A/N: So, this chapter is just the tale of how Taylor Hummel, Kurt's beloved cousin, ended up in Lima. I tried to introduce as many central characters as possible in this chapter, but more will be introduced in chapter 2, I promise. Also, I have put translations at the end for all of the foreign language parts, but, as I don't speak any of these languages, I have no clue if they're right.

Oh, I almost forgot! I want to thank FindAReasonToSmile for letting me use her story. Also, thanks to the following people for providing characters, although I'm not sure if some of these names are right, as I cannot contact them: GleekProud, LimeJelloYo, Zoexclaire, The0therAthenagirl, BornThisWay201f, overstreet, EmmettCul, expecto patronum 2809, and xemorockprincessx. You all get super special (virtual) hugs and cookies!

Okay, I'll shut up now. Enjoy the story!

Taylor Hummel POV

"Flight 307, Huntsville, Alabama to Lima, Ohio, is now boarding," I heard a voice announce over the airport intercom. I checked my ticket one last time to be sure I would not be boarding the wrong plane. Yes, flight 307 was mine. I smiled at the attendant and handed her my ticket for her to check. She looked bored as she gave the ticket back to me and wished me a comfortable flight. I walked onto the plane and picked a window seat near the front of the plane. Since it was not a full flight, I was able to find a row without anyone else, so I spread out my bags and pulled out my iPhone to listen to music. I had just downloaded a new album by one of my cousin's friends, Rachel Berry. She was pretty talented, but not as great as my cousin and his husband.

Just then, the pilot announced to turn off all cellular devices, so I went to put my phone on airplane mode. When I attempted to do so, I noticed three new texts. I set my phone, then looked at the messages.

The first was from my mother:

Tener un vuelo seguro. Avísame cuando el niño tiene que recoger. Voy a enviar dinero a él en un par de semanas. Disfrute de su nueva vida. Mamá.

I rolled her eyes at my mother's disrespect for my cousin and her coldness towards her daughter. Even though my parents didn't accept many things about me, I expected a slightly more loving response, especially since they were shipping me off to the middle of nowhere. Although, now that I thought about it, my parents had sent me away many times. I had lived in France, Spain, Norway, Sweden, Canada, and Russia, all within the past 3 years. Because of my many migrations, I spoke several different languages. Also, since my mother was Mexican, she insisted that I learn Spanish. I was happy to be away from the toxic environment that was my house, but I kind of wished that I could stay in one place for more than half a year, which is why I had agreed to move to Lima for the remainder of my high school career.

The next text was from my cousin, Kurt, whom I would be staying with:

Hé là, l'amour. Changement de programme. Je viendrai vous chercher, non pas Blaine. Ne vous inquiétez pas, nous pouvons encore prendre un café sur le chemin du retour, et je doit tout simplement vous prendre emplettes pour les vêtements scolaires. Oh, et aussi, et je Blaine organisent une fête de quartier ce soir, je vais donc vous aider à choisir une tenue pour que, si vous voulez aller. Je vous recommande de faire, comme vous pouvez rencontrer de nouvelles personnes, et nous allons avoir la partie à notre maison. Sinon, vous pouvez rester dans votre chambre. Restez en sécurité et ne pas s'asseoir à côté de toute lianes dans l'avion. Aimez-vous! XOXO Kurtsie

I laughed at the difference between my cousin's message and my mother's. I absolutely adored Kurt because he was funny, caring, and crazily talented. He fully understood me when nobody else did, and he and Blaine gave me hope for the future. Also, we enjoyed talking in French, in which we were both fluent, hence the text.

The last one was from Kurt's husband, Blaine:

Hei der, drittunge. Det er din favoritt fetter svigermor, Blaine. Jeg vet ikke om Kurt fortalte deg, men jeg kan ikke plukke deg opp som jeg har en innspilling i dag for min nye CD. Uansett, ville jeg ønsker degen sikker flytur, og advare deg om at Kurt er i et kjøpesenter humø bekymre deg, vil jeg fortsatt tar deg med ut på kaffe senere. Ser deg på festen! Elsker deg masse! XOXO Blaine

I started giggling hysterically as I realized that everybody sent me a text in a different language. Sure, I understood everything that they were saying, but it was still pretty funny. Blaine, like Kurt, was an amazing performer, but other than that, they were pretty much polar opposites. Well, except for the fact that they loved to spoil me rotten. I eventually calmed down enough to listen to Rachel's new album and think about how I would present myself at the party.

I came out to my parents about three years ago, and they were less than accepting of my sexuality. They couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the fact that I happened to like girls more than guys. They were both raised Catholic, so they basically told me that I would be going to hell. Wonderful thing to say to your daughter, eh? Anyways, I was still confused about where I stood. I mean, I supposed I could force myself to like guys, but I wanted to stay true to myself, like Kurt and Blaine were. They both knew that I was a lesbian, and they fully supported me, even sacrificing three years of their busy lives to take me in and give me a home in the States. However, I knew that Kurt would be upset if I started questioning my orientation again, so I decided to play it neutral for the time being and confide in Blaine when the right time came. It was a foolproof plan.

As soon as I reached the security gate at Lima Heights Airport, I spotted Kurt. He was rather hard to miss, with his new Marc Jacobs bag, white skinny jeans, red T-shirt (fashionably fitted, of course), and black vest. Oh, and the fact that he was practically yelling in French into his phone didn't hurt either.

"Je ne donne pas une merde si l'ordre a été retardée. J'ai juste besoin d'obtenir ces échantillons avant le spectacle à l'automne. Oh, j'ai besoin de vous laisser aller maintenant. Mon cousin vient d'arriver et j'ai besoin pour la saluer ... oui, Taylor, celui qui a hérité de mon sens de la mode ... Bon, le faire réparer. À plus tard."

"Kurt! I'm over here!" I yelled, trying to catch his attention.

He looked at me as I ran towards him and held his arms out for a hug. "Oh, mon cher, it has been too long. You've gotten so big. And I see your fashion sense hasn't faded either."

"Oui," I laughed. "Neither has yours."

He smiled at this. "Alright, now let's go shop for some party clothes. We'll get you all the latest looks. I know this great boutique that has wonderful skinny jeans that look like they're painted on, and another store that..."

I let Kurt babble on because this was what he lived for. I mean, he was a world-renowned designer with many awards to his name. While he went on with his rant, I dreamed about my new life here in Ohio.

At the party...

"Come on down, Taylor. The party's about to start," Blaine called to me as I was putting on the final bit of makeup. Kurt and I had picked out a high-waist purple skirt with a black tank top and silver strappy heels. My long black hair was loosely curled, and I was only wearing eye makeup to emphasize my glasz eyes. I had to admit, I looked hot. I just hoped that someone else at the party thought so too.

I stepped out into the courtyard and immediately noticed a group of teenagers, maybe 12 or 13, hanging out by the pool. It was rather cool, so nobody was swimming, but they were still having fun talking and laughing. I felt rather awkward around them, so I decided to sit on a bench and observe them.

The first person I noticed was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair and grey eyes. She was a little bit shorter than I was, but absolutely-

Stop. I forced myself to stop thinking about her that way. I mean, she was probably just another straight girl. No sense in getting my heart broken for no reason. I tried to distract myself by looking at the other members of the group.

There was a girl with dirty blond hair and short denim shorts. She was standing next to a boy with fairly long brown hair that curled at the ends. Slightly apart from them were a preppy boy and a girl with golden brown hair and a Phantom of the Opera T-shirt. They were obviously into each other, as they were flirting like crazy. There was also a group of guys wearing letterman jackets, and another girl wearing a cheerleading outfit. The cheerleader was staring at a kid who looked like a miniature version of Kurt, from what I had seen in pictures of my cousin at this age, although the boy was a little bit taller than Kurt was. There was also a Latina standing next to him, but she looked older than everyone else there. It took me a minute to recognize her, but then I realized that it was Santana Lopez, one of Kurt and Blaine's friends from Glee Club. I remembered seeing her in a photograph of the New Directions at their high school graduation. From what I had heard about her, she sounded exactly like me, only slightly more bitchy

I didn't get a chance to look at anyone else because Kurt came over to me at that moment. He smiled as he took in my outfit and said, "Oh, petite amie, you look gorgeous!" Then, noticing that I was looking at the group, he added, "Have you met them yet? You should go over and talk to them. Here, I'll introduce them to you!"

And, before I could protest, Kurt dragged me over to the gaggle of teens by the pool.

"Hey guys!" Kurt exclaimed, and the group fell silent, all paying attention to him. "I want you guys to meet my cousin, Taylor. She moved up here from Alabama, and she's starting at McKinley next week, with you guys. Now, why don't you all go around and introduce yourselves."

With that, he smiled at me and walked off to visit with the other neighbours.

"Um, I'll go first," volunteered one of the football players. He smiled and winked at me. "Hi, I'm Ash Bryant, but most people just call me Bryant. I'm 16 years old, and I've lived in Lima all of my life. As you can probably tell, I'm also on the football team. So...yeah, that's pretty much it."

I smiled back at him. "Cool! What position do you play?" I asked him, even though I really knew nothing about football.

"Quarterback," he replied, which was the only position I actually knew, so I laughed and said, "Sweet!"

"Yeah, it has its perks," Ash said. "Anyone else wanna introduce themselves?"

"We can go next," two boys said simultaneously, and everyone laughed. "Well, I'm Cable" the boy with long black hair informed me, "and this here is Bryson." He motioned towards his brightly dressed brother.

"But you can call me Bryce, hon," Bryson told me, obviously flirting.

Cable sighed. "Well, we're twins, in case you didn't notice, but that's about the only thing that's similar. Thankfully."

Bryce pretended to pout and said, "But we're both single. Very single." He winked and handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

"Okay, let's move on," the boy who looked like a mini Kurt said. "I'm Luther, and I'm on the football team too. Wide receiver." I nodded and pretended to understand what that was. "And this is my...bodyguard, Santana."

"Yeah, Taylor and I know each other from other events Kurt hosted," Santana told him. "¿Cómo has estado, hija? ¿Son tus padres te da un mal rato?"

"Eh, no es tan malo. Me han enviado fuera de unas cuantas veces, pero al menos no han hecho ningún comentario acerca de usted-saber-qué," I replied easily, forgetting that nobody else could understand us.

"Ugh. Hijos de puta." Santana clenched her fists. "Bueno, si alguna vez necesitas ayuda con ellos,Britt y yo los puedo tomar." Then, noticing everyone staring, she added, "Oh, yeah, you guys don't know this, but Taylor's kinda a genius when it comes to languages. How many do you speak? Fluently, I mean."

"Um, 6," I answered, blushing slightly. "I can also speak a little Italian and Portuguese, but barely."

Everybody gaped at me. This was why I never told anyone. I felt uncomfortable as the center of attention, unless I was performing, of course. I never sought the spotlight, but somehow, it always found me.

"Wow, that's amazing!" a boy wearing Vans told me. "I'm Trist, by the way. I guess I'm just an average football player." He looked to the guys wearing letterman jackets. "Although, if they're normal, I guess I'm screwed, huh?"

I giggled as the others shot fake menacing glares towards Trist. He turned toward a girl on his right, the dirty blonde wearing denim shorts. "Aren't you gonna introduce yourself?" he asked her, nudging her slightly.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose. Um, I'm Emily," she said, smiling slightly. "I've been cheering since I was 6, so I'm sure I'll get on the Cheerios this year. I was on for part of last year, but I got kicked off because Coach Sylvester was in a bad mood." She rolled her eyes.

I had heard about the Cheerios, the group of popular, snobby cheerleaders. Somehow, though, Emily seemed nicer than they would be. It gave me hope that maybe I wouldn't be harassed too badly for being the new girl, although there was no way I would come out to them anytime soon. I knew how homophobic a small town like this could be, even if the majority of kids were very nice.

Suddenly, I noticed Blaine walking towards our group of friends. "All right, party's over," he called to us, and I heard several people groan.

I said goodbye to the group as they started to leave and began to head up to my room when I felt someone grab my wrist. I turned, hoping it wasn't Bryce again, and was immediately met by a stunning pair of grey eyes.

"Sorry if I scared you," the girl said. "I didn't get to introduce myself, and I've been calling for you, but I guess you didn't hear me."

I blushed. "Sorry, I'm slightly deaf. So, what's your name?"

"I'm Peyton. Peyton Harley," she informed me, and she stuck out her hand for me to shake. I took it and instantly felt sparks. We shook for quite a long time before I pulled my hand away and said, "So, uh, are you a sophomore too?"

"Nah, I'm a junior this year," she said. "Anyways, I should be going, but here's my number." She grabbed a piece of paper from her bag and wrote it down in pink pen. "Maybe we can meet for coffee at the Lima Bean tomorrow?"

"That would be perfect," I told her, and we said goodbye before going our separate ways.

Hmm, Peyton. It was a beautiful name, much like its owner. I sent her a quick text with my number before getting ready for bed. If the rest of the school was as cool as the people I met today, I was going to have one hell of a year, I thought to myself as I turned off my phone, said goodnight to Kurt and Blaine, who were relaxing on the couch and watching Mulan, and went to sleep. I couldn't wait till tomorrow.

A/N: I know the chapter was centered on Taylor, but I assure you that the next chapter will feature more characters' POV's. Also, to those who submitted characters but were not mentioned: I will definitely include y'all next time. As mentioned before, here are the translations:

Mother's text: Have a safe flight. Let me know when the boy has picked you up. I will send money to him in a couple of weeks. Enjoy your new life. Mom.

Kurt's text: Hey there, love. Chang in plans. I will come pick you up, not Blaine. Don't worry, we can still grab coffee on the way back, and I simply must take you shopping for school clothes. Oh, and also, Blaine and I are hosting a block party tonight, I'll help you choose an outfit for that if you want to go. I recommend you do, as you can meet new people, and the party is at our house. Otherwise, you can stay in your room. Stay safe and don't sit next to any creepers on the plane. Love you! XOXO Kurtsie

Blaine's text: Hi there, brat. It's your favorite cousin-in-law, Blaine. I don't know ifKurt told you, but I can't pick you up, as I have a recording session today for my new CD. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a safe flight, and warn you that Kurt is in a shopping mood. Don't worry, I'll still take you out for coffee later. See you at the party! Love you lots! XOXO Blaine

Kurt (on the phone): I don't give a crap if the order was delayed. I just need to get these samples before the fall show. Oh, I need to let you go now. My cousin has just arrived and I need to say hello ... yes, Taylor, the one who inherited my fashion sense ... Well, get it fixed. See you later.

Santana: How have you been, girl? Are your parents still giving you a hard time?

Taylor: Eh, not so bad. They've shipped me off a few times, but at least they haven't made any comments about you-know-what.

Santana: Ugh. Bastards. Well, if you ever need help with them, Britt and I can help.

Oh, and for those who read "All the Way": I am sosososo sorry, but my (new) computer broke, and it had the next few chapters all written out. I've had to use my old dinosaur of a computer, and I'm too lazy to rewrite the chapters, so please hang in with me. Thanks!

Klisses to everyone! Please R&R-it makes Kurt very happy.