Remember this is AU, so when you read Blaine's back story, have that in mind. :)
I'm not completely sure how long this story will be, but i'm pretty positive that it will be longer than either 'heal me' or 'Fling to ring'
Chapter 1: The calm before…
~*~*HUMMEL*~*~
Kurt Hummel wasn't like the typical 18 year old boy. Where the average teenage boy could roll out of bed and be ready for school within thirty minutes, Kurt had an extensive moisturising routine that took up an hour of his day, to ensure he's skin remained new born soft, all over. He also took immense pride into his appearance, including such fine detail as the specific shininess of his knee high boots (fashion has no gender) using specialised eye drops the enhance the whites of his eyes (even though everyone said he didn't need it) and to make sure, well at least try, to make every last strand of his chestnut hair stay in place.
He also happened to be one of those 'obvious gays' and took no shame in it. He would walk down the hallways of school, flipping the latest copy of Vogue or Cosmo, throw his opinion around about everyone's fashion choices and had a Transgender female as a best friend. Mercedes Jones was Kurt's previous best friend, but since her graduation, Unique Adams, or Nicki as Kurt likes to call her, became fast friends.
In fact the only three things that Kurt Hummel had in common with the average teenage boy was his love of sports (if that includes gymnastics and dance), his passion for cars (thanks to his dad owning a garage and tire shop) and a raging libido (if you substituted vagina for dick of course)
"Junior and Senior assembly in the sports hall in 20 minutes time, people"
"Child, this is happening" Unique declared enthusiastically loud with a flip of her weave. So loud in fact, that several freshman in the hallway actually jumped with fright. Leave it to Unique Adams to make her fabulous presence known, Kurt thought fondly. "Shooting stars, bonfire. Mmhmm, perfect romantic setting. This mama is going to find herself some new sugar"
"No luck with Ryder Lynn, I presume?" Kurt asked sympathetically as he raided through his locker to find the appropriate text books for the day.
"Oh no, Baby Bear, my crush on him has almost fizzled out" Unique answered with a feign pout as she reached past her petite framed friend and grabbed the hairspray that was sitting in his locker just as Kurt picked up his tube of lip gloss that had been sitting beside it.
"Awww, sorry. Actually it's probably for the best." Kurt empathised as he ran the cheery flavoured gloss along his bottom lip. " I know I've only seen him a couple of times and forgive me for sounding like a bitch, but he's kind of a dork" he finished with a shrug and an awkward smile as lip-gloss and hairspray were traded to one another simultaneously.
"Kurt, seriously baby?" she asked as she was engulfed in a mist of spray. "Like I'm one to judge people for being different? Besides I like the quirky dorky thing he's got going on" she continued as she placed the hair product back into the locker.
"Then why has the crush died?" Kurt asked curiously as he slammed his locker shut, having happily completed their 'Morning Locker Beauty Regime'. He then leaned back against it to watch the student body walk past, blissfully aware that no classes started until after the assembly for the upperclassmen finished.
"Now, don't get me wrong because I love me, I do. But Ryder has seen me in my fabulous and has seen me when I first wake up, looking… less fabulous you could say. He doesn't seem interested in either. He likes the typical girl, preferably one that comes with a built in vagina." her fabulous façade wavering momentarily. "I guess I could try catfish him" she suggested.
"No, definitely not. I've read stories on that stuff. You know, cat fishing is like marijuana, trust me" Kurt advised, giving his best friend a disapproving look.
"Excuse you?" she frowned in confusion.
"well, like, people call weed the gateway drug because you start on that then end up on Crystal Meth and Heroin. Cat fishing is the gateway con, you start by innocently taking someone else's face and put it to your words, next thing you know, it's ten years later and your serving life in prison on False Identity and Freud charges" Kurt nodded to himself in approval of his solid argument. Some may have called it dramatic, Kurt called in realistic.
"Is you serious? Oh hell no, scrape that idea then. I would have only used Santana Lopez's picture anyway. She is the definition of the word 'hot'" Unique sighed as she observed the passer-by's.
"Seriously? How many people do you know? Who the hell is Santana Lopez?" Kurt asked in disbelief.
He and Unique had only been friends for about 6 months now, ever since the beginning of senior year. They spoke briefly before hand, but both teens mainly ran in other circles back then. Being the youngest of their group of friends, left them alone while the others graduated, and like fabulous kindred spirits, Kurtique was born. Between gossiping about boys and shopping, neither students really spoke in depth about their lives before befriending one another.
"Just some Cheerleader. My brother, Azimio, was really popular before he graduated last year, so most of the football team, hockey team and Cheerio's spent a large chuck of their time in my house. Don't get me wrong honey child, I'm not friends with any of them, we just simply know each other" Unique answered with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Oh the life and woes of being an outcast in -
"oh my god, so he's been in your house?" Kurt blurted out excitedly, gripping his messenger bag with enthusiasm.
"Ryder? Of course, that's how that crush started, because he was around a lot." she answered with a half hearted shrug.
"No, not your he, my he" Kurt corrected her in a whisper, biting his bottom lips in worry.
"Oh god, your not still on about him are you?" Unique rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.
"I'm in love with him, Nicki. I have been for years." he defended himself, sticking his nose up to her playfully.
"Baby, Sweetie, stop! Have you ever actually had a conversation with him?" Unique asked knowingly with a raised eyebrow and a smug smile.
"Well… No, but that's only because he might get the wrong idea and think I'm trying to come on to him or something"
"But you are. Buba, I suggested talking to him, light conversation at first. A nice simple 'you okay?' and build from-" she stopped talking immediately as she saw the very man in question walking their way." oh shit, talk of the devil and he may appear. Remain silent." she advised to a wide eyed and panicked Kurt.
~*~*LOPEZ*~*~
Santana Lopez's friends would describe the 18 year old girl as any of the following: brash, harsh, blunt, hot, feisty, sexy, aggressive, inappropriate, malicious, loyal, Satan reincarnated and fierce. In short, Santana Lopez was a sexy bitch. A bitch that you would much rather have as a friend then as an enemy.
She was fluent in Spanish due to her Latina roots and even claimed the have an inner psychic Mexican third eye, that made her a wicked judge of character. The average guy loved her, because of her looks and her promiscuous ways and the average girl despised her, because of it.
But Santana didn't want to snatch other girl's men away, she just marvelled in the fact that other woman felt threatened by her. In fact, Santana Lopez had been in a faithful relationship with her girlfriend/best friend, Brittany Pierce for 18 months and couldn't be happier. The term faithful being held loosely of course.
"You know, people say if you wish on a shooting star, the sky genie has to make it happen" Brittany alleged as she, Santana and their closest friend Quinn Fabray entered the cafeteria to grab a snack before going to assembly.
"What you going to wish for?" Santana asked politely, ignoring the genie part of the sentence. A lot of people assumed Brittany was dumb and stupid, but Santana knew it wasn't true. Brittany just enjoyed living in the world of make believe, finding solace in a cruel society by taking on the innocence and mind set of a child far younger than her 18 years. That was of course, until Santana and Brittany were alone, then the blonde would leave her land temporarily and that's when the real, smart Brittany shone.
"I've already got what I wished for" Brittany smiled as she pulled her girlfriend in for a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Oh god. You two are so adorable, I wish I had that" Quinn said, shaking her head fondly at the loved up couple.
"Junior and Senior assembly in the sports hall in 20 minutes time, people"
"Fuck off!" Santana yelled out in response to Principle Figgins announcement through the speakers. The fact that no-one in the room even batted an eye lid to the random outburst, just went to show how extremely ordinary such things were for Santana. "Anyway Barbie, what about you and that over sized, puffy, man boobed boyfriend of yours, Finn Hudson?"
"I'm dumping him on grounds that he wants to consummate our relationship and I'm not ready" Quinn answer proudly as she picked up an apple and bottle of water from the counter.
"You are such a virgin, Quinn Fabrey" Santana laughed as she mirrored Quinn's choice in snack. "That means we are on the look out for a new toy for you" she stated as she scanned the room for fresh meat.
"Oh, he looks hot!" Quinn piped up, pointing out a group of three students sitting at a table on the other side of the room. "Not Brody Weston, although he is gorgeous yet unavailable, I'm talking about his friend. He one with the bowtie"
Santana followed her blond friend's trail of vision and landed upon a boy who had his hair slicked back with way too much gel, odd triangle eyebrows that looked like pregnant caterpillars and indeed, a bowite. "He's as gay as a bottle of air freshener" She snorted.
"Huh? No way, how do you know that?" Quinn challenged.
"I'm a lesbian and a judgemental bitch, which only means one thing, I have awesome Gaydar" Santana shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, you're only saying that because he dresses well" Quinn huffed as she gave the boy a calculating look.
""Exactly, all gay guys dress really good, what else were they doing while they were spending so much time in the closet?" Santana replied as she made her way to the exit doors of the cafeteria.
"I'm going to ask him" Quinn decided as she straightened out her Cheerio's uniform and approached the three students, eyes locked on Mr. Bowite. "excuse me, are you gay?" she asked sweetly.
"um… yeah" Mr. bowtie replied with a confused and worried look on his face. His two friends also looked at her in concern.
"shit. Ok, thanks, bye" Quinn blurted, deflating visibly. Grudgingly, she turned back around to join a smug looking Santana, knowing full well that she wouldn't hear the end of this if Santana had her way.
"I heard that, on weekends, he sells his ass for wounded kittens" - Brittany declared confidently as they walked out off the lunch room and made their way to the assembly hall.
"What, are you serious? He's a prostitute?" Quinn gasped scandalously as she placed her fruit and water into her bag.
"No, I'm totally kidding, I just made it up." Brittany smiled as she took the apple Santana was holding and took a generous bit out off it before passing it back.
"You are so weird" Quinn determined as they approached the locked doors to the room where the assembly was taking place and joined the crowd.
"That's why I love her" Santana grinned as she and Brittany sat on the floor and lend their backs against the lockers, entwining pinkie fingers and staring at each other lovingly.
~*~*ANDERSON*~*~
Blaine Anderson made a promise to himself to live everyday like it was his last. After a gay bashing incident at one of his previous schools left him comatose for 6 weeks, he woke up and decided that he would refuse to be a victim. So when his boyfriend of four months, Sebastian Smythe, left him for another man over the weekend, Blaine didn't cry or mourn the lost of what had been, instead he continued on his merry way in hopes that everything happens for a reason.
Due to being incapacitated throughout his freshman year, 18 year old Blaine, found himself in Junior year, while his twin sister Rachel Berry and her boyfriend Brody Weston were in their last year of high school. Shelby Coracon was of a young age when she gave birth to twins and felt she was unable to provide for them, so she opted to put them up for adoption. To two very different families. Rachel went to live with two gay men, while Blaine went to live with a lovely couple, who just happened to hate gay people.
So when Blaine awoke from his coma and finally recovered, his parents expected him to give heterosexuality a chance, but of course, Blaine didn't. Which resulted in him being kicked out of his home, although that wasn't hardly a issue considering he was boarding at Dalton Academy in Westerville. But his good for nothing homophobic parents did leave him crucial information about his adoption, include the name of his Mother and Sister. Luck struck when Rachel Berry attended a show choir competition that Blaine was involved in and the rest was history. Within a month, LeRoy and Hiram Berry had custody of Blaine and he was transferred to McKinley.
"What time are the stars scheduled to shoot over the school?" Blaine asked as he sipped on his coffee. Luckily the coffee was from the Lima Bean and not the lumpy stuff they serve out at the school.
"11pm. You didn't need a permission slip to attend did you? I mean, all Juniors require one but you're 18 so.." Brody, Rachel's boyfriend, trailed off as he fiddled with his club sandwich as they sat at a table in the corner of the school cafeteria.
"No, because he's technically an adult, Miss Pillsbury and Figgins let him off" Rachel answered with a beaming smile.
"Junior and Senior assembly in the sports hall in 20 minutes time, people"
"What's this assembly for exactly?" Blaine enquired as he ignored the crazy, shouting Latina cheerleader on the other side of the room.
"Old Fig's giving us a rundown on the rules of tonight or something. I don't really know nor do I care, I'm missing math because of this, so I would easily sit in that hall and listen to him dribble his rubbish until the end -"
"Don't look now" Rachel interrupted her boyfriend in a harsh whisper. "But Cheerio's are looking at us"
"So?" Blaine asked. He loved Rachel, he really did, but even he knew she was a stickler for drama. She had thankfully grown out of the constant need to be in the center of the spotlight, but unfortunately, she only traded the spotlight, for drama.
"So, their obviously talking about -" she shut up immediately and her eyes widened impossible large as one of the cheerleaders approached. Quinn Fabray, if memory served Blaine correctly.
"Excuse me, are you gay?" she asked as she came to a stand still in front of Blaine, looking half desperate, half hopeful.
"um… yeah" he replied curiously. Blaine was used to people asking him about his sexuality constantly. Rachel liked to refer to him as the 'mirage gay'. On some days, to some people, he was obviously gay, but on other days, to other people, he was obviously not so gay. So yeah, he was used to people asking, but no quite used to random people he never spoke to before literally dropping everything, just to ask him the question.
"Shit. Ok, thanks, bye" the blonde Cheerio replied, and before Blaine could even grasp the concept of the random scene, she had disappeared to join her friends as they walked out of the room.
"That was really rude!" Rachel exclaimed once they were left in peace. "You can't just ask people like that. How would she had like it if someone randomly approached her and went 'excuse me, are you straight?', people are too damn nosey these days when it comes to sexual orientation, I should know this stuff because I have -"
"Two gay dads" Blaine and Brody said flatly in unison as they interrupted Rachel's babblings.
"Sorry. Anyway Blaine, have you heard from Sebastian at all?" Rachel asked curiously, avoiding looking at her brother while doing so.
"Not since he cheated on me, then dumped me for his fuck buddy. But, I say, good riddance for bad meat anyway. I'll find a new man, only this time, I'm not going looking for him, he can find me" Blaine said proudly as he stood from his chair and throw his empty coffee cup into the trashcan. "Come, we might as well start making a move."
~*~*PUCKERMAN*~*~
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman was McKinley's reformed bad boy. Long gone were the days he would sleep with any woman willing, drink too much beer and take too many drugs, skip classes and beat on nerds. Well, almost long gone. After a stint in Juvie, Puck decided to continue on with his party lifestyle, just this time, at the lesser expense of others.
He now limited himself to any willing girl who wasn't in a 'committed' relationship, only got wasted while with friends, cut down on skipping class by 50% and resorted to only verbal intimidation instead of physical violence. Yes, Puck wasn't a saint, but at least he wasn't a snooze-fest.
On a major plus, after destroying his mothers car and reputation back in Junior year, the Puckerman family went and sought out counselling. He work through his impulsive behaviour while his mother worked on her alcohol addiction. Fast forward a year and Noah Puckerman was a happy 18 year old male who's biggest problem was finding who was going to be his next conquest.
"Junior and Senior assembly in the sports hall in 20 minutes time, people"
"Ah, man. I need some action. The old Puckzilla's not quite getting his usual attention, if you know what I mean, lads" Puck stated as he kicked back in an empty chemistry classroom, save his best friends, Finn Hudson, Ryder Lynn and a dozing Sam Evans.
"Sucks that the hottest girl in school is a lesbian" Finn replied as he began riffling through the cupboards to find something to entertain him while they waited for the assembly to begin.
"Apparently, and this is just urban legend, Azimio Adams slept with her two weeks before she officially turned" Ryder told the boys. "He was her last ever man"
"Shit! That reminds me" Puck huffed as he jumped off of the counter. "I need to find Wade. I was talking to Z last night on Skype and he told me to get his number off his little bro, so I'll catch you two losers in assembly."
"I think Wade's weird" Finn decided as he gave up looking in the cupboards and took a seat at the teacher's desk. "I mean don't get me wrong, he's all kinds of brave for wearing a dress to school and stuff, but like, I don't actually get why he does it"
"Because he is 'fierce'" Puck laughed as he gave his best Unique Adams impression, and failed. Horribly.
"Because he identifies as a she" Ryder said distractedly his he rummaged through his bag. Greeted by silence from his words, he looked up to see Puck and Finn looking at him with a 'care-to-explain' look. "well after we all found out about Unique, I went home and researched it" Puck and Finn both raised their eyebrows and let their jaws drop. Deciding not to look at his friends dumb faces, Ryder continue speaking as he returned to dig inside his bag. "I started looking it up because I didn't want Azimio to punch me in my face for saying something wrong, but it turns out to be a really interesting read. Apparently, Unique's mind isn't wrong, her body is."
"Why did you spend so much time reading it? Do you wanna fuck him or something?" Puck asked seriously as he opened the classroom door.
"I prefer to think of it as educating myself" Ryder defended himself as he pulled out a packet of chips and began eating them.
"Whatever, I see the Diva now, laters" Puck said and didn't wait for a reply as he walked out of the room and down the hallway to where Wade was chilling next to the gay, pale kid. "Yo, Wade" he called through the crowd, gaining his attention and making his friend fall silent.
"If you address me as Wade one more time Puckerman, I swear to god, I will rip off your balls. It's Unique or Nicki" He answered. Or she, or.. God, Puck didn't know.
"Ok sorry, Dude" he apologised, and then realised that he may have said the wrong thing, given the way her eyes narrowed drastically. "Dudette, sorry Dudette. Anyway I need your brothers new number, so can I have it please?"
As Unique, or whatever, dug into her bra to collect her phone and search through it, Puck looked over at the quiet kid beside her. Puck had known of him for years, from the first day of middle school, if he remembers correctly, yet they never actually spoke. Hell, he didn't even remember his name, he just knew him as the mechanics son.
Plus he couldn't ever place a time where he had heard the boy speak in front of him, at least not since Puck threw him in the dumpster a couple of years back. But Puck had grown up since then, but by the way this kid refused to speak or look at him, Puck assumed the little dude was still scared of him. Puck, being the better person now-a-days, offered a smile as a silent truce or whatever, but all it did was cause the boy to go bright red. Ignoring him, Puck took down his old friend's number and bid them both a polite farewell as he walked over to join the ever growing crowd outside the hall and flirt shamelessly with the lesbian cheerleaders.
~*~*FIGGINS*~*~
"Junior and Senior assembly in the sports hall in 20 minutes time, people" Principle Figgins warned the students of William McKinley High School through the speaker system.
Happily content with knowing he had a good fifteen minutes to spare before holding the assembly, the man decided to lean back in his chair and turn on his built in back massager. Throwing his head back in bliss, he caught a cloud of smoke, making its way in through the air vent, out of the corner of his eye.
Startled, Figgins jumped from his seat and backed himself into the corner of his office.
"What is that?" he asked the cloud of white smoke dumbly.
"Not what, but who" the cloud amazingly answered in a soft female voice.
Figgins eyes bulged and jaw dropped to the floor as his face lost all colour. He's brain seemed to short wire and he was rendered speechless and motionless.
Not that the white cloud of smoke minded at all, in fact, it would be best if the Indian man didn't struggle.
"Something awful is going to happen tonight, and I'm going to need to step into your body in order to make sure the right people are in the right place for when it does"
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