Chapter 4
Kurt's P.O.V

We entered the hustle and bustle of the noisy choir room. I saw my step-brother Finn messing around on the drum kit, with an annoying Candor called Rachel sat on his lap. Two Dauntless idiots, Puck and Santana, were sat making out on the back row or chairs; Blaine just shook his head as if he was used to seeing that horrific scene. Mike and Tina, a couple from Abnegation, were chatting animatedly to each other, likewise, Mercedes was in deep discussion with her boyfriend Sam and friend Brittany, the three were all from Amity. Then there was Artie and Matt, both Erudite, just sat strumming on guitars. Blaine instantly went to sit by his Dauntless friends and just left me stood awkwardly by myself. I did have friends in there, it's just that I didn't want to interrupt.

I went to sit on the piano bench, absent-mindedly pressing down random keys, waiting for Mr Schuester to arrive. Unlike most of the teachers, Mr Schue was from Amity, not the usual Candor. He always wore a yellow shirt, paired with a red tie and would swap between yellow and red pants, despite his terrible fashion sense, he always wore a huge smile on his face.

"Okay guys, settle down. I have a fun project for you all," Mr Schue announced as he entered the room. He quickly scanned the room and noticed that we had increased in numbers, literally by one. "Oh, you must be Blaine Anderson?"

"That's me. I like your ensemble there Sir, very yellow," Blaine grinned.

"Why thank you Blaine," the teacher commented, obviously not getting the oh so obvious sarcasm that lay on Blaine's tongue. "Now this project is about choosing a song that represents you. I want you to choose a song that describes what you feel like as a person, on the inside and out. And not necessarily what your Faction says about you either. Now I know the Aptitude tests are coming up, and hands down, it will be the most important decision you ever make. Choose wisely… Yes Blaine?" Mr Schuester finished, then realising that Blaine's hand was in the air.

"Could I be excused? I know that this lesson is obviously important to you and the other people in this room, but I just don't want to waste my time singing and holding hands, I have more important things to do then worry about than choosing a song about myself. I know myself, and I always will know myself. There must have been a mix up with the class scheduling," Blaine complained rudely.

"Well Mr Anderson, maybe being in this class will make you better, learn to work in a team and learn not to make everything about you," Mr Schuester retaliated quickly, his ever present smile fading from his face.

"Look, I know about team work. Unlike people like yourself who come from a Faction where you are told to think that everything in life is happy and peaceful, well it isn't. People in Dauntless work their asses off to protect this city, which is more than you do. My father probably works more in a day, than you do in a month," Blaine snapped.

Mr Schuester slammed his hand onto the piano keys in anger. "Get out of my classroom!" he bellowed. Blaine just sat there and smirked, I looked from him, to Mr Schue, then back to Blaine again; they were just staring each other out. This Blaine was definitely not the one that I bumped into in the hall.

Blaine took his time and slowly rose from his chair, he exited the room and slammed the door loudly. Mr Schuester looked satisfied with his authority and continued to talk about the project. I couldn't help but look through the window pane in the door. Blaine was slumped against the opposite wall and caught my gaze, giving me a warm smile and a wink which made me blush madly from head to toe. I looked down again, but just couldn't resist looking again. He caught my attention and started making crude gestures towards me, like thrusting his hips into the air, and slowly taking his leather jacket off in a more than provocative way. I laughed quietly with my hand covering my mouth, but unfortunately, Mr Schue caught me.

"Is there something funny, Kurt?" he questioned.

"No Sir, nothing at all," I replied quickly, putting my head down. Mr Schue seemed happy and went back to talking.

I chanced a quick glance upwards and saw Blaine still dancing around outside like a moron. I continued to watch him, until Mr Schuester edged towards the door handle. I shook my hands near my neck, signalling him to cut it out, but his eyes were closed. Mr Schue opened the door and the next thing we heard was the two of them having a shouting match at each other.

This carried on for another five minutes, when Blaine strutted back into the room, his head held high with a smug smile on his face. He passed by me and shot me another wink, I just laughed and shook my head at the boy. Blaine returned to his seat as Mr Schuester came back into the room again, the man was pissed off and he had a rather large neck vain that was bulging so much that it looked like it would burst.

Mr Schuester had to leave the class for a little while, and decided to leave me in charge. As soon as he left, Blaine, Santana and Puck began to talk extremely loudly, like they were having some form of argument. It then went quiet for a minute or two, and from the corner of my eye, I could see Santana climbing onto a chair, reaching for something in the ceiling rafters. I turned around curiously, and saw that Santana had a huge spider in her hands. It actually looked more like a tarantula…

I stared widely at the creature in her hands, and Puck began to encourage her to throw it at someone, I hoped to all high heavens that their chosen victim was not going to be me. I noticed that Blaine just sat there quietly, obviously not cool with the idea.

"I don't know why they do this, it's pointless," Blaine muttered to me. It made me smile to know that Blaine didn't like the pranks, he didn't give into the Dauntless stereotype as much as I had thought.

The next thing everybody knew, Rachel let out and ear-piercing scream, startling everyone. I was pretty sure that her scream had actually cracked a window. Turns out that Santana had chosen her victim, and with pristine accuracy had launched it across the room at the annoying girl. I couldn't help but laugh at Rachel as she began to rub her legs and dance around the room a little, shaking every part of her body to try and remove the arachnid.

Mr Schue entered the room to find us all in hysterics, Rachel was still spinning around madly, yelping and whining as she did so. Thankfully the spider had had the right idea to scuttle off and hide from the terrified girl. Mr Schuester just looked at Rachel as if she were crazy.

"What's going on?" the teacher asked, glaring at us all.

"Santana threw a spider on me," Rachel cried, shivering at the thought.

"I didn't Mr Schue, she's making it up!" Santana argued back. Mr Schuester gave both of the girls a look of disbelief and decided to turn to me… great!

"Kurt, you'll tell the truth right?" he asked, brow raised. I nodded all too quickly.

"Santana was sat here with Blaine, Puck and myself. We were discussing the assignment, Santana was sat down the whole time," I informed him, not so truthfully; but who cares?

Rachel began to argue now, pointing at me and yelling, I just sat there with a bored expression on my face whilst Santana just stared at me, shocked.
"Rachel, I think you'd better go to the nurse and calm down. Finn, would you take her?" Mr Schuester asked. Finn got up, and glared at me, taking Rachel by her arm he walked her out of the room. Rachel's face had now gone bright white, and she looked as if she would throw up. I smirked, I never liked her anyway.

Here's another chapter for you guys, hope you're liking Glee/Divergent! Klisses xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx