Note: This fic is slightly AU (season 3), so I can only hope some of the things I think up can actually happen on the show. I got the idea because my old high school used to do a 'Spirit Week' where each day was a different dress up day. I wonder if all high schools do this or if I was just at a weird school?

What do you all think? Did your school do stuff like this? If so, please leave a review with what you did (and how you liked this snippet please!) I would like to take everyone's ideas and turn this fic into 4 more spirit days leading into Homecoming.

Also, if I do continue this, Glee will not be performing at the halftime show. It's already been done and I don't want to trample on the work of one of my favorite routines from Season 2. Enjoy!

Ok... this was just obscenely cliche.

High school was supposed to be a place of school spirit, right?

But did it have to be this gaudy?

And who the hell thought that Stoplight Day was an appropriate spirit activity?

The words "Sesame Street" popped into Kurt's head as he watched the shuffle of students in bright red, yellow, and green trudge up to the doors of William McKinley High School.

It was homecoming week. Thus, in the name of support for the football team, each day in the week had been assigned as a dress up day for the students in the school. The rules of the first day, Monday, were simple: each person was supposed to wear a color representing their dating (or lack thereof) status. Red for taken, yellow for negotiable, and green for free. While Kurt had no problem flaunting any of those colors in a fabulous way, he looked on in disgust at the simple offerings of his peers going into the school. Seriously, many of them looked like they went to the local Wal-Mart and picked up the cheapest, most hick-like, and skankiest clothing. Was it that hard to take a color and put something fashionable together?

Kurt himself was very proud of his ensemble. He smoothed his hands down his long red sweater and over his skintight dark designer jeans. Under the sweater was a v-neck shirt that was slightly visible. A black, white, and grey scarf completed the look.

Truth be told, he was always dressed like a diva. Today, he was simply excited for the color he was able to wear.

He was surprised at the colors he saw in the school. Or rather, he was surprised at the people that were wearing them. For some reason, Finn was wearing green, and he chuckled to himself as he passed his brother's locker.

"You're not supposed to wear green if you're dating someone Finn!"

Kurt shrieked at the sound of the voice reverberating through the hallway. If only Rachel would pull THAT voice out in Glee club, he would maybe have more solos...

She really should throw that awful red jumper in the dumpster and set it ablaze. Was she still in kindergarden?

"I thought if you wore green it was like, good. Like, you and I are in a relationship and we're not in danger of breaking up or anything."

'Nice save,' Kurt thought to himself as he finished the trek to his locker and began fiddling with the combination. He nodded hello to Mercedes as she walked up in her green outfit. 'Please. She should just admit already the she and Sam are an item... or at least wear yellow to scare others off.'

Santana waltzed up the hallway behind them in her yellow sundress. At least she was honest, but it also indicated the stance on which she and Britney still stood.

Even the teachers were getting into it. He spotted Coach Sylvester in her red track suit down the by the main office. And Mr. Figgins was wearing all yellow. Like, bright yellow pants and shirt yellow. Kurt could feel his eyes going wider and tearing up at the sight.

Ew.

He needed to get out of here.

Kurt quickly shut his locker and made his way through the cafeteria and out into the courtyard. Several other students were scattered about. Two football players were near the bottom of the large concrete steps throwing a football. Others were either watching, copying each other's homework, or generally chatting in the bright sunlight of the early morning.

But waiting by the old, beaten piano that had been sitting out every fall and spring at the school was Blaine. Kurt spied two identical coffee cups on top of the instrument, something that Mr. Schuster would not allow in the main choir room, and Blaine sat with his back to him as usual, fiddling with the keys. Some mornings Kurt would find him playing a song, occasionally singing along to it (much to the delight of the girls who had witnessed his serenade the previous spring), or he would play with the keys until he came up with a few notes that sounded right when put together. Although Blaine had a beautiful instrument at home that he could practice with, he liked to be out in the open sometimes when working through an arrangement. He once told Kurt that seeing the activity of the school sometimes served as inspiration to keep trying chords that he otherwise would have given up on.

Kurt smiled to himself as he listened to Blaine pluck the keys with the ease of someone who had been doing it for years. He stopped himself, however, when he realized that said person was not wearing a stoplight color.

Unless black had become the new red.

While Kurt continued to stare at this fashion enigma, the object of his studies sensed an audience and turned around with a big smile, a large curl falling into his face and the sudden movement.

'Ok Kurt, do NOT go Rachel Berry on your boyfriend. It's not cool, and your hotness level will go down about a hundred fold.'

"So what's with the black?"

Sometimes he wishes he could improve on the filter between his brain and his mouth.

Blaine quirked an eyebrow before standing from his bench at the piano. "I thought that Kurt Hummel didn't like to be labeled. Something about telling the Glee club that he wasn't a box because there were more than four sides to him."

Kurt would be slightly annoyed at the statement, but the adorable smile on Blaine's face kept him from doing so. "Well, yes..."

"So I'm just following your lead."

Dammit. Why did Blaine have to take his words out of context to justify his outfit? Was it so wrong that he wanted his boyfriend to walk up and down the halls in bright red colors to let the world know that he was taken and to back the hell off?

"Don't you consider yourself a trendsetter?"

"Of course I do. I'm practically the only student here who is willing to test the boundaries of fashion, and seeing the meager offerings of Stoplight Day, I'm practically a billboard right now for high fashion."

"Or for once, you're a follower because you are wearing the color that the student council decided meant that you were taken."

Kurt was taken aback by that. Sure, for musical numbers and shows he wore what was expected of him; it was all apart of creating the experience for the audience. And when he was a Warbler he wore a uniform because the school was about equality and fitting in. But as a person, Kurt would never consider wearing an outfit because someone else told him that he had to wear it.

But somehow, by not wearing it, he felt like he was segregating himself from the student body.

Damn high school.

"Which means you're the trendsetter?"

"Well, I am the only person wearing something that isn't screaming from a hookah shop."

"But you're on the football team Blaine. Don't you want to partake in these traditions?"

"Do you?" Blaine asked, his eyes locking with Kurt's.

Kurt didn't know how to answer that. On one hand, he didn't because for his whole school life he never did anything the others did. Being cast as a loser made him that way. Yet, the idea that he could feel like he was a part of something bigger made him want to participate.

"How about this then," Blaine proposed. "I'll set a trend for today and you can follow it, and then for the rest of the week we'll be sheep."

Kurt barely took in the words before he realized that his boyfriend was slowly unbuttoning his sweater, fingers brushing lightly against the skin of his chest through the thin undershirt. He shivered and suppressed a moan; the last time Blaine had done this was in the dim light of his bedroom while Burt and Carol were out of town for the weekend. He could already imagine Blaine's hands brushing lower, skirting the skin of his waist just above the edge of his jeans...

He had to bite his lip as Blaine peeled the red garment off of his shoulders. Now, they stood together, black and white, and fabulously accessorized.

Blaine's hands settled on Kurt's slim hips, gripping them through his jeans. "Now we'll be our own stoplight," he whispered before fuzing his lips to Kurt's.

This was going to be one hell of a week.