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Chapter 5: The First Day
Blaine woke up Monday morning, to find Kurt wrapped around him. His head was laying on Blaine's chest, his arms were around Blaine's waist, and their feet were tangled together. Blaine laid there, just watching Kurt sleep for a second, before he decided he should probably wake Kurt up. Blaine leaned over, and began kissing Kurt all over the face.
Kurt's eyes blinked open sleepily, before he snuggled closer into Blaine. Blaine chuckled. "Aren't you going to wake up?"
Kurt shook his head. "No. You're warm and I'm tired."
Blaine giggled at how adorable his boyfriend was half asleep. "I would be content to wake up like that every morning. But, we have a little thing called school, and we don't want to be late. I woke you up with an hour to get ready."
Kurt shot awake. "Only an hour? I need to get ready quickly."
Blaine chuckled as his boyfriend shot into the closet, and set to work getting ready himself.
As Blaine was putting the last of his hair gel in his hair, he noticed Kurt was still getting ready. He looked at his phone, reading 6:15. "We still have forty-five minutes before we have to leave." Blaine said to himself. "Kurt still has plenty of time." Blaine headed towards the stairs, following the scene of bacon. As he entered the kitchen, he noticed Carole cooking, and Finn sitting at the counter.
Carole looked up when she heard Blaine walk in. "Oh, hey honey. Are Thad and Kurt up?"
Blaine nodded. "I woke Kurt up, he's still getting ready, though I suspect we might be waiting a while. There was noise coming from Thad's room when I walked by, so I assume he's up."
Carole put a plate of breakfast down in front of Blaine, who nodded in thanks and started eating.
About thirty minutes later, both Kurt and Thad were ready and had eaten breakfast, and the group was ready to leave for school.
Finn pulled Kurt off to the side. "I'll take Thad in my car, so you can have some time with Blaine." He told his stepbrother.
"Thanks Finn, that means a lot." Kurt said, smiling.
The two lovers headed towards Kurt's car and climbed in. Kurt turned on his musical playlist and the two sang out on the way to school. About ten minutes later, Kurt pulled the Navigator into the parking lot, next to the other New Direction's cars, Finn pulling his pick-up truck in next to Kurt. The four boys climbed out of their car, Kurt and Finn leading Thad and Blaine into McKinley, Mercedes, Quinn, David, and James joining the group.
"You four should have at least one New Direction in each of your classes." Kurt told the four Warblers. "We have glee after school, so you can head to the choir room once classes are over. We usually eat lunch in there too, lunch period at public school can be rough. I'll see you after school."
The other Warblers nodded, and headed in the direction of the locker they were assigned for the week, and Blaine followed Kurt, since their lockers were next to each other.
"Do you think they will all be okay?" Blaine asked, concerned.
Kurt nodded. "They may be all prep school boys, but the majority of the football team won't pick on them, since they are straight, at least not any more than they pick up on the glee boys."
The two headed towards their first class, both having math with Wes, Mike, Thad, and Quinn. Kurt sighed. After all this time at Dalton, he was not excited to go back to a class where the students threw paper airplanes more than they actually learned, and the teacher didn't care enough to stop them. Kurt and Blaine headed towards the back of the classroom, taking a seat near the other Warblers and glee kids, Kurt ignoring the glare Karofsky sent his way.
About five minutes later, after a failed attempt to quiet down the students, the teacher started. The other Warblers pulled out their notes, before sending a confused glance at the New Directions, Kurt, and Blaine, who weren't bothering to take notes.
"No one takes notes during a class at McKinley." Kurt explained. "You pretty much need to read the text book, and you can get an A in the class. It's very different from Dalton."
Kurt pulled out his phone to text Mercedes, who was in English. This was going to be a very long week.
The rest of Kurt's morning classes passed in pretty much the same manner, having about two or three Warblers per class, and having to tell each of them that they didn't need to take notes. When the bell rang, signifying the end of English, Kurt couldn't be more happy to get out of that classroom. He pulled Blaine down the hallway, towards the choir room, where he knew the New Directions and Warblers would be having lunch.
Blaine chuckled at him. "That excited to get out of class?"
"Yes." Kurt said, nodding. "I forgot how much easier McKinley's classes are than Dalton's, and how boring they are. I also want to go see my friends. I wasn't enjoying the glares Karofsky was sending my way this morning. Of course, he doesn't dare to do anything, with the Warblers and the New Directions keeping a close eye out, but that doesn't mean he won't glare at me."
The two entered the choir room, where the majority of the New Directions and the Warblers already were. Kurt collapsed onto a chair in between Mike and Mercedes, who sent him a sympathetic look.
"Already tired, boo?" She asked him.
Kurt nodded. "I forgot how easy McKinley's classes are compared to Dalton's, Cedes. I miss actually being challenged in a class."
James looked at the New Directions, eyes wide. "Are classes always like that here?"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. As long as you read the text book, you can pass any class at McKinley."
"I can't believe students would be that disrespectful to a teacher." Flint said, shaking his head.
"McKinley is very different from Dalton." Kurt explained. "Any public school is different from Dalton. The students don't care, and neither do the teachers."
"I can't believe you had to deal with this for two and half years." Nick told Kurt. "I could barely deal with it in middle school, and high school is so much worse."
"At least you only have a week of it." Tina told them. "We have the rest of our high school career."
"I will not take Dalton for granted, I will not take Dalton for granted." Jeff whispered under his breath, causing Kurt to laugh.
"You act like McKinley is all that bad." He told the Warblers. "But trust us, we have fun too."
The band struck up, and Santana stepped forward, smirking.
Santana:
Benjamin Coffin III?
The enemy of Avenue A
Puck:
Hey man,
You've got a whole lot of nerve showing your face here after what just happened
Sam:
Listen guys,
This was not my fault
Santana:
Go to Hell
Puck:
You put the cops on stand by
Sam:
Yes, but I never wanted it to get out of control
Puck:
Why did Muffy—
Sam:
Alison
Puck:
—miss the show?
Sam:
There was a death in the family
Kurt:
Who died?
Sam:
Our Akita
Artie and Puck:
Evita
Sam:
They make fun, yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead
Artie:
Dearly beloved
We gather here to say our goodbyes
Blaine and Puck:
Dies irae, dies illa
Kyrie eleison
Yitgadal veyitkadash
Artie was picked up out of his chair, and the group carried him over their heads.
Artie:
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass, to
La vie Bohème
New Directions:
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
Artie:
To days of inspiration
Playing hooky
Making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate
To going against the grain
Going insane
Going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention
Hating convention
Hating pretension
Not to mention, of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To Absolut
To choice
To The Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us, for once
Instead of a them
New Directions:
La vie Bohème
La vie Bohème
Santana pulled Brittany closer to her.
Finn:
Ahem
Santana:
Hey, Mister
She's my sister
Mike:
So that's five miso soup
Four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner
Two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls
Rachel:
Ew
Blaine:
It tastes the same
Quinn:
If you close your eyes
Mike:
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
New Directions:
Wine and beer!
Quinn and Kurt:
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Santana and Blaine:
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Artie:
Mucho masturbation
Santana and Blaine:
Compassion, to fashion, to passion
When it's new
Blaine:
To Sontag
Kurt:
To Sondheim
Tina, Quinn, Mercedes, and Rachel:
To anything taboo
Blaine and Puck:
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Cage
Blaine:
Lenny Bruce
Puck:
Langston Hughes
Santana:
To the stage
Mercedes:
To Uta
Blaine:
To Buddha
Rachel:
Pablo Neruda, too
Artie and Quinn:
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em
New Directions:
La vie Bohème
Santana pulled Brittany to her, and started to make out.
Finn:
Sisters?
Santana:
We're close
Brittany and Santana moved away, revealing Kurt and Blaine making out.
Kurt and Blaine:
Brothers!
Artie, Kurt, Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina:
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee-wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana
New Directions:
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame, never playing the Fame Game
Blaine:
To marijuana
New Directions:
To sodomy
It's between God and me
To S & M
Finn:
Waiter... Waiter... Waiter!
New Directions:
La vie Bohème
Blaine:
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner. Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which ain't never studied
Puck:
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days
Artie:
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
Puck picked up his guitar, before playing a few cords, and setting it down.
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"
Blaine:
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub
Kurt:
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist, including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. retro-reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words:
New Directions:
"Actual Reality - ACT UP - Fight AIDS!"
The group collapsed, laughing, as they finished. The Warblers applauded enthusiastically, as the New Directions mock bowed. "Do you do this all the time?" James asked, shocked.
Tina nodded. "You'll be surprised how quickly we can break out into song."
Suddenly, the bell rang, startling the whole group.
"I guess the time got away from us." Artie said, shrugging. "We'll see you all at glee rehearsal tonight."
Kurt hugged Blaine goodbye, and headed in the opposite direction, both boys having classes on the other side of the school from one another.
Kurt's afternoon classes flew by quickly, since he was excited for glee rehearsal after school. When the bell rang, singling the end of sixth hour, Kurt and Blaine hurried out of their history class, and headed towards the choir room. Since the two boys were so quick to get out of their class, they were the first ones there, but the room quickly filled up.
As usual, Mr. Schue was the last to arrive. "Wow, I haven't seen the choir room this full ever." He commented.
Finn nodded. "The last time it was this full, was when the football players were in here, before the championship game."
"At least the Warblers want to be here." Kurt quipped.
"So," Mr. Schue said, walking over to the board and writing friendship on it. "Since we have the Warblers here this week, our lesson will be about friendship. Pick a song that either reminds you of friendship, or talks about friendship. You can do a group number, duet, or solo."
"Wait." Wes said, confused. "Aren't you going to plan for Nationals?"
"Why would we plan for Nationals?" Puck asked confused. "That's a month away."
The Warblers looked at the New Directions in shock. "But, you need to have time to practice your songs for the biggest competition ever."
"Wes," Kurt said, turning to face the Head Warbler. "We won Sectionals last year with songs we came up with in a half an hour. I think the New Directions will be fine."
"So," Mr. Schue said, facing the group. "Every week we do a large group number in the auditorium at the end of the week. We need to chose the song and the solos."
"What about You're My Best Friend by Queen?" Finn suggested. "It's a classic and everyone knows it."
"Yeah, but it's old." Puck countered. "How about My Best Friend by Weezer? It has a good beat and is a lot newer."
"How about Lean on Me by Bill Withers?" David suggested.
"No." Rachel shook her head. "We did that one last year for Quinn and Finn, we aren't going to redo a song we already did. It was a good choice though."
The group continued to fire out ideas, including Wannabe by the Spice Girls, Clique by Kanye West, Jay Z, and Big Sean, and Count on Me by Bruno Mars. Mr. Schue wrote them all on the board as contenders.
Finally, Wes spoke up. "How about Just the Way You Are by Billy Joel? It's a good song and how about you shouldn't change for your friends."
Everyone smiled and nodded, and Mr. Schue circled it. "I will get sheet music for tomorrow, and we will pick soloists then."
After rehearsal that day, Kurt and Blaine walked out to Kurt's car, their hands swinging between them. "What did you think of rehearsal?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.
"I think it was very interesting. Though Wes' reaction was really funny." Blaine said, chuckling.
Kurt giggled. "Yeah, I was waiting for that reaction ever since Wes announced we were spending a week at McKinley."
"You devious person, you." Blaine said, smirking.
Kurt shrugged. "Can't I have a little bit of fun?"
The two jumped into Kurt's Navigator and headed home. That night, as Kurt lay in bed, curled up next to Blaine, he knew he was in for a very interesting week.
Songs Used:
La Vie Bohème: Cast of Rent
You're My Best Friend: Queen (mentioned)
My Best Friend: Weezer (mentioned)
Lean on Me: Bill Withers (mentioned)
Wannabe: Spice Girls (mentioned)
Clique: Kanye West, Jay Z, and Big Sean (mentioned)
Count on Me: Bruno Mars (mentioned)
Just the Way You Are: Billy Joel (mentioned)
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