Loosely based on the book by Kieran Scott. Anything you recognize, I don't own. I'm thinking about more frequent updates, but smaller chapters.
I Was A Non-Blonde (Male) Cheerleader
Chapter One
First day of school. First. Day. Kurt was pretty sure that starting in August was bad enough, but starting at a new school at the beginning of October of your junior year was worse. For one thing, he didn't know anyone. And he was gay. Two strikes, and he didn't need one more. For example, his brother Finn warned him about being the new kid. He knew the rules, especially the most important one:
1. Show up to lunch late. That way, you'll see where each clique sits and you'll avoid the embarassment of sitting at the popular table.
At his old school, Kurt was a popular, so the rule felt a little insulting, but nevertheless, being a new kid was nervewracking. He checked his outfit once again as he approached the new school, William McKinley High. Black skinny jeans, a white button-up with a black vest and a blue bowtie. He approved, and honestly didn't care if anyone else did.
He walked up to the doors and noticed people milling about, and they were almost leering at him. Kurt took a breath. The first step was always the hardest. He braced himself and took a step.
And promptly felt his foot catch and himself falling.
But he was saved from embarassment by a strong arm that grabbed him arm and helped him. Kurt turned around to see a short curly-haired guy that my God was attractive. Kurt noticed he was a good bit shorter than him. Almost perfectly shorter than him. Kurt could imagine the guy resting his head on his shoulder during a slow dance.
He was wearing red, tight pants with boat shoes and no socks, and a black Polo with a red bowtie. Kurt was glad someone shared his love of the neckwear.
"Thanks," Kurt said.
The guy grinned and said, "Hey, I've never seen you around before. My name's Blaine, and I'm a sophmore."
A sophmore? Kurt couldn't believe it. He walked beside Blaine down the hallway, recieving shocked stares and curious stares. "I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'm a junior," he said softly. Blaine grinned and grabbed his shoulder.
"Welcome, new kid," Blaine grinned. "See you around?"
Kurt sure hoped so. He glanced at his schedule and noticed he had Spanish with W. Schuester. He shrugged and looked at the class number, thankful he was close to the three hundred hall. Actually, the Spanish classroom was a few feet away. He quickened his pace and walked into the classroom.
The first thing he noticed when he walked in was, "Whoa, hot guys." Then, when looking at the teacher, "Whoa, I like this school." Then he noticed all of the girls in cheerleading uniforms. What was even odder was the fact they were all blonde. Were there any brunette cheerleaders here?
Behind him, a dark skinned girl in a chearleading uniform tapped his shoulder and said, "Excuse me, I need to get past. So move."
Kurt turned around, and the dark skinned girl looked giddy. "Finally!"
"What?" Kurt asked.
"A guy who has an IQ greater than 10!" She grinned, pulling his arm to the back of the class, where the two sat side-by-side in the slate gray desks.
"My name's Kurt," he grinned. He liked this girl.
"I'm Mercedes," she smiled. "And we better pay attention, Mr. Schue likes pop quizzes. He also runs the Glee club."
"Glee club?" Kurt said hopefully. "I love Glee!"
Mercedes bit her lip. "You will until you realize how uncool it is."
"Glee club is uncool here?" Kurt asked increduously. What kind of school was this?