"Kurt, you can't eat that, it has like, 400 calories in it."
"Crap. I forgot."
Kurt, Mercedes, and the William McKinley High School Cheerleaders were seated in the centre table of the cafeteria, on a miserable Ohio Monday. They sat in that very spot, every day, for the whole year. It was the 'popular table'. On the table next to them were the Titans, McKinley's football team, filled with the toughest, biggest, and stupidest guys in the school, and on the table behind them was the Hockey Team.
Kurt sat at this very table everyday, because he had a reputation to uphold. He would not want to be, in any circumstances, on the table far west of the cafeteria, the AV geeks, or the table near the doors, the nerds, and under no circumstances did Kurt want to be at the Glee Club table, the table filled with preppy singing losers.
Don't get him wrong, Kurt had the best voice in the school by far, and everyone knows it. He sings in the Cheerios to add an element of pure awesome to their routines, but there is no way he would give up his stellar reputation in the Cheerios to be part of the 'let's-all-hold-hands-and-sing-about-our-feelings' group.
"I mean, how hard is it to find a decent guy around here. Puck is great in bed, but is an idiot. Seriously, all of the good guys must be either religious, or gay, and even Hummel here doesn't have a boy."
"Thanks Santana. You're really one with words." Kurt replied snarkily, tongue dripping with sarcasm.
"What? I say it like it is. I'm a bitch, it's what we do."
"Whatever. I'm getting ready for biology." Kurt stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and shoving his chair under the table in an irritated manner.
Kurt was in a bad mood. He had received detention for the rest of the week, first thing this morning in English, when Ms Irvine had told him to pay attention, and he had told her to pay for some clothes that aren't from a second hand store. He's used to getting detention, what with the way he talks back to teachers and picks on other students, but usually Coach Sylvester can get him out of it. Instead, she said she was too busy with trying to steal the glee clubs set list that she didn't have time to train the cheerios this week, meaning he had to go to detention.
"Fuck." Kurt slammed his locker shut. He had left his biology book at home. Looks like he was going to have to share with a loser. He didn't take advanced biology with anyone from the cheerios or the football team. They're all too dim witted to understand it. There were two guys from the hockey team, but they always sit together in the back and throw paper planes and spitballs all lesson, and Kurt didn't need either of those things messing up his hair.
The bell rang, and he strutted off to the biology lab. Mr Harveys was already there setting up, as well as a few nerds and kids from glee club. Ew.
"Mr Harveys, I left my text book at home, do you have a spare?" Kurt said in a bored tone.
"That isn't very good initiative Mr Hummel. Perhaps you could sit in the front row today, and share with Mr Flannigan, or Mr Anderson?"
Oh God. Kurt didn't want to actually talk to those dweebs. One of them was wearing a purple bow tie and suspenders, and so much hair jel that it looked like a helmet, and the other was wearing a green shirt with Horseshoes and gold four leafed clovers on it.
"Fine, Harveys."
"Kurt." He said sternly.
"Sorry. Thankyou Mr Harveys." He replied is a bored sing-song voice.
He took a seat next to the Scottish loser, or wherever the hell he was from.
"Top O' the morning Lad, you're sharing my book yeah? my name's Rory, just came here from Irela-"
"Oh god, can you be quiet. Your voice is giving me a headache."
"…I-"
"Seriously, shut it, I can't understand what you're saying. Next time, if you come to a foreign country, learn how to speak their language.
It was silent for a second before Kurt heard a sniff and looked across to see the kid with hid head hanging down and tears dripping down his face.
"Ugh, please, get a life, Ireland."
"Excuse me? That is not how you talk to a person."
Oh Great. The other dork was now trying to pick a fight with him.
"Look here, hobbit, unless you want a bunch of orange ice dumped in your face, I suggest you shut your mouth."
The guy was staring at Kurt. It was a bit unnerving actually.
Him and the foreign one swapped seats so that he was now sitting next to Kurt just before class begun.