~A.N. Welcome to my new fanfic everyone! I've been working on this for a while and thought it was interesting enough to share! This fic follows the general plot Season 1 of Gossip Girl but with only characters from Glee! Many changes were made to make the story fit and to add to the fun. I tried to stay loyal to the G.G. blasts so those are almost exactly accurate except for small changes if it didn't work. Please leave comments if you happen to find my story and enjoy it. ALL THE BEST!

UPDATE: There will be a new 'Gossip Glee Girl 2' story posted upon the completion of this work! So please, follow and favorite for more info!


Episode 1, Chapter 1:

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here and I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources, JcbBenfro, sends us this: Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Kurt Hummel. Was it only a year ago our It-Boy mysteriously disappeared for quote 'boarding school'? And just as suddenly he's back. Don't believe me? See for yourselves: Lucky for us, JcbBenfro sent proof. Thanks for the photo, Ben!

Kurt dodged as many suspicious eyes as he could but not everyone could be avoided including the Jewfro who never seemed to give it a rest. Kurt knew the moment he saw his face it would be game over. The milky-skinned boy dragged his Prada suitcase to the main entrance hall ready to embrace the hell he would be going through now that he returned.

The person he didn't notice also skulking around Grand Central Station was Blaine. He was with his sister Rachel. The two had just gotten off the train. Blaine's father wrapped his hands in a vice grip around his children glad that they were back after their trip to see their mother, Shelby, in Ohio.

"God, I missed you kids," he said tearing up.

"We missed you too dad," Rachel loved hugs and being missed.

"How was your mom? Good?" Burt asked him.

"She's doing well," Blaine responded.

"How 'well'?"

"The good kind dad," his son laughed. His parents had been separated ever since she'd left to go "find herself." Shelby was a free-spirit like that, but she never fully left her kids behind. They went to see her every summer since she moved. Blaine stopped in his tracks when he spotted the illusive and illustrious Kurt step onto the street just as Burt steered his kids from the outside doors to the subway entrance.

Spotted: Lonely Boy... can't believe the love of his life has returned. If only he knew who he was. But everyone knows Kurt. And everyone is talking.

Wonder what Quinn Fabray thinks. Sure, they're BFFs but we always thought Quinn's boyfriend Sam had a thing for Kurt.

Quinn got the first notification on her phone when she was in the bathroom. Her eyes widened, and she raised her head slowly to look in the mirror. She wondered what her move should be. She had thoughts for a while about what she would do if Kurt ever showed his face again. Now that it was finally real, she needed to have a clear mind.

Leaving the bathroom, she heard her mother, Judy, talking with a friend about a design plan for new-money socialite's new apartment on Fifth Avenue. Quinn barely acknowledged her mother, who reminded her not to take her designs out of their folders, and also that tomorrow Judy would be holding a photo-shoot in the second living room for Vogue Magazine.

"Yes mom," Quinn climbed the stairs with more important things on her mind. There was a party happening on the deck she still needed to get ready for.


Sam had been required to think about his future since he could form complex thoughts and sentences. So, at the party, when he asked what college he will be attending in a few years, he was ready to give the "proper" response when his father, Sandy, stepped in and took the words out of his mouth. If Sam ever told his father the truth, he would know that Sam was actually looking into modeling. But as much as Sam would love that, he knew better than to say the words out loud.

Out of nowhere, Quinn tapped him on the shoulder. Sam spun around, his slim gait moving effortlessly.

"I need to borrow you," she said simply, and Sam knew to go.

"Excuse me," he gently backed out following her. His best friend lounging on a nearby sofa wasted no time in calling out.

"Sam! Hey man, want to share?" he asked gesturing to the girls beside him. Puck was the designated sex shark of campus, and probably Manhattan. His sexuality was on hyper drive, but when he wasn't being an egg-head, the muscly jock was a good friend to Sam and had been for the last 15 years. He was such a good friend that he knew when Quinn was about to whip him even more than Sam was already whipped.

"I'll see you soon," Sam said as he was dragged indoors.

"Or not," Quinn smirked in his direction. Puck knew what came with a girl like her: the claiming ceremony; that was why she was not his type.

Sam might have been the only one who hadn't heard the news that Kurt was back.

Quinn locked the door to her bedroom once they were inside and proceeded to walk him over to the bed. She'd already started taking her navy cardigan off her blue and white Anthropologie Jacqueline Dress she matched with a pink headband.

"Whoa, whoa! Quinn, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I want you to undress me."

"What about the Chastity Ball and Celibacy club? You said—"

"I know what I said before, but I want you now," the blonde said straddling her unsuspecting boyfriend.

Better lock it down with Sam, Q. Clock's ticking.

Kurt took his mother's town car to the Fabray's home. Until he regained his footing in Manhattan, everything felt strange to him. Quinn had felt like his home since preschool. She might hate him for some of the things he did, but he knew mending their friendship came first to everything else. He probably should have called first.

When he rang the bell, he expected the maid, but instead got Judy, the lady of the house, which enlightened him quickly that something was going on.

"Kurt! What are you doing here?" she kissed both his cheeks. She ran up to get her daughter while he rested with his things on the sofa. He wasn't quite ready to get into the crowd.

"Quinnie! Guess who's here? Kurt! Come down…and stop being so antisocial. It's unlike you. I know I raised you better than that. Manners!" she reprimanded through the door, not having a clue what her daughter was really doing in her room. Quinn had gotten off her dress and his button-down shirt. He sprang up when her mother knocked.

"Wait, Kurt?" he said softly, but excitedly.

"That's impossible! He's been gone for a year! Why would he come back now?"

"You're not even a little interested?" Quinn knew she'd lose. There was something going on between them she'd rather not think about. She got off of him, and in a moment, he flung to the door, buttoning his shirt as he went.

Kurt left his bag in the parlor when he eventually heard his mother's voice emanating from the deck. She was telling another witty story about the gardener from back in the day who had stolen her heart. She, of course, had the last laugh when she later met Kurt's father, who had spoiled them rotten until he left. He had left her a very rich woman with more money than her already wealthy family could imagine. That was the initial reason Kurt became the It-Boy around town. Beyond that, his charisma and spunk charmed everyone else, including Quinn from time to time.

Kurt ignored the whispers around him as he found his mother. In an alternate universe, maybe he would be uncomfortable with himself, but he knew the power he had and could have so he tuned them out. According to the uninformed gossip, he was kidnapped, ransomed, abandoned in an opium den, a newly branded father, or pregnant himself. Kurt wanted them to shut up, but he had already heard it all when he first came out as gay.

"Hey mom!" he said, and she turned around swiftly. There were only two people who called her mom: Kurt and his brother. There was only one person this voice could be.

"Oh Kurt!" she hugged him severely. "My darling boy," she smiled and introduced him to the woman she was talking too.

"Mom—mom, where is…?"

"Oh no, sweetheart let's not talk about that here. Later, later after the party."

Kurt held his mother a little looser. She never talked about anything too difficult in front of people for fear of what they'd do. He was over that. "I'm going to go."

"Wait honey, you haven't even seen your friends—see, there's Quinn. Quinn dear!"

She knew where Kurt would go first so she cut Sam off. He would follow the algorithmic approach of checking every cranny in the apartment before realizing Kurt would go straight to his mom. Quinn knew he was a momma's boy.

"Kurt, you're back. It's so good to see you," she said calmly not giving anything away as she hugged him.

"It's great to see you too," he said. His voice always high became higher with nerves.

Judy came behind Quinn, squeezing her shoulders.

"We're about to have dinner. I'd love you to take a spot right near us, Kurt."

"Oh that's really, really nice, but I was just—I need to go. Stuff to unpack and everything. I just wanted to drop in say 'hello,' which I did! I'll see you Monday," he left before he said something stupid. He never even spotted Sam or Puck even though both had spotted him before he left.

Word is that K bailed on Q's party in under 90 seconds and didn't even have one lemon shot. Has our bad boy really gone good? Or is it all just part of the act?

Visiting hours were over when he went to see his brother. He had to bribe the head nurse on duty to let him in. It was worth it when he saw him. He had been unhealthy for a while before it happened. He stopped taking care of himself from the little to the big things. His round innocent face was filling up again, and he looked well. Kurt was not there for him when he was struggling the most. Kurt knew now his priorities weren't in the right place. He had been a mess of partying for a while, coming home at all hours of the night and morning, without a clue of what had happened. He had reasons for what he did, but none of them were good enough when it came to his brother. Even if his brother forgave him, Kurt had not forgiven himself yet for leaving him alone.

Why'd he leave? Why'd he return?

"How's it going sleepyhead?" Kurt said shaking his shoulder. "It's a little too early to be getting beauty rest?"

"I don't need beauty rest. I look this way when I wake up."

"And that is not the definition of beauty rest?" he teased hugging him. Finn hugged back.

"I missed you. How've you been?"

"I'm good, but you know that's not important."

"Yes, it is. Whatever you do is important Kurt," Finn's eyes were always warm.

"No, it is really not. You're feeling better, right? Planning on getting out of here."

"If mom lets me, I will be back at school soon," he said. Kurt got upset suddenly.

"You'll be back at school when I say. I don't want to see you in here. I promised you didn't I. I will look out for you. That should be enough. Mom is keeping you here only because she is embarrassed. She only pretends everything is under control."

"Kurt, don't rag on mom. You know it's hard for her."

"Really?! No Finn, don't. You deserve better. You should have been with mom at that party today, but instead—what have you been doing all day?" Kurt stopped his rant to ask.

"Nothing," he answered jokingly.

"That's got to change. I'll get you some books to read," Kurt saw the look on his face and laughed out loud. "If you don't read them, I'll start bringing in mountains of fashion magazines I know you'll hate!"

"Ugh stop!" he laughed. They play fought until they got tired, and Kurt rested on his bed until the nurse told him it was time to leave.


Blaine fell asleep surfing Gossip Girl for everything Kurt Hummel-related. Everything about him was perfect even down to his name. 'Kurt' reminded him of the Sound of Music, 'Hummel' made him think of those delicate porcelain figurines and then thinking of porcelain he had to think of his face. He had it bad, and the boy didn't even know his name.

His dad was very excited to be cooking breakfast for his family who had been gone for the past two months. So excited in fact that when he turned on the television that morning, he didn't automatically change it to the Discovery Channel, but left it on the E network, which the siblings both could appreciate. Rachel started writing at the table while watching the season finale of her favorite modelling show. Meanwhile Burt flipped eggs. The smell of bacon sizzling woke Blaine up.

"You have no idea how much I missed the smell of bacon," he lumbered in.

"Your mom still on that vegetarian kick? She always wanted me to be one, but… I thought you were a morning person," Burt said looking at his son's hair and eyes.

"He was busy last night on Gossip Girl," Rachel piped in.

"I was not!"

"Don't deny it. I peeked at your computer this morning; you never 'X' out."

"Rachel, come on, privacy! Dad," he complained.

"You heard him. Privacy is the word. What is this Gossip Girl anyway?"

"It's a blog site for everything Upper East Side."

"Hmm, why would you be interested in that? I mean I know you go there, but—"

"Blaine's got a crush on Kurt Hummel, the It-Boy and absolute party prince."

"Rachel!" Blaine yelled this time banging the table, and Rachel's fancy ink well tipped and started spilling. She screamed as she got away taking her newly minted invitation off the table. She ran faster than either man thought possible as she saved the rest of her invitations before seething at Blaine.

"I can't believe you did that!"

"I didn't do it on purpose. You know that. What are you doing anyway? Throwing some wild and crazy party," Blaine got his revenge when Burt looked at her suspiciously. Rachel turned pink.

"One of the girls saw my handwriting and asked me to write invitations for her Night of Neglect party. It's a music party to celebrate neglected artists."

"Don't they have one every year? How did you get invited?"

"Well I wasn't first on the list, but she said if I wrote them all, I'd be on the list. I stupidly left all the material here or else I would have had them done when we were still in Ohio."

"Not a lot of people get invited. Are you sure you'll feel okay there? I mean face it we're not usually their type."

"I'm sick of being a no one in school. I get to go to a fancy private school and what's it all for unless I make a name for myself! I'll never be special."

"Rachel, you know you're special no matter what they say," Burt pointed out.

"I'm born how I am, it's what I make of myself that's more important," she said scooping eggs on her plate and taking everything to her room. When she closed the door, she added, "Let me know when the pancakes are done!"


Kurt realized when his town car took him home that "home" had relocated to a hotel while his mother renovated again for no good reason except for Ms. Judy saying so. He unpacked what he had and reacquainted himself with everything he had in boxes not in storage. He knew the next day would mean a lot of questions, but he didn't think about the answers yet. He just wanted to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he added his hippo broach to his lapel. Kurt never followed all the rules of the William McKinley School and that's what kept him sane. Outside the front entrance to the hotel, Kurt was for lack of a better word shocked to see Sam clearly nervous and waiting for someone. He silently begged that it wasn't him.

"Sam? Why are you here?"

"Oh, I-I just wanted to see you—How you were, I mean," he added suddenly.

"I didn't come back for you," he squinted at him trying to comprehend what went through Sam's brain sometimes. He knew by the look on his face he was looking for something Kurt would not give him. Never, ever again. Once was a mistake, twice would be unforgivable. "Quinn's my best friend, even though I don't know where we're at right now," he added honestly. "I'm not getting in between her and her boyfriend, which is you," he emphasized to get his point across. Sam was going to say something, but Kurt shushed him, put on his sunglasses and strutted away.


Blaine had a harder time then he would have liked getting to school. It was a long bus ride through some shady neighborhoods before he made it to the city. He was late for the bus that would get him to school early so now he was chancing a late detention. On the bus, he gave up his seat for two elderly ladies, and when they left, before he could sit down, the two seats were taken by Sam and Puck.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on between you and Hummel?"

"I texted you last night about this man. Get over it. Nothing's going on."

"I don't know. I saw the hot look of longing you gave him when he left Quinn's party."

"I did not! Stop being a douche, I don't have any homo feelings, okay?" Sam rose from his seat. It looked like it was because he was pissed, but then Puck did too. Blaine had been listening to their conversation so intently that he didn't know where he was until they were getting off the bus. If they were getting off, he needed to too.

He ran off pushing Puck a little.

"What's your problem man? You want to fight?"

"No!" Blaine jumped back and pointed to what he was wearing. "We go to school together."

"Yeah man, leave him alone," Sam smiled at the small guy's fright. Blaine wanted to keep talking, but the two walked away.


~A.N. I've been holding on to this forever and I finally decided Why Not?! ENJOY :)