Author's Note: Well hi! :) This is my first fanfiction. In this story Kurt didn't want to go through high school because he knew it'd be worse than middle school so he went to Dalton in freshman year. Uh enjoy!

Blaine. Freaking. Anderson.

Out of everybody in Dalton I just had to be stuck with him as a roommate. I am seriously going to find out who made this stupid list and hunt them down. It's no secret that Blaine and I hate each other, so when Nick and Jeff, my two best friends, asked who I was rooming with and saw pure furry in my eyes they could guess pretty easily who.

It all started in the beginning of sophomore year; Blaine was super popular, while I was just another nobody. Sure when I first saw him I thought he was kind of hot, but now hell no, just another snobby rich kid.

Blaine got everything; all the teachers loved him, he got the best grades, and he got the best boys. At an all boy school you'd think that I, Kurt Hummel, would actually have a boyfriend by the middle of sophomore year, but nooooo, they all went to Blaine freakin' Anderson.

In the beginning of sophomore year the audition sheet for the Warblers, Dalton's a capella show choir group, went up. I was so excited I could barely contain my squeal when I ran up to my two best friends who were about 20 steps behind. Nick and Jeff were looking at me like I was crazy or something.

Then Nick asked me, "Uh, hey Kurt, what's up?"

"The audition sheet for the Warblers is up! Come on guys, we have to sign up!" I answered while dragging them to the list.

We got in, but didn't find out till the first practice who else was in the group. Blaine, of course, I thought bitterly, he sings too.

Nick and Jeff saw the look of utter distaste on my face when he walked in, so they started to distract me.

I was actually starting to forget Blaine was even there until a gavel sounded in the room and everybody silenced.

"Hi everybody, welcome to the Warblers! My name is Wes, this guy to my right is David, and this other guy is Thad. We are kind of like your teacher, but we're students called the council. Now this is kind of how the Warblers work. We have one main soloist in the choir," There were a couple of groans in the room. "But that doesn't mean that other people won't be able to sing lead too! We will have auditions throughout the year for different gigs and such, but there has to be one main person, the one who we thought auditioned the best."

I'm not going to lie, I really wanted to be the main soloist, and I mean come on, who wouldn't. The Warblers are like rock stars, and to be the main soloist would make me legendary.

"So the main soloist is…" please be me, please be me, please be me "Blaine Anderson!"

Of fucking course. Why wouldn't the best friend of two of the three council members be the main soloist, I thought to myself. When I saw that everybody was staring at me, I realized that I said that out loud.

"We picked Blaine because he was the best, not because of favorites," David, one of two said best friends, said.

"Yeah right," I drawled, "I highly doubt he's any good."

"Seriously, you don't think I'm any good? How did you even make it in the Warblers?" Blaine asked with a disgusted look in his face and fire in his eyes. Guess Mr. Perfect doesn't like being insulted, I thought.

I gave him one of my 'bitch- please' glares and said, "Obviously because I can sing, is all that hair gel seeping into your brain? You know if you even have one."

"Oh I have a brain; maybe you should go to the Wizard of Oz and ask for a heart."

"Sure I will right when you give me the directions to the yellow brick road, munchkin. I mean seriously are you even tall enough to ride the big boy roller coasters?"

"At least my voice isn't higher than a six year old girl's."

"Oh wow. Not just a hobbit, but a jackass too. Charming."

"And you're a bitch!"

I opened my mouth to say another comeback when a gavel started pounding. I just realized that Blaine and I were yelling in each other's faces… in Warbler practice… on my first day… awesome.

"Kurt! Blaine! I will have order!"

We both silenced and looked at Wes, who was clearly on the verge of losing his temper. "Now Kurt, if you want a solo you can audition for one in October, but as of now Blaine will be the main soloist." I opened my mouth again, "- and no we are not 'picking favorites'. Please go back to your seats," Wes added in a stern voice.

Gah, what happened to the nice guy who was welcoming us 5 minutes ago? I liked him better than this stuck up snob, I thought bitterly.

We went back to our seats, glaring daggers at each other, both secretly thinking, if only looks could kill. Thus the hatred was born.

From then on, every time we saw each other insults were yelled until somebody physically separated us or deathly glares were thrown each other's way when we couldn't talk.

Don't even get me started on how long it took to convince Mrs. Adams that no, it would not be a good idea to have us sitting next to each other to "learn how to act more civilized around each other".

We can barely be in the same room for more than five minutes before we start attacking each other, I'm pretty sure everybody's surprised that we haven't started throwing punches yet.

Now it's the beginning of junior year, after three months of a blissful Blaine-free summer, I looked at my assigned roommate and find out I have to spend a whole year rooming with him.

With a groan, I walked away from the roommates list, with my best friends in tow.

Those lucky bitches got put with each other while I got stuck with the hobbit with a helmet of gel.

This is going to be a long year, I thought bitterly.

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