Welcome to the prequel! I'm so excited for you to start reading my work again. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Can I just say thank you all so much for sticking with the story! It means everything to me. I love you all. Also I just wanted to say that I have changed how Kurt and Blaine meet in the story now- I hope that's okay. I just didn't feel like it was a very good or realistic way for them to have met when I wrote it in before so I changed it. Anyway so sorry for my ramble, please enjoy...

Waking up in the mornings is not Kurt's strong point. At all. He woke up early on weekends and breaks, sure, but that was on his own accord. Somehow introducing an alarm and the fact that he had to go to school made everything ten times worse.

Kurt Hummel was the type of person who cannot communicate in the mornings. If you start a conversation - he will ignore you. That's how it was. It took him time to develop the idea of being awake in the mornings.

The grating sound of his iPhone alarm crescendoed into his ear. Maybe it wasn't a great idea leaving his phone so close on the bedside table. Mumbling nonsense about his hatred of the world, Kurt sat up in bed and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

Getting showered and changed was always a blur in the morning. Autopilot kicked in the moment he awoke. It didn't stop until much later. It was almost a shock to see black skinny jeans and a grey jumper on his body. Sighing at the reality of school, Kurt bent down into his closet and grabbed a pair of black boots.

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Humming softly under her breath, Christine smiled as she poured the pancake mixture into the pan. The sound of the muffled sizzling was one of her favourites. She was still wearing her pyjamas that were about four sizes two big; they hung in an adorably awkward way on her tiny frame but it was all for comfort.

Just as she slipped the final sixth pancake onto a plate, a loud thump came from the hallway. Turning off the gas with a frown, Christine pattered through the kitchen and stood in the doorway beside the hallway and spoke up with an incredulous look.

"You fell down the stairs again."

Christine crossed her arms and grinned as her grandson looked up at her from the penultimate step with a cringe on his face. One hand had a vice grip on the banister and the other was holding the edge of a step by his hip.

"I told you not to leave your laces undone when coming down the stairs! You always do this honey you need to listen-"

"I know I know... I'm sorry," Kurt groaned as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

Christine watched him and dropped her arms to her side. "You look like death," she told him honestly.

Slowly, Kurt lifted his head and looked at her in the eye with a small smile. Christine's bluntness was something he strangely admired.

"Thanks Nan."

"Don't sass me."

The teenager laughed lightly and stood up from his crouched position on the stairs. Grabbing his satchel, Kurt moved to walk into the kitchen but Christine stood in front of him with a raised brow.

Sighing, he crouched down and tied his laces and stoop up again. "Good?"

Christine grinned and stepped aside for him. "Good."

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The drive to school was something Kurt enjoyed. It was the calm before the storm. Plus he was the only one between him and Rachel to have a car and it was nice to meet up with her in the mornings.

Pulling over to her house, Kurt leaned over the seats to open the passenger door for his best friend. Grinning from ear to ear, like always, Rachel climbed in and buckled herself into the seat after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Coffee?" He asked with grabby hands.

"Oh right sorry. Grande non-fat mocha," Rachel passed him the ceramic thermos and laughed as he hummed happily.

"I'm so glad you have such a fancy coffee machine," Kurt whispered as he sipped gratefully on the warm drink before placing in his cup holder to pull out.

"Well your welcome, hey how was your summer? - I didn't see you at all!" Rachel exclaimed as she casually unplugged Kurt's phone and connected hers to play her playlist.

"Yeah it was okay," he replied with a roll of his eyes and a fond smile as he watched her click one that said 'BROADWAY'. Kurt couldn't judge though. He was just the same.

Ten minutes later and they were in the McKinley parking lot. It seemed so much bigger and more intimidating than it did when they left for summer break.

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When you come back everything seems new and different until you have to endure an hour of trigonometry with Mr Greken. The man just had a voice that never changed pitch. It always remained the same low, passive tone.

"So class would to you please open your textbooks on page 92-" groans filled the classroom,"- and complete the questions. No talking. Please."

The small demand was ignored immediately. The room had voices filling it as soon as he stopped taking. Kurt got on with it. He sat at the back on his own. He didn't have any friends in most of his maths classes.

Tucking his ankle behind the other, Kurt set to work on the questions silently as the class laughed and shouted loudly. It was a noise that oddly comforted him. For as long as he knew he was shy so he remained quiet for almost every lesson. Apart from the ones that Rachel and other people in Glee Club were in.

Within half an hour he was finished so for a while Kurt just sat there staring out the window daydreaming.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and a curly haired teen stormed into the classroom and threw some wad of stapled papers onto the desk. Everyone looked up apart from Kurt.

Mr Greken sighed at the disruption and dropped his glasses halfway down his nose to look at the sheets.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the new guy. His jeans were tight and ripped and his red converses were tattered and worn. His abs were practically visible through his dark green shirt and his outfit was made perfect by the leather jacket rolled up to his elbows.

"Blaine Anderson..." Mr Greken read tiredly as he skimmed the forms.

Blaine rolled his eyes and kicked his foot against the carpeted floor impatiently.

Mr Greken noticed the behaviour and looked up at him over his glasses with a stern look. The teacher sighed once more and rose in his seat.

"Well, Blaine Anderson welcome to McKinley. I hope your past experience in your last 'school' is something you'll learn from."

Unresponsive, the teen looked around the room over his shoulder and everyone went back to their work.

"Has anyone completed the work?" Mr Greken asked loudly.

The voice snapped Kurt out of his daydream and he finally looked away from the window to notice the new presence in the room. There was no time to look though as his heart raced at the question being asked.

"I bet Hummel has!" A jock from the far left yelled.

Mr Greken turned to the shy teen with a questioning look.

"Well Kurt?" he inquired.

Heart pounding, Kurt nodded his head at the teacher and Mr Greken smiled lopsidedly.

"Blaine, please take a seat next to Kurt."

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