Hello, and welcome to this crazy idea I had! I've always wanted to write a fanfic, but have never had the guts. So, here we go! Please make sure to read the author's notes at the bottom of this (after you finish reading it all, of course (; don't skip!) and without further ado, The End of the Beginning!
Chapter One
If you would've asked Blaine Anderson if he would see himself dating Santana Lopez a year ago, he would be completely bewildered. Somehow, it happened. Over the course of his relationship with Santana, Blaine had learned three things.
One: being the "it" couple was hard. Ever since Finn Hudson and Quinn Fabray had broken up, all eyes turned to Blaine and Santana. It was as if they were under a microscope at all times. Everyone knew exactly what was happening in their lives. Blaine found the attention annoying. He couldn't take a step without someone whispering about him. Santana, however, acted as if it were nothing. Her words and snarky comments may be vicious, but she never seemed to care about anything.
Two: acting like an actual couple was a no-go. They never held hands, never used pet names, and PDA was far off limits. It actually shocked him when Santana began acting like this. When he first heard the name Santana Lopez, she was known for sleeping around. Blaine was expecting Santana to beg him to have sex with her. When they started dating, though, they never mentioned it. The most affection she had shown was when she kissed him on the cheek for a picture her Abuela was taking during Christmas. Being honest, he was okay with the lack of affection.
Three: Brittany Pierce was Santana's best friend, and she put Brittany before anyone else. Joining the Cheerios and seeing Santana gravitate towards the ditzy, blonde, and, well, dumb cheerleader was a shock to him. At first, he thought that Santana was dating Britt, but she insisted that she was straight.
"Dwarf, Britts and I are friends. It's rude of you to assume that we're having sex just because she's bi," Santana had told him. "Plus, I'm straight. You know that."
She would help Brittany with anything she needed. Sometimes, the tasks that Britt needed help with were absurd, such as the time Brittany needed help hiding her cat's marijuana. However, she was dead serious. Sometimes, she would even offer for Blaine to tag along.
Putting up with Santana was definitely difficult sometimes. Santana's snark was unpredictable, and would strike at moments when he didn't expect it. She would lash out the most around Rachel Berry, the 'Jewish singing dwarf' as Santana had nicknamed her. He knew to steer clear whenever Santana was alone with Berry.
He never expected to join the Cheerios. He, being honest, never really wanted to join the Cheerios. Sue Sylvester was awful to the students, and her daily workouts were killer to the cheerleaders of William McKinley High. Santana, as Co-Head Cheerleader, basically got him a free pass to the Cheerios table in the cafeteria and a spot in the uniform. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a break from floating around in the food chain of McKinley. Of course, the occasional slushie he had to throw always made him rethink his choices, but Blaine was happy to have a spot at the lunch table. He was protected when he was around the Cheerios. He did admire how the pants hugged his ass just right. That was a perk.
"Alright, ladies," Quinn Fabray had announced one day, looking over the table, packed with students in Cheerios uniforms. "- and Blaine," she corrected, glancing at him. He sighed. "Slushies are ready. They finally got the machines working again. Everyone's had their break." Her voice became hushed all of a sudden. "I heard Noah Puckerman got tossed into the dumpster by Jacob." The Cheerios around Blaine began to whisper, as if they were panicked. He noticed Santana take Brittany's hand. Brittany, panicking, looked at Quinn.
"Sometimes, if I slushie the right person, they'll let me lick it off of them," she whispered. Santana nodded approvingly, as if she understood Brittany's motives. The Cheerios ignored the blonde's comment and looked to Quinn again.
Quinn Fabray always conspired plans like this. Being the HBIC gave her the right to do whatever she wanted at McKinley without question. Without a slushie in her hand, she lost some of that power that the title gave her.
"The glee club is working on a setlist for Sectionals after they lost last year." The table laughed quietly. They didn't hate the glee club, per se, but they were easy targets. The glee kids seemed to have given up protecting themselves against the wrath of the Cheerios.
"I say we ambush them after they practice and give them all a nice slushie facial to prepare them for their competition," Quinn said, looking over the table of satisfied nods and quiet murmurs. She nodded proudly, then looked to Blaine. He was startled by the sudden attention.
"What do you say, pretty boy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
Once you got a nickname from Quinn Fabray, it stuck. Pretty boy was his' and he was forced to live with it. He shrugged, looking down at his overcooked green beans resting on his tray.
"Sounds like a plan, Quinn," he said, not looking up. He noticed her nodding from the corner of his eye, and she turned back to the table.
"It's official, then. Project Slushie is ago."
Kurt Hummel's day was not going as planned. Hell, even that was an understatement.
When he woke up, he realized that his nice Prada shoes were, somehow, completely dirty. He couldn't complete his outfit without the shoes, and cleaning them was too much time he would have to cut out of his moisturizing routine. Picking a new outfit was the only option.
A last-minute outfit choice would normally put a taint on Kurt's day, but it only got worse. As soon as he walked into school, a shoulder shoved him into the lockers. Groaning, he looked up, only to see Dave Karofsky standing a good couple feet away, a smirk on his face.
"Good morning, lady gay," he said, laughing. Azimio walked up beside him, high-fived Karofsky, then walked off with him, laughing sinisterly.
Rubbing his sore shoulder, he walked to his locker. There, he saw a Crumbled piece of paper sitting inside when he opened it. The Cheerios and their slushies are back. The handwriting was distinctly Tina's; he could tell it from a mile away. What scared him was the almost fearful way it seemed to have been written.
Kurt never had any problems with the Cheerios. Santana was never cruel to him, and Quinn Fabray seemed to not be as completely disgusted by his presence as she was by some other members of the glee club. However, the only Cheerio that seemed to seem sympathetic for him was Blaine Anderson, the notorious boyfriend of Santana Lopez.
When he first saw Blaine, he was sure he was gay. His bowties and gelled hair basically screamed homosexual. However, once he started dating Santana, the bowties disappeared and he loosened his gel use. His curly hair could be seen, but it was still contained. He couldn't hide his disappointment when word got around that the two were an item. However, he was still convinced that something was up between them.
McKinley was the home of PDA, whether Coach Sue liked it or not. Students would make out against the lockers, hold hands, whisper in each other's ears in English class. When Quinn Fabray was dating Finn Hudson, they kissed non-stop. Now, even as the "it" couple, Santana and Blaine wouldn't even hold hands. He had every right to suspect something.
Kurt knew if he even mentioned this, Quinn would personally execute him. Anyone who tried to mess with the social ranks was a dead man. He wasn't sure that Santana would lay a finger on him, despite her sometimes hurtful comments. She seemed to have a soft spot for him, and his brief conversations with her were usually pleasant and made him chuckle. Blaine was lucky.
Maybe his old attraction to Blaine Anderson wasn't healthy. Hell, Blaine was straight. He may not show it, but he told everyone he was, and Kurt wouldn't label anyone wrongly. He knew how mean it could be. Him liking Blaine in the past only made the entire student body know that he was capital G gay. Only Karofsky seemed to have an issue with it, but he knew that he was ogled at whenever he walked through the halls in his designer fashion.
Glee club was his only true safe spot. Despite the overwhelming amount of divas in the club, they all accepted and loved him just the same, gay or not. Plus, they simply adored his voice, and Rachel insisted that they sing a duet from Wicked or Funny Girl any chance they had. Of course, she was sure to make time for her own solos, but he had to admit: Rachel was talented, so he made sure to take any opportunity.
He entered the doors to the choir room, and everyone was silent. They looked up, saw Kurt, then returned to their quiet work. Rachel was rummaging through sheet music, decorated with gold stars, Finn was adjusting the drum set, Tina was at the piano, and Artie was on his phone. Everyone else simply watched them do this. It was an uncomfortable silence.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, sitting down next to Mercedes. She shook her head, looking up from her hands. Their gazes met for a moment, and Kurt saw the worry in her eyes.
"They're back, Kurt. The slushie machines. We're done for," she whispered. Kurt raised an eyebrow, pushing his bag off his shoulder and onto the ground.
"Is that all?" he questioned. Rachel looked up from her sheet music.
"Is that all? Why, yes, Kurt, I guess it is! I guess us getting a slushie facial every day is all. Isn't this grand, Finn?" she shot a harsh look at the drummer who looked down apologetically.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked Rachel, who stopped glaring at Finn and turned to her friend.
"Oh, you know, only the fact that he's being forced by his friends to slushie me tomorrow."
Finn sighed, standing up from the drum set. Kurt took the opportunity to snatch a drumstick and begin twirling it as he listened to the two.
"You know I have to. Quinn will hate me if I don't, and I-"
"It's all about Quinn, isn't it?" Rachel screeched, throwing the sheet music onto the chair as she stood. "What's so special about Quinn? She's blonde? She's pretty? Gosh, Finn, you're so shallow! We're here for you, and you still follow orders from her," the 'her' was harsh as it rolled off her tongue, "- and you continue to slushie us!"
Mr. Schuester, tired, walked in, a cup of coffee in his hand, a stack of sheet music in the other. He rubbed his eyes as he leaned on the piano. Tina shuffled away and Brad, the piano played, took her spot. He eyed the keys, then looked back up at Mr. Schue.
"Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked, setting the coffee down. "Are you okay?"
"I will be once I can sing my damn song," she muttered, standing up. She handed Brad sheet music, then stood in the center of the room.
"This is the song I will be singing for my solo at Sectionals," she announced to the club. Everyone groaned as Brad began to play.
Blaine walked up to the group of Cheerios, all holding Big Gulp cups filled to the brim with icy, red-dyed slushies. They whispered, excited, as Quinn peered into the choir room. They were all packing up their stuff and collecting their sheet music. As soon as the group inside the room began walking towards the door, Quinn scurried out of the way and stood in front of the group, giggling.
They had positioned themselves so they couldn't be seen unless the door opened. They were ready to strike, with their slushies held high. Blaine had set himself up in the back. Maybe, he thought, he couldn't hit anyone from the back. He would be fine. He didn't want to do this. It was one of the many tasks he had to perform to be a Cheerio. That was the price to pay for popularity. That, and dating the vicious Santana Lopez.
Quinn looked over her shoulder and noticed Blaine. She grinned and pulled him to the front, earning a few surprised squeals from Cheerios she pushed past.
"Aww, come on, gel!" she squealed, positioning him between her and Santana. "You'll miss all the fun if you're in the back. Shit, they're coming!"
Blaine watched the group make their way to the door. Standing beside Rachel Berry was Kurt Hummel. He reached up to fix his already perfectly-styled hair as Rachel talked to him, her hands moving wildly. He watched Kurt reach for the door. For a split second, he could've sworn that those wide, blue eyes focused on him, but he simply stopped and slowly twisted the door handle.
Kurt is smart, he assured himself. He would warn the club if he saw us.
Blaine noticed the designer outfit he was wearing. It was a white jacket and black jeans with white lining. It hugged his legs. He didn't expect Kurt to be the type to wear jeans this tight to school. The boots that ended his jeans were white with black laces. By throwing this slushie, his entire, perfect outfit would be ruined. Something about those eyes seemed to beg him not to throw it without him even looking at Blaine.
Guilt settled in the bottom of his stomach. Quinn seemed to have noticed and nudged him, snapping Blaine out of his trance. He held his slushie at his side, eyes flicking between the door, which was slowly opening, and the slushie.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and the entire glee club screamed when the ice-cold slushies hit them all, Kurt ending up the front of the attack. Once Quinn's slushie had left her cup and landed on Rachel Berry's reindeer sweater, she began laughing uncontrollably, the Cheerios soon joining her. The only one that wasn't laughing was Blaine.
Kurt felt every small piece of ice hit his skin. His perfect moisuirizing routine now had to include a thorough scrubbing of his face after the slushie ambush. He gasped once the cold ice hit is face, dripping down his clothes, and some of the ice slipping underneath his shirt. The initial cold hitting his skin made him tense up. He gasped, rubbing slushie out of his eyes. However, the hits kept coming, and after a solid thirty seconds, he opened his eyes.
Not one, but almost thirty Cheerios stood before him, all holding empty cups of slushies.
"We're back, bitches!" a voice from the back of the Cheerio group squealed, and they began to laugh harder. Quinn was handed another cup from someone behind her and she took the opportunity to dump it directly over Rachel Berry's head.
"Stay away from my man," Quinn whispered. Rachel, confused, looked behind her. She realized that Finn was untouched by any of the slushies and let out a cry of distress.
The Cheerios all took the chance to scurry away. The glee club all ran to the girl's bathrooms. However, Kurt simply stood at the door, watching Blaine Anderson. He hadn't run after the Cheerios, but he didn't seem to me moving. He didn't meet Kurt's gaze, and instead, looked at his pristine white shoes. Kurt's didn't have the same quality.
"Blaine," Kurt said simply. Blaine looked up. His hair was dripping with slush, and his face and clothes were covered with red ice. There was a large, wet puddle around his feet of red slushie. He looked miserable, yet still calm. Blaine, on the other hand, had guilt washed across his face.
"K-Kurt," Blaine stuttered, staring at the slush dripping off of the boy in front of him.
"You didn't throw your slushie," Kurt stated, staring at the cup in his hands. He was right; it was still filled, despite the small layer that had dripped off.
"I-I, uh, y-yeah, I guess d-didn't," Blaine said quietly. Without thinking, he reached into his bag and pulled out a red towel, folded nicely. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"I, uhm, u-use it f-for Cheerios p-practice," Blaine stuttered. "You c-can use i-it." He held it out to Kurt, avoiding his eyes again as Kurt gingerly plucked it out of his grip. He used it to wipe the slushie off his face.
"You should get back to the Cheerios," Kurt said, stone-faced. "They'll think I'm turning you gay or something. Quinn wouldn't appreciate that."
Blaine sighed. People associated his social ranking with Quinn more than they did with Santana, his girlfriend. Should that prove something? He shrugged it off and watched as Kurt disppeared into the girl's bathroom. He wished that could be his last day of throwing slushies. Something about Kurt Hummel's misery-filled eyes made him squirm with discomfort for the rest of the day.
Alright! There's the first chapter!
Some notes I have to make: no, I do not ship Santana and Blaine. This is a KLAINE fanfiction, after all! Some of you may be hoping for Brittana, but from what I have planned, there will be no main focus on Brittany and Santana. The perspectives will shift between Kurt and Blaine. I will try to write and update as much as a can!
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