doorframe.
"P-please I need to get to the next class." I squeaked, avoiding his eye contact.
"C'mon sugar just let me squeeze one of those tight buns." Sebastian said , moving in closer on me.
"No, please…" I pleaded tears beginning to form in my eyes.
"Sebastian what do you think you're doing?" Mr. Shue demanded just now hearing the conversation.
"Nothin' Mr. Shue just asking Chandler here if he needed any help finding his other classes.
"And I told you I didn't so please get out of my way!" I shouted, tears pouring down my cheeks.
The look of utter shock was now plastered on his face, he moved out of the way and I ran down the hall straight into the boys bathroom.