The Jock, the Dancer, and a Not-So-Innocent Pixie

Chapter 1-Kat

AN: After much internal debate about the geekiness of this story, I finally decided to just write it and post it. Slashfics don't count as geeky (contradict that, Brittany! ;D). Anyway, I should mention Kat before I get insanely engrossed in this story. She is my OC from the Twilight fandom, but I'm borrowing her to use here, as a human of course. She's only 14 but she can sing (and I do mean sing.) Plus she's a natural matchmaker. See where this is going? Yeah. But enough of my rambling. On with the story!

Kat's POV (to introduce her character)

A good chunk of my life depends on a single cardigan.

Since I joined the peer counseling group at William McKinley High School, I formed a sort of second personality. Her name is Pixi, and she always wears a purple cardigan. That's how I distinguish between her and the regular Kat.

Until recently, I only needed to use Pixi in the peer counseling thing. She was a rational, impartial person who wouldn't bring her feelings or opinions into any situation. Recently, however, Pixi has been talking to me about her "patients", and it's getting harder and harder to keep my two personalities separate.

I suppose I'll start at the beginning. I'm Kat Evans. No full name, just Kat. I have short blonde hair and bluish gray eyes. People tell me I can sing really well, but I don't usually believe them. Pixi looks the same as me (obviously) and she always has her cardigan around her shoulders. Because peer counseling is like anonymous Confession, and you can't see your counselor, very few people know that Pixi and I are the same person.

I haven't always attended McKinley High. In fact, until a few weeks ago, I didn't even live in Ohio. I used to live in Pennsylvania with my dad and his girlfriend. I went to a really good school and even had a couple of friends. In the summer, however, I traveled to McKinley to live with my mom. When I was younger, she used to send me to a day camp for part of the day while she worked. I met a lot of people there, and a few of them actually liked me. I had a second set of friends. Unfortunately, I always had to go back to Pennsylvania at the end of the summer, and my new friends stayed in McKinley.

I should probably also mention that I have been openly bisexual since the third grade. I didn't ever tell my parents, though. I could never find the time when they dropped me off, and I wanted to tell them together. Sometimes, my mom comes up to PA (usually on weekends) to briefly check up on me. That's when I decided to tell her and Dad.

They didn't get violent, at first. My mom was perfectly okay with it. Not so much with dad. I believe his exact words were, "Well, okay. Thanks for telling me. I can get you signed up for that church support group and we can fix this."

Of course, I flipped out. How could he even imply that I needed the Church to "fix" me?? I'm perfectly fine the way I am! Anyway, there was a huge fight, which ended with him kicking me out. My mom and I were allowed a half-hour to pack up my stuff, and we left for good.

After a bunch of legal hoo-ha, I was registered at McKinley—in the middle of the school year. Fabulous. Anyway, that's where I created Pixi. Little did I know that she would eventually cause way more trouble than she was worth…

APRIL 17th-McKINLEY HIGH PARKING LOT

The usual flurry of pre-bell excitement surrounded Kat as she fiddled with her cell phone outside the school's entrance. She watched to see if anyone looked familiar/nice/helpful, etc. Not one glance in her direction. New schools were a drag. Hopefully she would recognize someone from day care; a familiar face would be nice.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the parking lot, Kurt had just narrowly avoided being thrown in a Dumpster. Grateful, yet slightly annoyed, he hurried over to exactly where Kat was standing. She looked up at him and squinted. "Yes?" he asked, a little confused.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" she wondered. "You look kinda familiar."

"I don't know. Are we in class together?" Kurt offered.

"No…" Kat said, and then snapped her fingers. "You went to my day camp! Rec club at the park, 2001!"

"Oh, yeah! I remember you."

"Right, I thought you were a girl the first day, remember?" She nudged him playfully on the arm. He laughed.

"So, did you transfer schools or something? I thought you lived in Pennsylvania." They began walking into the building.

"No. I just moved in with my mom."

He looked at her questioningly. "How did that happen? I mean, you said the rules were set in stone."

Kat paused for a second, then decided that she would need to tell people soon enough. Why not start with someone she knew? "My dad kicked me out when I told him I was gay."

Kurt blinked. "You're gay? Since when?"

"Well, bi actually. And I have been since third grade. But I guess you wouldn't know that."

"That's true. I stopped going to day camp when I was 8." Kurt checked his watch. "Well, I should probably get to class. See you at lunch, maybe. Fifth hour?"

Kat smiled. "Yeah. See ya then!"

Kurt walked off down a completely different hallway, and Kat checked her schedule. Honors Algebra II (she could vomit) followed by Honors English I (aka the light at the end of the tunnel) and Computer Graphic Design (an even brighter light). She followed the numbers outside the classrooms, noting that they were ten times as orderly as her old school. At least I won't get lost too easily, she thought. And I have a lunch table! Suddenly optimistic, Kat continued to her first class.

AN: So there you have it. Kat's actually a lot less mature than she appears in the first section. Pixi is the super-mature one, and then Kat is way off the wall (though she can settle down when she needs to). And as a sidenote, Kat is loosely based on me (meaning that I sing a lot, I'm taking those classes next year, and I'm super off the wall) but not entirely (meaning that I can't sing that well, I'm not bi, and I don't have a second personality. Plus, my dad would NOT kick me out if I was bi.) Oh, and the thing about the classroom numbers is true at my school. We have room 240 next to 242, and then 243 is way across the school. No joke. But enough of my incessant rambling! Review, minions, review! (Including you, mom.)