This is a story I wrote a few years ago. I haven't posted anything like this so far, so I'm going to put up a couple chapters to see how it does. Please review if you want it continued!
Enjoy the story! :)
I pushed through the doors of William McKinley High School. It was my first day and I planned on making an entrance. It was my thing. But as I strutted into the hall with my designer clothes (the newest items to come to the rack) and a small smile on my face, no one glanced in my direction. They all either had their heads stuck in their locker or were too wrapped up in their conversations to notice. All except one; a very cute guy with brown hair and milk chocolate eyes to match. I rose up my rhinestone sunglasses and gave him a full smile. He stood there, with this dumbfounded look on his face. Before I passed him, he awkwardly waved; a small smile appearing on his face. Well, at least I caught someone's attention.
The minute I looked away from him I came face to face with a very cold, wet and sticky substance.
"Gleek!" Someone yelled. I turned and saw two jocks, obvious by their uniforms, high-fiving each other, one with a cup in his hand. I touched my face and brought my fingers to my lips. Blue Raspberry Slushie. I saw a few kids staring at me and ran into the nearest bathroom. All the stalls were open, giving me the opportunity of freaking out aloud.
"Oh, my God! This is terrible. Absolutely terrible! Shit, shit, shit!" I stared into the mirror, my naturally auburn hair tinted blue, as did my still slushie covered face. I reached for a paper towel, but a boy's voice, a rather high one at that, startled me.
"Moist towelette?" He offered. I turned around, recognizing one of the people who saw the slushie incident. He was in fact holding a moist towelette.
"Thank you," I said, lightly taking it from him and wiping off my face. "You do know you're in the girl's bathroom, right?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he was absolutely insane.
"Yes, I know that. Most girls have come to except it." As he replied, I looked him over. His light brown hair was perfectly in place, adding that with his Alexander McQueen scarf, designer jeans, high-pitched voice and knowledge (and probably use of) moist towelettes, my only logical conclusion was that he's gay; which really was a shame with how cute and considerate he was. The good ones were always like that. I looked back at the mirror, making sure I got the blue gunk off my face, then threw the towelette in the trashcan.
"Sorry about Karofsky. He tends to slushie the glee clubbers, well, those of us that aren't popular," He said looking down.
"But I'm not in 'glee.' I just moved to Lima, and my first day isn't going anywhere near expected. Fashion is my number one priority and this shirt is ruined. I can't wear this out there!" I said pointing towards the door. "That would be shameful." I didn't mean to rant at the small boy, it just came out. I was so frustrated with everything so far.
"I completely understand. Fashion is also my number one priority. And that shirt is not ruined. I've found the perfect way to get slushie stains out," He began rummaging through his bag and pulled out a clean printed t-shirt and tossed it to me. "Change. You can come over after school. I'll take care of that top for you."
"That would be amazing. Thank you so much."
He nodded.
I walked in to one of the stalls and changed my top. I came out seconds later stuffing my folded t-shirt in to my Gucci bag. "Thanks so much for this. Um, what's your name?"
"Kurt Hummel."
"Cori Nichole, it's nice to meet you."
"Same here." A bell sounded above us. "Looks like it's time for class, what do you have?"
"Spanish."
"Pleasant surprise, so do I. Shall we?" He asked, smiling at me as he held the door open.
"We shall," I smiled back and we walked down the hall to Spanish together.
Spanish was better than the first part of my morning. Our teacher, Mr. Shuester, had me sit next to Kurt. He's really good at Spanish. The words just rolled off his tongue and shaped his lips so perfectly. It was hard not to stare. And I was starting to feel like I wanted to… kiss him?
Obviously, I knew better though. I knew I needed to stop whatever kind of crush that was beginning here before it got too far. I was only going to get hurt.
I pulled my eyes away from him and glanced towards my left. The guy who looked at me this morning was chatting with a blonde. He turned around and stared right at me. I saw her whisper something to him. It was clear they were talking about me. I didn't quite understand why though. I smiled at him to be nice and focused my eyes on the front of the room, but not before seeing that adorable dumbfounded smile appear on his face again. I suppressed a giggle and wrote down the notes from the board.
When lunch came I sat with Kurt and his friends. Mercedes, Tina and Artie openly welcomed me to their group. I glanced around the cafeteria and immediately noticed the blonde from Spanish walking towards me with a few girls in cheerleader uniforms tagging along behind her.
I turned back quickly, hoping they weren't headed towards me, but I soon felt a tap on my shoulder. I really disliked dealing with an encounter like this on the first day, but I met her dark eyes, and prepared for her words.
"I've seen you gawking at Finn. I know you're after him. I don't know who you think you are new girl, but he is mine – The father of my baby in fact." She placed her hands on her hips. I chuckled before responding.
"I'm not after Finn. I am the new girl, you're exactly right, so I barely know anyone here. I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now- And especially not looking to get knocked up and pregnant at sixteen." I looked at her blankly, hiding all of my emotions. Of course, I thought Finn was cute. Sure, I'd like to talk to him. And yeah, the idea of being his girlfriend didn't bother me, but what I said was true. Plus, I still have to worry about getting through this messed up crazy attraction I've developed on a gay guy in less than 6 hours.
She glared at me, but seemed stumped overall. I don't think she expected the 'new girl' to stand her ground. "Whatever just don't try anything, because I can easily tear you apart." With that she walked away, possy following, not even leaving me a chance to rebuttal.
Whatever. I turned my body towards the table and saw everyone staring uneasily at me.
"What?" I asked, going back to my salad.
"That's Quinn," Artie said.
"Thanks, she didn't give an introduction, did she?"
"No, but w-what he m-means is s-she is the most p-popular girl in s-school," Tina said.
"You shouldn't mess with her," Artie concluded.
"I'll be fine. I haven't even done anything."
"Just watch your back girl," Mercedes said.
Kurt seemed to be in deep thought; he never said a word about Quinn. I shrugged and finished my salad, staying quiet for the rest of lunch.
By the end of the day I was ready to go home. I had no idea where Kurt was, so I started roaming the empty halls for him. I gawked into each classroom on my way down the music hall. Then something caught my eye. A red and white poster on the wall
Cheerios? Huh. I'd never really thought of myself as a cheerleader, but it actually sounds kind of fun. I'm still fairly flexible from dance a few years ago. Maybe I'll try out.
I began walking away, my eyes still lingering on the poster, causing my next blind step to make me to run into something.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you." I looked up, into deep brown eyes of Quinn's boyfriend.
"It's okay," He smiled dorkily. "You're new, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, welcome to McKinley High," He gestured his hands up like a tour guide. "I'm Finn." His smile got bigger and I couldn't resist cracking one as well.
"Cori," I said
"Cool."
"Um, why are you here so late?" I asked, not exactly wanting the conversation to end, but not really wanting to put a pause on my search for Kurt either.
"Glee club."
"Glee club?" Kurt had mentioned it this morning, but I still had no idea what it was.
"Yeah. Mr. Shue leads it. We like sing and stuff." His hands were his pockets and he was shifting around nervously. "Why are you –?"
"Cori! Finally, I found you." Kurt walked up to me, looking completely winded, his cheeks slightly flushed. I watched him glance at Finn and then scramble around to fix his clothing and hair. "Well, hello Finn Hudson."
"Hi Kurt. I was just headed to glee, you coming?"
"Yes, Cori and I will be there soon."
"Cool," He said and gave me a smile over his shoulder as started to walked off.
"Glee, Kurt? I thought you were taking me home."
"It's only an hour and pure fun." He laced his arm through mine and led us towards glee. I really had no choice. I needed a ride home and my shirt cleaned. Besides, I was going to be spending more time with Kurt.
As we walked through the door to a choir room I saw a dozen students conversing as Mr. Shue was getting some papers together.
"I'm sure he'll just let you watch." Kurt sat me down in one of the two chairs closest to the door. I watched him walk over to Mr. Shue. Then I looked around the room, my eyes landed on Finn.