Melody didn't understand why this happened to her of all people. She stood in her now, soaked combat boots. The three jocks in their letter jackets walked past her, throwing their heads in the air with laughter. She wiped the purple, icy liquid from her eyelids and looked down at her ruined attire. Her Marc Jacobs sweater was completely ruined in the icy mess. You couldn't even tell that the sweater was striped any longer. Her black leggings underneath the sweater dress were drenched and seemed to stick to her thighs. Melody took in a deep, annoyed breath and began to walk down the hallway. People giggled behind her as she did so and she gave them a quick glare.

She quickly pushed open the door to the girls bathroom. Her boots squeaked as she walked over to the glass, porcelain sinks. She turned on the faucet and let the water begin to rush out. She pulled out a paper towel from a nearby container and dampened it under the sink. She looked into the mirror with her crystal, blue eyes and rubbed underneath them. She took a little water into her hands and brushed it through her shoulder-length, chestnut hair. As the purple slush begin to rinse out of her hair, Melody let out a sigh. Why did people do this to her? She didn't feel like she was an outcast or that she was different than anyone else. Her father, the choir and music teacher at the school, had always told her that it was okay to be different. But Melody just didn't get it. How was she the different one? She wore nice clothes (Mostly designer brands), she got good grades, and she happened to be one of the best singers in the school's choir, bet yet, people still tormented her.

Melody pulled her tan, leather shoulder bag up onto the sink edge. She pulled the bag open and reached inside for a set of dry clothes. A black t-shirt and white skinny jeans were inside, as well as, a pair of black Converse. Melody walked over to one of the stalls with the clothes and pair of shoes in her hand, she opened the door and quickly changed.

The school bell rang and the students all rushed out of their designated classrooms. Blaine began to erase the wipe-off board in the choir room. Melody always came after school to see him and help him with anything that he needed to get done. The door to the left of the grand piano opened and Melody stepped inside. He brunette hair, that had been straight just this morning, was now slightly wavy and clumped together. The light skin on her face, no longer had any make-up on it. Blaine set down the eraser and gave his daughter a curious look.

"Mel, what happened?" He questioned her, as he approached her. He ran his hand through her hair and felt his palm become sticky.

"The idiots at this school is what happened," Melody said, as she pushed past him. She walked over to one of the maroon, plastic chairs and sat down, crossing her legs in the process.

"When did this happen, anyways?" Blaine asked her, as he began to cross his arms.

"In between 5th and 6th period, today. Yeah, everyone just thought it was a hoot." Melody said, as she looked down at the ground.

Blaine shook his head and remembered when he used to get slushied when he had first started at McKinley. The constant reminders that he wasn't welcome in the school.

He stared at his daughter. She looked so innocent and unaware of who she truly was. She wasn't really his. Well, at least not biologically. She was his ex-husband's, Kurt Hummel, to which she had no idea about. Not many people knew the truth, many just figured she was Blaine's, even though she looked incredible similar to her true father.

Blaine hadn't spoken to Kurt since the day that they signed the divorce papers. They had both agreed that they wouldn't bring Melody into the middle of it. Of course, Melody, didn't even really know her real father very well. He had left the two when she was only 3. Even though Kurt had raised Melody very well when she was a baby, Blaine made it his mission to make sure that Melody had a good childhood.

He applied for a job at McKinley after he and Kurt moved back from New York. Neither of them really felt like they belonged there and wanted to come back to Ohio and raise a child. Of course, finding someone to actual have their baby was difficult. But after several stressful months, they found the perfect woman.

Kurt and Blaine had both decided that Kurt would be the surrogate for the child, thinking that if they had another together that Blaine could be the biological father.

When their baby girl was born on a quiet, summer night, the two men were in absolute awe of the precious being. Her skin was almost as white as snow. Her bright blue eyes blinked constantly and her hair was a light, chestnut brown. Kurt held the little bundle in his arms for hours, just staring at how much she resembled him.

The day Kurt left, was the hardest in Blaine's life. It all had started with the simplest of disagreements. He and Kurt fought and fought, until Kurt just had enough. He stormed into their bedroom, pulled out some clothes and shoved them into a bag. He rushed down the spiral stair case and slammed the mahogany door behind himself as he left. Blaine stood in complete disbelief at the sight and then fell to the ground, sobbing.

And truth be told, Blaine still couldn't believe it and it had been 11 years ago. Melody was now almost 15 and he was now 37. Time seemed to have flown by since then. He wondered where Kurt was now and what he had accomplished. Had he met someone else? Did he have more children? Was he miserable just like Blaine was?

Blaine shook out of his thoughts and looked back at his daughter. Her sparkly, blue eyes gazed at him.

"So, want to get some pizza and forget about those idiots?" He asked his, now, laughing daughter.

Kurt stood in the quiet classroom, gathering up his lesson papers. He placed them into his brown, leather shoulder bag and then turned on his heels towards the chalkboard. He picked up the eraser and began to erase the musical notes of the green slate.

"Mr. Hummel?" A young, teenage boy voice called from the doorway.

Kurt turned back around and slightly grinned at the sight of the boy.

"Yes, Eric? How can I help you?"

Eric was one of Kurt's students for 6th period. He excelled in the class and was one of Kurt's absolute favourites.

The boy opened his mouth again, "We were just wondering if you were coming to rehearsals, today? We didn't know if we should just start without you or not."

"Yes, yes," Kurt began, as he placed the eraser on the desktop. "I'll be there in a minute."

The blond boy nodded his head and walked out of the doorway.

Kurt pulled his bag onto his shoulder and began to walk out of the classroom. His brunette hair was slightly pushed back by his organic hair gel. He wore a purple dress shirt and a black vest over the top. Underneath he had on simple grey pants and brown short boots.

He pulled shut the classroom door and locked it. He stepped out into the marble hallway and began to walk. Boys and girls walked past the man in the school's traditional red and blue. He glanced out the windows that ran along the hallways and grinned slightly at the beautiful, August day.

He took a left turn and stopped in front of the large, oak doors. He grabbed the handles and pulled them both open. Many boys and just a few girls sat in the room. They became silent as they saw their director step into the room. He gave them a closed mouth grin and then walked to the middle of the room. They all stared at him as he spoke to them all.

"Good afternoon, Warblers. Shall we begin practicing?"


My first attempt at a fanfic! I'll post more soon! Reviews would be amazing! :D