Cheerio!Kurt and nerd!Blaine… what better combination is there? None that I can think of!

So this is my first attempt at a chapter story in a long time, so I'm sorry if updates are sporadic – the ideas are gonna take time to brew :)

Onward!

Kurt Hummel was the HBIC (Head Bitch in Charge) at McKinley High School. He was the head Cheerio and every student – and even some teachers – did everything he and his girls Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce said. Kurt had so much power at McKinley, in fact, that no one even got down on him for being gay or in glee club, both of which were offenses that would have awarded lesser beings daily Slushie facials.

Yeah, Kurt Hummel had a pretty good life.

"You see the new kid?" Santana asked as she sat down next to him at lunch (which was really just gossip time for them – they couldn't afford to gain even an ounce of weight this close to a competition).

"Hello to you, too, Satan," Kurt said coolly, looking at his best friend. "But… what new kid?" he continued, needing Santana's dish to fuel his rapidly depleting gossip supply.

"Not much of anything, really. He's a junior, but he's taking, like, all senior classes. Guess he's like some sort of genius or something. Like Stephen Hawking, minus the wheelchair."

Kurt leaned back in his chair, already bored of the conversation. "So there's another bottom feeder at this school. Not seeing your point."

"I also have it on good authority," she added, "that he's on team gay."

"And…?" Kurt prompted. "I have a boyfriend, Satan."

Santana shrugged. "Eh, sometimes it doesn't hurt to have something on the side. Especially a virgin something."

"How do you know this guy's a virgin?" Kurt questioned, ignoring the fact that Santana had suggested he cheat on his boyfriend, which he would not do.

"See for yourself," she said flippantly. "He just walked in." Kurt looked over his shoulder and didn't have to search very hard to find this new kid.

He was shorter than Kurt by about four inches and had dark hair slicked back with gel. His eyes were magnified by thick, black-rimmed glasses and his outfit – crisp white shirt, emerald green cardigan, black bowtie, pressed khakis, and dark dress shoes – was something Kurt wasn't sure even his grandfather would be seen wearing. Attractive to a point, but so not Kurt's type.

"What a loser," he commented, turning back around, his girls nodding in agreement like they were supposed to. Kurt took his compact out of his bag and sneakily continued to watch the new kid, who was now glancing around the cafeteria, looking for somewhere to sit. Good luck with that, Kurt thought.

You see, McKinley was a cliché high school, complete with cliques and everything. Kurt, Santana, Brittany, and all the other cheerleaders were at the very top, with the football players on the rung below them. All the other students were on lower and lower rungs until you reached the very bottom where the kids like this new kid resided. The social ladder at McKinley was a hard one to climb and Kurt was one of the very few who had fought their way to the top – the chances of this nerdy transfer kid doing the same were slim to none.

"Kurt!" Santana's voice pierced the air and Kurt snapped his compact shut, closing the new boy out of his mind.

"What?" he snapped in what the students of McKinley had dubbed his Bitch Voice. It was a voice that pretty much guaranteed he got whatever it was he wanted at the time.

"Don't use that voice with me, Hummel. You know it'll get you nowhere," Santana snapped back. "And you've got a text message." She indicated his iPhone, which was lighting up with an unread message.

Kurt reached for the phone and opened the message, having a good idea of who it was.

You got Cheerios practice after school? – Sebastian

Yeah – Kurt

Want me to pick you up? – Sebastian

Depends. Are you taking me out? – Kurt

Well, I was thinking that we could go back to my place. I'm all alone in that big, cold house…. ;) – Sebastian

I like the way you think, Mr. Smythe – Kurt

"Let me guess," Santana said, reading over his shoulder. "You're "staying at my house" tonight, aren't you?"

"You know me so well," Kurt swooned, putting a hand over his heart. He spent the rest of the lunch period alternating between chatting with his girls and texting his boyfriend, only glancing over at the new kid – who was, of course, sitting by himself – twice.

Not that he, you know, cared about him or anything.

Kurt's last class of the day – English – was his worst because it was the only one where he didn't have at least one of his girls to sit and goof off in the back with. And if that wasn't bad enough, the teacher was new to McKinley and didn't yet understand that the red and white uniform meant that Kurt could do whatever the hell he wanted. Which meant that she actually expected him to pay attention and do his work. That didn't sit well with Kurt, not at all, so he resolved to talk to Coach Sue after practice to make sure the woman learned the rules.

So he was just sitting there, staring at the clock and counting down the minutes until Cheerios and ultimately when he could go to Sebastian's house, when he heard the teacher say his name. "What?" he asked, looking at her through his eyelashes, clearly conveying to her that he did not care about her stupid class and wanted nothing more than to get out of there.

"That's him right there," she said to whoever was standing beside her. "Just go take that seat, okay?" Kurt finally woke himself up to see who would be sitting next to him for the rest of the year and was surprised to find the new kid Santana had pointed out at lunch making his way over to him.

"Hi," the kid said and Kurt had the sudden image of a very eager puppy. "I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Kurt just looked at him, wondering how on earth he was even real, before saying, "And I don't care. So why don't you just stay on your side and keep your mouth shut and we'll all be happy, okay?" And with that, he turned his back on this Blaine kid and slouched down in his seat, tilting his head back and counting the ceiling tiles, which was a million times more interesting than the teacher's stupid ass lecture.

Kurt walked out of the locker room after Cheerios practice, every muscle in his body on fire. Sue had started working them even harder with the competition only three weeks away and Kurt didn't even want to think about how much he was going to ache on the days he had Cheerios and Glee.

Of course, all thoughts of aching muscles and cheer routines and 80s pop songs blew away with the crisp October wind when Kurt saw his boyfriend leaning up against his bright white Lexus. Sebastian pushed off the car and met Kurt half way, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. "Well, hello, beautiful," Sebastian said, smiling warmly down at Kurt, who blushed about as red as the Cheerios uniform in his gym bag. Even after six months, it still made him feel all giddy inside to hear Sebastian call him things like "beautiful", "gorgeous", and "sexy".

"Hi," Kurt said softly, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from Sebastian's face. Then he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Sebastian wound his arms tighter around Kurt's waist, crushing their bodies together. As he deepened the kiss, Kurt's arms automatically curled around Sebastian's neck and he sighed when Sebastian's tongue traced his bottom lip. They continued to kiss, to familiarize themselves with each other's bodies, until Sebastian slipped a hand inside Kurt's back pocket. "Seb," Kurt chastised against the taller boy's lips. "Not here."

"Well," Sebastian said in the devilish voice that sent chills down Kurt's spine. "Let's go somewhere a bit more… private, then." He led Kurt to his car, opening the door and then closing it behind him. As Sebastian walked around the car to the driver's side, Kurt watched that kid Blaine come out of the library wing and climb into a station wagon. He didn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off the beaten up old car, but when Sebastian got in the car and slid his hand into Kurt's over the center console….

Who the hell was Blaine?

How was that for a start? Sorry if it started a bit slow, I swear it's going to pick up soon. Also, I don't know how long this is going to be, but I will definitely let you know when we're nearing the end :)

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