Chapter Two: Now That's All Sorted Out
The grand doors swung open, revealing a huge entry hall which led to the Great Hall. Outside the doors to the Great Hall, Hagrid was waiting with the rest of the freshmen.
Schuester moved to face the entire group, "In just a few moments you will go though those doors and be sorted into your houses. You cannot change houses and your house shall be like your home here. Line up single file, please," and with that he led them through the doors and into the Great Hall. The older students from all four tables silenced, turning away from their conversations to watch the group of fourteen year olds make their way to be sorted. The Sorting Hat was sitting on a pedestal, ripped and patched and obviously very old.
Schuester moved to stand behind the hat, taking a list from underneath it. "Abrams, Arthur," he read out, loud enough for the whole room to hear him. Artie wheeled as close as he could to the hat's pedestal and it was placed on his head.
"Ravenclaw," the hat announced, the folds in its fabric moving to form lips. Artie wheeled over to the end of the Ravenclaw table.
"Anderson, Blaine."
Blaine walked up the stairs to the pedestal and sat on it, looking up at the hat as it was placed on his head. There was something about Blaine, something wonderful that made Kurt's heart beat just a little bit faster.
"Gryffindor," Blaine smiled as the hat said this, and sat down at the Gryffindor table across from a pair of redheaded twins.
"Berry, Rachel."
"Slytherin."
"Cohen-Chang, Tina," another Ravenclaw, which was good because the house colors matched the blue streaks in her hair.
"Chang, Michael."
"Ravenclaw."
"Evans, Samuel," the bleached-blond boy became the first Hufflepuff.
"Fabray, Quinn," a blond girl, her nose stuck arrogantly up in the air, was a Slytherin.
"Flanagan, Rory."
"Hufflepuff."
Finn Hudson, a boy who looked like he had a bit of Giant blood, was sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Hummel, Kurt."
Kurt took a deep breath, ascending the three steps up to the hat's pedestal. He grimaced as the ragged, grungy old thing was placed on his head.
"I see ambition," the hat was either whispering into his ear or speaking directly into Kurt's mind, "a trait of the Slytherins. Your intelligence and wit places you in Ravenclaw. You are loyal, like a Hufflepuff, but that is not the house for you. Ah, bravery I see. The courage to be yourself, no matter what the world may think." The hat paused, perhaps for dramatic affect before shouting, "Gryffindor!"
Cheers erupted from Gryffindor table. This had happened when other people were sorted, but Kurt noticed it more when the cheers were for him. He sat next to Blaine. He's the only Gryffindor I know, he used as an excuse to sit next to the handsome boy.
"Jones, Mercedes," she joined Kurt at the Gryffindor table.
"Lopez, Santana," the Latina was sorted into Slytherin.
"Pierce, Brittany," the ditsy blonde, who had been in the boat with Santana, was sorted into Hufflepuff. Santana seemed very disappointed about this outcome.
The last two, Noah Puckerman and Lauren Zizes were both sorted into Slytherin.