Noah's POV

New school year, new school.

'Wonderful…' I thought.

I adjusted my sweater vest and walked through the halls that reeked of sweat and hormones.

My mother had insisted I sign up for some club. So I reluctantly headed to the sign up board.

Some guy was putting up sign up sheets. He was wearing a neon green scarf.

Seriously? What is this, the 1980's?

I didn't bother with any snide remarks…hey, he wasn't bad looking…he kinda looked like someone who's ear I once kissed… I reached for the pen to sign up for chess club. My hand brushed up against scarf boy's. I expected him to jerk away, but he just looked at me and slowly lowered his hand, as did I.

He didn't seem repulsed, which I suppose was relieving; at least I knew my gaydar was spot on.

A little smirk was playing around my lips as he greeted me.

"Hey." I looked to see what he was posting.

"Glee club, huh?" he nodded.

"You guys any good?" I didn't particularly care, but he was cute so I rolled with it.

"Well we went to regionals" He said proudly. I guess I was somewhat impressed.

"Did you win?"

He frowned a bit. "Sadly, we lost, but we sounded great and looked fabulous."

"I'm sure you did." I winked. Flirting was much easier when you knew the other guy was gay. (Getting the wrong impression has led to some awkward moments…)

He started to smile when some football player splashed a slushie or whatever in my face.

"Welcome to McKinley high." He sneered.

"Ape!" My new pal yelled after him.

I was flattered he was defending me, but that didn't make up for the fact that my clothes were ruined.

"Are you okay….uh I don't know your name." He turned to me.

"My name's Noah" I said. "And I'm just thrilled I got such a warm welcome."

He told me his name's Kurt.

"Let me help you or it'll stain your clothes, and that's so not good for your face."

I smiled, which I rarely do. "Sure, do you have a change of clothes on you?" I asked, not really expecting him to, but of course, he did. Apparently some Rachel chick told him to.

"Follow me." He directed, and I did.

He handed me a bag out of his locker. The get up was a bit…feminine, not to my surprise. I sighed, went to the bathroom and changed. I stepped back out begrudgingly.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Fabulous."