Born This Way, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: *sighs* Do I look like Ryan Murphy? ...those who answered yes, I think you need some help. (JK) :D

BTW: Kurt and Blaine ARE together in this. I've done "first kiss" stuff a lot and decided to try one where they're already together. I know, crazy, right? :D Who wouldn've thunk? Seriously. There's like, 5. Pick. One. xD

It was official. The Warblers were out of ideas. They needed an anthem. They needed an anthem bad. No one had any ideas.

Well…almost no one.

Kurt slumped in his seat and remained totally silent as the council discussed ideas. If he was back at McKinley, he would have piped up in a second. But, that was back when he got an opinion and the whole equal rights thing was pretty much intact. (At least in Glee club.) He at least could voice his idea without getting shot and Wes stuffing his gavel up his-

Well, anyway, diva-Kurt was barely containing himself. He lashed at the box in which he had been stuffed in order not to scare his new friends off and tried to get free. Diva-Kurt was out for revenge. He had been cooped up entirely too long. He hadn't sung for entirely too long.

He feared his voice would get all messed up so he was forced to sing quietly in his room at home so his dad and Finn wouldn't come down complaining and Carole would randomly appear, video camera in hand.

Blaine, who was sitting next to him, looked at Kurt curiously. Obviously, he wasn't doing a very good job at looking totally bored and not like he wanted to climb on top of the roof and scream to the world the he was a total diva and screw the effing council cause he was gonna do what he wanted when he wanted and they were just gonna have to deal with it or he was gonna bitch slap them into next week.

Blaine gave his hand a squeeze and Kurt accidently let out a heavy sigh. Mr. Panties-In-A-Knot, I-Have-A-Gavel-And-I'm-Not-Afraid-To-Use-It Wes asked, "Yes Kurt? Do you have an opinion on this subject?" (Kurt really needed to think of shorter nicknames)

Kurt cleared his throat and sat up slightly, "Um…" It couldn't hurt to try. Even if his last audition had been a complete embarrassing disaster… "Yeah. I actually have an idea."

"Uh-huh," Thad nodded encouragingly.

"Would you like to tell us what it is?" Wes the Persnickety asked, twirling his gavel.

"Um…no. But I could show you…tomorrow," Kurt ventured.

Wes gave him a look like, "I must discuss this with my other evil cohorts up at this large wooden desk whether or not to hit you with my gavel."

Blaine rolled his eyes and looked down at Kurt, who had slumped back down. He murmured, "Idea?"

"You'll see tomorrow," Kurt whispered, realizing his inner-diva was going to have a little fun with this, whether he liked it or not. "Maybe."

Finally, Wes said, "Fine. Everyone, meet back here tomorrow, same time so Kurt can 'show' us his idea." Then he banged the gavel twice and said, "Meeting adjourned."

Everyone cheered and leapt up, practically trampling trying to get out of the stuffy meeting room.

Blaine stood and helped Kurt up, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.

"Relax, I have it all under control," at least Kurt hoped he did.

Now back to his regular (well…sort of) self, as Wes walked by them, he said, "Good luck tomorrow, Kurt. Maybe if we're lucky, you'll give us our anthem."

I can only hope, Kurt thought, though he was grinning slightly as idea formulated in his mind.

Kurt was wearing a graphic, designer sweater. He was also wearing a scarf, and a hat, and a pair of boots. Not to mention, double-bleached, skin-tight, skinny jeans. And he was standing outside the Warblers' lair, as he'd begun to call it.

He took a deep breath. Everyone, pretty much, was in there waiting. Just then, Blaine walked up. His mouth dropped open when he saw Kurt, "Phwoar…" he breathed. "Kurt. How the-what the-why? Wahuh?" he gestured to his outfit.

Kurt grinned slightly, despite his nerves. "Like it?"

"Kurt, you can't wear that in there! Wes will kill you!" Blaine came back into reality and managed to stop staring at Kurt's butt.

"It's part of my song," Kurt shrugged, and handed Blaine his iPod and speakers. "Hit play when I say so, okay?"

"Yeah…er…Kurt?" Blaine blushed slightly.

"Yeah?"

"You look…wow. Totally smoking-I mean, great. Perfect," Blaine blurted, before clearing his throat awkwardly and hurrying inside.

Kurt bit back a smile. He took another deep breath. The song he had was definitely an anthem and would totally fit the Warblers because they were all different shapes, sizes, and colours. He got to sing, and spread his love of Gaga. Perfect. Why was he so nervous?

Maybe because he hadn't let his inner-diva free for a while besides on the weekends when Mercedes was over and he could bitch about stuff, or when he was in his room with the door locked.

He took a deep breath. Courage, Blaine's voice said in the back of his head. He sighed. He knew that one was going to come back to bite him in the butt. (For the record, though, he still had that first text.)

Get a room! David's voice suddenly piped up as Wes cackled mischievously in the background.

Get out of my head! Kurt yelled at them, before realizing that he was talking to nobody and should really get this show on the road. He took one last breath and walked-no-strutted in, looking much more confident then he felt.

There was a collective gasp as he walked in, ranging from disbelief to admiration. He winked at Blaine and the music started before Wes could make any comments.

Blaine managed to hit the right button. (Though he almost hit "eject.")

Kurt immediately fell into his zone when the first notes began. A few of the guys started nodding slightly as they recognized the song and Blaine was giving Kurt his, "Katy Perry will always be better," look that he got when they had that argument. Kurt opened his mouth and the song started.

It doesn't matter if you love him,
Or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'cause you were born this way, baby

Kurt grinned as quite a few more Warblers began to recognize the song. His inner-diva that had been free from his restraints made him begin to dance around slightly and circle the room.

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are"
She said, "'Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,"
Listen to me when I say

Kurt began doing a few of his, what Blaine called, "signature" moves, such as pawing through the air and Vogue-ing a little as he got ready for the chorus. Some of the Warblers began to instinctively pick up the background harmonies and sang along.

I'm beautiful in my way
'cause god makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Kurt gestured to himself and grinned devilishly as his past-Cheerio self made him jump into the air and do a perfect toe-touch, making quite a few guys' mouths drop open.

Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born-
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Kurt circled back around and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling him up. Blaine reached back and pulled up with him, Tom who pulled up Jim, who pulled up Stephen, who pulled up Laurence and it wasn't long before everyone who wasn't seated at the council table was up dancing around.

Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Don't be!

Kurt kept singing, enjoying his voice and shimmying with Blaine before he approached the council table. All the member looked at him suspiciously and he just grinned back at them.

Give yourself prudence
And love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah (love needs faith)

The Warblers shouted the translation and somebody turned up the volume as Kurt proceeded singing, while also yanking up the council member one by one until he got to Wes who put the worst fight but he eventually got the gavel out of his hand and his butt on the dance floor where he was just naturally pulled in.

Everyone joined in the chorus and their voices mixed together into one. The noise echoed off the tall, rafters in the ceiling and Kurt was sure the whole school could hear them, but honestly? Who cared.

Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way

Ooo there ain't no other way
Baby I was born-
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Kurt grinned as the bridge came up because it was his favourite part. He had made his way back to Blaine who had grabbed his hand and begun spinning him around. David did a back flip and papers were flying everywhere.

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'cause baby you were born this way

Kurt gestured to everyone who filled him in on the background and echoed his words, continuing to get louder whether that was possible or not. Even Wes seemed to have turned into his old self as he was doing the sprinkler near David who was laughing his head off.

No matter gay, straight, or bi,
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track baby
I was born to be brave

It seemed as if everyone had received some subliminal message because they all began putting their hands up, and shouting out the chorus for a last time.

I'm beautiful in my way
'cause god makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Blaine's arms found their way around Kurt's waist and he held him tight as Kurt continued to belt out the last few lines. Everyone seemed to be jumping up and down now and papers were still flying.

I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!

Blaine managed to hoist Kurt up long enough for the last few lines and it seemed no one could get much louder. As they shouted it out together, totally forgetting the background harmonies as everyone's voice got a chance to be heard.

I was born this way hey!
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!

Kurt's voice rose slightly above everyone else's one the last note as he had gone higher than anyone else was able to reach. The song ended and there was a silence.

The usually totally stiff and perfectly dapper and proper private school boys looked at each other. Their hair was messed up, the room was a mess, but they were more of a team than ever. It was an odd, but good change.

Finally, Blaine broke the silence, probably not thinking his words through before saying them, by announcing, "And damn, Kurt. I'm glad you were," and kissing him full on the lips in front of everyone who was, naturally, of course, staring.

There were some catcalls and wolf-whistles that continued even when the two boys broke apart. But then everyone went silent. Wes had stepped up onto the podium, and cleared his throat loudly with a look on his face that said he was about ready to throttle somebody, and Kurt bit his lip apologetically.

To everyone's surprise, Wes grinned widely and announced, "I think we've got our anthem!"

Everyone burst out in a chorus of cheers and Blaine hugged Kurt tightly, spinning him around.

Kurt couldn't help but think how lucky he was that he had finally let his true diva show, because, baby…

He was born this way.

A/N: I apologize for the cheesy ending. *facepalm* Yes, well. I KNOW that they're doing Raise Your Glass (An equally awesome song.) But I just HAD to make Kurt sing this song. Well, maybe it entertained you a little. Reviews are epic. :D Thanks for reading.