Hey guys! This is my first time writing fanfiction, so give some suggestions maybe? While we are waiting for season 3 of Glee to start, I had this plot thing that evolved in my head. Kinda like my version of season 3. Or how season 3 will play out if I was the writer of the whole show. So I wanted to share. Of course, being a Klaine shipper, my plot mostly revolves around Klaine but I'll develop the story and different characters as I deem fit. This is just a prologue to the 'show' and I hope you guys like it. :) Maybe I'll post the first chapter next week. Thanks for reading!
Looking around me, I noticed I was in the McKinley courtyard. There were so many people around, but luckily, no Azimio or any of the burly, brainless, homophobic jocks. Not that I was bullied, the Bully Whips were pretty efficient so far. But I hadn't quite gotten used to the 'protection'. I quite liked lashing out at those jocks. To speak the truth, I loved insulting them. But I welcome the change too. It was nice.
Strange, it's still the holidays, isn't it? Why am I in school and why are all these people in school? I don't even recognise anyone. Shouldn't everyone be at home snoozing their butts out? And where's Mercedes? And the glee club? It doesn't make sense for me to be in school alone.
I shrugged, clutched my bag strap and turned in the direction of the choir room. Maybe they're there. Then, I spotted something familiar. Too familiar in fact.
A black head. Or specifically, a head of black, curly, wild hair.
Blaine.
Why would Blaine be here? At McKinley. The last time he came was prom. I didn't expect him to turn up in my school in the middle of the school day! My heart fluttered. Maybe he wanted to surprise me. He was just too sweet. I would to give him the pleasure of surprising me but seeing that I had not seen him for 3 days, the yearning had a stronger pull. It really sucked that Dalton started a day earlier than McKinley and he had to return a day ahead to settle into dorm. Well, too bad for him, the secret was out, and Kurt Hummel enjoys surprising people. Especially so when the target was so appealing.
Grinning, I raced towards my boyfriend. As I neared him, squeezing through the incoming crowd, I noticed that Blaine wasn't wearing his blazer. In fact, he wasn't wearing his school uniform. He was wearing normal clothes. His usual street clothes. Furthermore, his hair wasn't gelled. Feeling confused, I called out.
'Blaine!'
I finally caught up to him and he turned to give me a dazzling smile. That lovely smile that I love so much. I moved forward to hug him but froze halfway, looking to his side. A girl. A punk girl. I gave her a look over and that was when I realised something was indeed strange.
They were holding hands. Their hands are linked. My Blaine and this punk stranger.
My brows furrowed and I turned back to Blaine, who looked increasingly sheepish.
'Who is she?', my voice was thick with suspicion.
His reply was hesitant, "Oh, she's my.."