Notes: I don't own Glee (unfortunately…). Also, I hope nobody thinks this is a stab at Texans. My grandparents live in Texas, I've been there, it's a nice place. Haha

This is my first Glee fanfic, so I hope I did it justice.

Please review. I don't get many reviews, but I love them!

Jerk

Chapter 1

New addition

The Glee club smiled happily as Mr. Shcue announced that there was to be a new member of the club. Someone named Anthony West, transferring from Texas. Their eyes slid over to the door as a tall, muscular boy walked in. His shaven head, dark eyes, and his bulky build made him look slightly intimidating, but everyone smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Shcuester." He said, nodding at the teacher politely. He stood in front of the class, hands behind his back and his head high. Looking cocky, some of the kids noted, but disregarded casually. "I am Anthony, but you can call me Tony. I'm from Texas, if you couldn't tell from the accent." He had a thick southern accent, obviously Texan.

"Where in Texas are you from?" Finn asked, trying to be polite.

"Houston. Great place, by the way." He said, grinning. He was about to thank Mr. Shcue again and take a seat, but another voice piped up.

"What's it like in Houston?" Anthony looked around the room, trying to pinpoint the lady that asked the question. But he soon realized that it wasn't, in fact, a lady, but a guy. He looked at the young man who smiled over at him. He had brown hair and very pink cheeks, but seemed to him a friendly-looking person. Anthony furrowed his brow.

"I don't know," he muttered, unsure about that one. He cleared his throat and kept his cool, not wanting to seem off or rude. "It's big, that's for sure. But all of the people are really nice." He smiled and sat down, farthest away from the pink-cheeked boy with a girly voice. He was sitting next to someone who introduced themselves as simply 'Puck'. Strange name, he thought, but let it slide.

Nobody noticed the small hesitation in his earlier answer, luckily, and class continued. Anthony sang a song, The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars. Everyone was happy to see that he could dance well, and sing even better. He had a twang in his voice as he sang, but it sounded good with every other voice.

After school, the club went out for coffee, and they invited Anthony so they could get to know him better. Already, everyone loved him. He was smart and charming, and he had a way with words. Not to mention all of the girls found him attractive. He bought every drink ordered, and insisted it was no big deal. They would have argued further, but the accent was so smooth, they couldn't reply.

"So you ride bulls?" Rachel asked, gawking over her cup of coffee. He had just told a story about some bull riding experience, and everyone was captivated.

"After that? Hell no!" He expressed, scoffing and shaking his head. "The scar is a reminder why, too." He pouted jokingly and rubbed his lower back. Everyone laughed in unison, absolutely adoring him. They were thrilled to have this new addition to the club, and even more thrilled to have this addition to their friends.

Mercedes looked at the time on her phone and sighed. "I gotta go, sorry." She smiled apologetically, but there was no need. Brittney, Artie, Sam, Rachel, and Puck all looked at the time and nodded, standing.

There was a chorus of "Me too" and "I have to go" before, eventually, only Finn, Kurt, and Anthony were left.

"Sorry to bum you out, Tony, but I guess we probably have to go, too." Fin said, shrugging. He stood up and turned to leave, nodding at Kurt. "Burt might get mad if we come home too late again."

"I'll be there in a sec." Kurt said over his shoulder to Finn, who was his ride home. He turned back to Anthony and smiled up at the big, bulky man in a friendly manner. "The Glee club really is excited to have you. You have a great voice, and a personality to top it." Kurt smiled with his mouth shut, tilting his head and staring happily up at the larger man.

"Why do you sound like a girl?" Kurt was taken aback. He scrunched up his forehead and chuckled slightly, not sure he heard him right.

"Excuse me?"

"Your voice. It's high-pitched and girly." Anthony laughed and shook his head. "It's really weird, and I think you should probably talk differently. People might get the wrong idea."

Kurt slowly but surely raised his eyebrows, then dropped his jaw open, and instantly looked different. He had a 'Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Willis' look on his face. "Um, I'm sorry, sir, but this is the way I sound. If you don't like my voice, that's your own problem, not mine." He turned heel and stomped out the door, furious. When Finn saw him, he was about to ask what happened, but Kurt silenced him.

"Just drive." He ordered, and Finn was happy to oblige.

Once home, Kurt was forced to listen to Finn talk endlessly about Anthony to their parents. Oh, how he was laying it on thick. He made the man sound like a King, a God! The way he spoke of his actions, his personality, his voice. Oh, it was his voice that got Kurt the most. The way Finn made it seem as if Anthony had the voice of an angel. He had a 'deep, mesmerizing, amazing, fantastic, awesome, one-of-a-kind' voice according to Finn. Kurt wanted to be sick.

He made his way up to his room and closed the door in a civilized fashion by slamming it as hard as he could. It shuttered for a moment before growing still, leaving Kurt in a silent room. He fell down onto his bed, staring angrily up at the ceiling. For a while, he just lay there, not thinking, just breathing. After a long time, he sat up. There was no reason to waste his time on this… this…

Kurt couldn't even think of a rude word to describe the guy, and it made him even more angry. Why did the wonderful, charming, rude guy have to be so hard to insult. Suddenly he stopped, frozen in thought.

Why should he be wasting his time even hating the guy? What had he done? He just innocently pointed out that Kurt had a girly voice. There was no harm in that. He probably hadn't meant it in a bad way. He was probably just wondering why.

Kurt nodded and took a deep breath, standing up and smiling to himself in the quiet room. He was just over reacting. It was nothing to worry about.

Absolutely nothing.

So what do you think? I'll take any criticism you think will help me. I have the story kind of planned out, and I hope it gets better.

Please review! Thank you!