Author's Notes - Okay, so this is like my first ever Glee fic... and first Kinn fic at that. It pretty much starts from Hell-O I guess, since Rachel and Finn are dating but it's pretty AU I guess, with some elements from the episodes thrown in and some references (one MAJOR) from season two, you'll see when it happens... think that's it for now. Kay, let's start!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters.

Finn's POV

I couldn't help but notice it, I mean I think EVERYONE noticed it. It was pretty impossible not to! I was kissing Rachel when I saw the flap from the corner of my eye and I glanced over to the small and girly teenager as he strutted down the hallway.

Kurt Hummel was wearing a skirt.

Like an actual skirt, with frills and stuff. As he walked past every head turned. It was like one of those adverts where the woman is wearing a wonderful smelling perfume and everybody is automatically turned on.

But these stares weren't just stares, they were glares. Looks of disgust.

I mean sure some people, mostly the Glee Club members, didn't care. I had turned around to face Rachel and she also seemed like it didn't bother her… maybe one of her dads wore a skirt sometimes.

I whipped my head around again to catch another glimpse of Kurt's skirt, hoping I wasn't imagining things and that it would magically change into a pair of skinny jeans or patterned trousers, the kind of things he would usually wear but it didn't change at all. As I watched his skirt swaying, I couldn't help noticing the sexy way he walked… wait what? No I didn't think that just then. Before I had time to think about the weird thought I just had, I saw something blue shoot from around the corner all over Kurt. He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned his head as Karofsky and Azimio walked past, laughing and high-fiving. Karofsky gave me an evil smirk as he threw the empty slushie cup at Rachel's head. She, like me, was too busy worrying about Kurt to even care about it, she slowly made her way over to Kurt and steered him back towards me.

"Kurt…" I whispered as Rachel pushed him along the solid floor, "You okay, dude?"

Kurt was patting his hair everywhere and grumbling something. After he was sure his hair was in a better position, he looked up.

"I'm fine." His high voice faltered at the end of his short sentence, and he fiddled with the drenched strap of his Marc-something-or-other bag, "I just cleaned my bag this morning! Ugh!"

I had to force myself to not smile. Any other person would have been completely embarrassed or pissed that they had just got slushied, but Kurt's concerns were about his outfit and hair. Nothing changes.

I decided to look around the hallway again, many people were too busy indulging in their own conversations to care about Kurt's skirt now but some people, mostly girls were still staring. But these girls that were staring were looking at him weirdly. Like… really weird. As if they were… turned on. Or something. That isn't possible, right? He's gay.

"I'll take you to the toilet if you want, Kurt." Rachel murmured, she was being surprisingly kind to Kurt. But it also looked like she was trying not to look happy, "Come on."

"No." Kurt said bluntly.

"W-What? Why not?"

"Well one, I refuse to be helped by you, you must have some kind of ulterior motive. Two, you're probably going to drag me into the girls toilet, and as much as I prefer it, I really don't fancy it." He shuffled a little bit and looked awkwardly at the ground, "I'm sure you guys have… things you want to do, so I'll just go and take a chance with the guys toilet…" He was kind of wedged in between us, so he squeezed his way through and attempted to strut down the hallway as powerfully as he had before.

He failed at it.

Kurt's POV

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew it was kind of a risk, wearing a skirt and all. But did it really matter? I mean, surely this dim-witted school is used to me by now or at least that's what I thought. It's not like I was gonna start prancing around in tank tops and high heel boots like a drag queen.

I pushed open the door to the guys toilets and luckily it was empty. I looked in the mirror. My hair was stained blue and my eyes were twitching slightly. My brand new shirt was drenched and my Marc Jacobs bag had also suffered slightly. I sighed heavily… when will people start to accept me?

I strolled inside the toilet closest to me and snapped a piece of tissue before gently wiping my face with it, trying not to mess up my hair even more. I dabbed at the tips of my fringe and the droplets hanging from my chin and nose.

I heard the door creak and I snapped round, relieved that it was only Artie who had wheeled in.

"Um… I was just going to pee, don't kill me…" He joked but he didn't smile.

"Sorry." I bit my lip, "Um, go ahead. I'm not going to pounce you or anything."

"I didn't say you were going to." He raised an eyebrow before wheeling into the disabled toilet at the end.

"Right, yeah. Anyway, I've got French." I called out before a cold shiver ran down my spine. French. That meant Azimio was next to me… Oh well, I guess it could be a lot WORSE. I could be next to Karofsky. He scared the living daylights out of me. Azimio, quite frankly, made me chuckle with his stupidity.

I left the toilets and noticed the hallways were empty… it must be the start of the lesson which meant I was late. I, Kurt Hummel, late. I'm never late. Could today get any worse?

Apparently, as I stepped into my French class, it could.