CHAPTER 1

Kurt was woken to the beeping of his alarm. He groaned, rolling over to bash it with his hand. He wasn't used to waking up this early yet. He had slept in almost every day of his summer break and despite his efforts to try to get back into the routine of school, it hadn't worked.

He rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. Small rays of sunlight broke through the edges of the curtain. The calls of birds were audible though the thick glass of the window. It was a beautiful morning to be awake and he was annoyed about having to spend it cooped up in a room full of seventeen year olds at school.

Reluctantly, Kurt peeled the thin sheets from his body and got up. He peered around the corner to briefly check himself out in the mirror only to see his hair messed up and knotted from a night of restless sleep and slight bags under his eyes.

He walked into his ensuite bathroom, slipping off his satin pyjamas and turning on the shower. Stepping under the stream of water, he sighed. He let the water run over his body for a while before soaping himself down. After washing himself off, he cut the water and stepped out. Towel wrapped around his waist, he dug around a drawer of his dressing table for his moisturising cream. Pulling open his closet, he knew exactly what he was going to wear. He pulled out a cool, yet stylish, pink t-shirt and a pair of thin designer pants. He slipped on his matching shoes and slipped out of the room.

The drive to the grounds of McKinley was the usual. He and Finn immersed in light conversation as they wound through the streets of Lima. They reached the school within fifteen minutes, the first siren not to go for another twenty minutes.

He glanced over at Finn before getting out the car. There was something odd about the way he was acting today. Usually, for the first day of school, he was neither enthusiastic nor unenthusiastic. Kurt knew that it had nothing to do with Rachel; Finn had seen her nearly every day of the summer break. He just couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He followed Finn through the school yard. There weren't all that many people around, just a few groups here and there. Finn led him into the hallways which were less populated than the bare school ground. The students of McKinley tried to stay away from the school as much as possible until they had to be there.

Finn punched Kurt lightly in the arm before heading off down a corridor to his locker. Kurt slowly started to climb the stairs, letting his mind wander. He wandered how Blaine was now, if he was talking to his Warbler friends.

The thought of Blaine dampened his mood. He sighed. He couldn't help but pull out his iPhone in hope of finding a text from Blaine. All of a sudden Blaine had stopped texting Kurt his daily 'Courage', which Kurt found adorable rather than inspiring, and had rarely spoken to Kurt.

Throughout the last week or so of his summer vacation he hardly contacted Blaine. His phone calls were rejected and his texts were rarely replied to. Reaching his locker, he sighed sadly, putting his phone back in his pocket. There was nothing he could do but wait.

Standing in the shadows, it hurt his heart to see Kurt like this. He knew it was cruel, what he did, but it was for a reason. Only a few more hours until he found out. Only a few more hours until this could all be resolved. But until then, he had to live with seeing Kurt sad, as much as it pained him to do so.

The day slowly crept past, the clock ticking seemingly slowly in comparison to the summer holidays. He sighed, the monotonous voice of the teacher only a slight buzzing in the back of his hearing. He glanced over at Finn, who sat passing notes to Rachel, and couldn't help wonder what was up with him.

He had been acting weird all day and, come to think of it, so had Rachel. And Mercedes. And Sam. And even Tina and Artie. Something was going on that he didn't know about, but knowing the Glee kids, it could be anything.

Last period was French. He walked down the hallways beside Karofsky who still wore the red 'Bullywhips' jacket and beret. They approached Santana, whom also wore the silky, red jacket and beret that made both her and Karofsky look extremely gay, he found.

She glanced over her shoulder at he and Karofsky and hissed something to the invisible person she was talking to. She looked back at Kurt and smiled innocently, if that were somehow possible for Santana, as he walked past.

"What was that all about?" he asked Karofsky who shrugged, not looking at Kurt. Kurt couldn't understand what was going on. Had something happened that they didn't want him to know about? Or maybe they were planning a surprise party for him for god knows what.

He laughed quietly to himself, earning a puzzled glare from Karofsky. Entering the classroom, thousands of ridiculous possibilities ran through his head. Little did he know that the one he thought the least likely was actually the one that was about to come to life.

TO BE CONTINUED