Hello! Welcome to the second chapter lovies!

A few quick notes!

I know that the title is "The End of the Beginning" and the phrase usually goes "The Beginning of the End" in most cases. I am fully aware of this! I found it a fun play on the phrase and I felt as if it fit the story well :)

Second, I have so many ideas for this fanfic, but they all seem to fall in a few chapters away! If you have any ideas for a (probably filler) chapter, don't be afraid to DM me on Insta. or on here!

I'll stop talking so you can read. Enjoy!

I don't own Glee or any of the characters.

Chapter Two

Walking into glee club was literal hell for Kurt Hummel. The room was full of shouting and arguing members, pointed fingers, and shrieks and shrill cries of anger and disgust. At first, he didn't understand the problem, until he saw Mercedes and Tina desperately holding Rachel back as she swung at Finn, who looked guilty from behind the hands he had held up to protect his face from Rachel's frantic punches.

"Woah, woah, woah, Rachel, what's-" Kurt began, running towards Rachel and pulling her backwards. She stopped attacking the air and took a deep breath, rubbing her temple.

"Finn wants to quit glee club because he saw us get slushied," she growled, glaring at Finn.

"What?!" Kurt couldn't believe it. Finn always talked about how great of a time he was having in glee club. He was basking in the glory of the stage. Plus, even Kurt had to admit that he was the most fit male lead.

"It kind of freaked me out a bit," Finn explained cautiously, watching Rachel. The shorter girl's brow furrowed, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "If the football team sees me getting slushied, I'm dead. It's hard enough to be the 'cool guy' when I'm in glee club."

"You're not the 'cool guy' at all!" Rachel shrieked. "You've lost Quinn. You're no longer the 'it' couple, Finn," she snarled. Finn sighed, averting her gaze. "Blaine is dating Santana. They're the talk of the school. You're out of the spotlight! I don't see what you have to lose!"

"You don't, because you're in glee club!" Finn shouted back, his guilty face washed away.

"You're in glee too, Finn! God, you're so-"

"Rachel!" Kurt said, silencing the two. "Of course, we don't want Finn to leave the club," he explained carefully, making sure the both of them were calm before he continued. "-but Finn has every right to leave if he wants to. Hell, you left like, three times during our sophomore year of glee. For that musical that never happened, right?"

Rachel looked down at her feet, a slight smile creeping across her face. She nodded.

"That stupid musical," she whispered. "I would've been great in that, if it wasn't all a scam."

"Alright, now, apologize, you two."

Finn and Rachel looked at each other at the same time. They held each other's gazes before nodding and mumbling "I'm sorry" in unison. Kurt nodded approvingly, ushering Rachel back to her seat in the front. Mercedes and Tina both sighed of relief and patted Kurt on the back.

"Good job, Kurt," Mercedes whispered to him as she sat down again. Tina simply nodded.

Finn stopped on his way back to his seat in front of Kurt. Though Finn was significantly taller, their high difference was not as bad as it was for some of the other members, such as Rachel.

"Thanks, bro," Finn said quietly, looking at Rachel for a moment.

"Anytime," Kurt replied, nodding in response. If he got slushied and had to break up a fight within the span of a week, the following days were not going to be pretty.

Blaine thought that after the great slushie attack, he would be free to go along with his usual activities. Go to class, sit with the Cheerios at lunch, stop by Santana's locker to get her usual, "I'm fine" response to his questioning, and go to Cheerios practice. However, the look of disappointment and saddness on Kurt Hummel's face never left him. Neither did Quinn.

After a few days of avoiding her, Quinn finally approached him on his way to Algebra. Her eyes were narrowed as she stood in front of Blaine, her hands on her waist. Her queen bee stance. Good going, Blaine, he told himself. You've avoided her so long that now she's pissed.

"Blaine." Quinn said. She didn't sound angry, but Blaine could tell that she was definetely not happy. "A little birdy told me that you didn't get the chance to throw your slushie at the glee club during the perfect plan I had devised," she said. Blaine shrugged.

"So what, Quinn? There was enough going on-"

"I'm not finished, Blaine," she snapped, pointing at him. Her finger followed him as he backed into the lockers. Soon, she was standing in front of him as his back was pressed against the locker. Yep. Quinn Fabray was not happy.

"Another little birdy told me that Hummel is staying after school to practice his singing or whatever," she explained. "You will slushie him."

"Alone?" Blaine breathed. He couldn't stand the smell of Quinn's perfume around him. The overwhelming scent of something floral made him want to gag.

"No, silly. I'll be there too. I know you have a track record of chickening out." She grinned that evil, Queen Bitch smile. "You with me, or not?"

"I, uh-"

"Good. Meet me at this exact spot at three fifty-five exactly. He's leaving at four." With that, Quinn whipped around and walked down the hall, her ponytail swaying behind her. Someone jumped out of her way as she turned the corner. He wasn't the only one who didn't appreciate Quinn's mood today.

Blaine Anderson was a dead man walking.

Kurt, sighing, walked into English class. Mrs. Walkers was scribbling on the chalkboard, her hand moving frantically, as always. He enjoyed having something he knew would be the same every day. However, little did he know that was about to change.

"Mr. Hummel, wonderful," she said dully. "Come here."

Kurt, confused, shuffled towards the desk. The students in the class didn't seem to notice the abnormality. The students of McKinley are so braindead that they could be hit by a train and probably not notice, Kurt thought. He watched Mrs. Walkers slowly scribble on a sticky note and thrust it into his hand.

"You're being transferred to Mr. Benning's class, Hummel," she said. The tone of her voice was bland, as if she were bored of the encounter with a student. Kurt looked at the note in disgust.

"But-" he paused, looking up. There was no reason to transfer him. His grades were perfect, he paid attention, and his work was always turned in on time. "- why?" The note was written in the sloppy handwriting he had seen on the chalkboard every day for that entire year. It was familiar; it was safe. Why did it have to change now? Why was everything changing now?

"Something about class size decreasing?" the woman said, shrugging. "Listen, Mr. Hummel, I don't make the rules. Now, please get to class before Mr. Benning comes down here and finds you himself." She looked down at a book on her desk before shooing Kurt out the door.

He dragged his feet down the hallway. He would normally be fine with changing classes. He was changed from one bio class to another just last year; this process wasn't new to him. McKinley was one of the most messed-up schools he had ever known. Of course they would decide to randomly change students from class to class. Principal Figgins was about as decisive as a kid in a candy store.

As he walked, Kurt noticed other students with brightly-colored sticky notes walking through the halls as well. Great, he told himself. The entire school is being affected by this utterly shitty idea-

Kurt paused his thoughts as he approached a door. It was the right room number; he made sure to check and double-check the note Mrs. Walkers had written. All he had to do was walk in.

Kurt groaned and twisted the door handle, stepping inside. Immediately, all heads turned to face him. They inspected Kurt's every movement as he stalled by the door. It took a minute for the teacher to notice him standing at the door. Mr. Bennings, Kurt reminded himself. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.

"I-I'm Kurt H-Hummel," he started, silently cursing himself for his nervous behavior.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Hummel!" he said, as if he was just now remembering that a student was moving classes. As if he just now realized that the student standing in the door was learning from him. Kurt had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the unprepared educator.

"Well, uh-" he looked around slowly. The class was still, their eyes fixed on Kurt. He forced himself to not look at the group of students who were probably judging him right now.

"There's a seat right there."

Kurt followed Mr. Benning's finger to where it pointed. The desk was occupied on one side, yet the other was completely empty. He looked at the other student. They were wearing a Cheerios uniform, which made Kurt squirm uncomfortably. A Cheerio who probably slushied him before. He looked up at the face, and almost gasped out loud. Of course Kurt was seated right beside Blaine Anderson.

He made no effort to rush towards the seat. Mr. Benning, however, just returned to the front of the class and began rambling on about some sort of ancient literature. Kurt silently slipped into his seat and took a breath as he noticed Blaine looking at him. It took all of his self control to not leap out of the seat and run out of the classroom. He didn't know how he managed to restrain himself. Of course it was Blaine Anderson. Of course it was.

Blaine couldn't breathe when Kurt sat next to him. There was a suffocating feeling in his chest, as if were squeezing the lift out of him. He couldn't manage to even look at the other boy as he sat there, idling reading the book before him. He couldn't stand the thought that soon, in just a few hours, he would be drenched with slushie. A slushie he had thrown. The feeling ate him up inside. He just wanted to disappear.

"Tomorrow we're starting a project with your seat partners," Mr. Benning announced after a while. This seemed to snap Kurt out of his trance, and instead, putting a mortified expression on his face. Blaine noticed this from the corner of his eye and his heart dropped. "Make sure you understand the material, because this project is worth thirty percent of this semester's grade." He stopped, and as the class began chatting, he looked at Kurt. "I understand that you just joined us, but from what Mrs. Walkers has told me, you were covering this literature as well. You should be fine." He nodded to himself and sunk down into the chair before his desk.

Blaine watched Kurt nod at Mr. Benning. His back was stiff as he listened. Blaine knew Kurt didn't want to work with him. Not after what he had done to the glee club. It was obvious from the way his blue eyes avoided his gaze. Those blue eyes truly were captivating. It would be quite awkward to stare, he reminded himself, so he looked away, sighing.

The sigh must've got Kurt's attention, because he turned to Blaine expentantly. He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms across his chest. Blaine looked down at the desk.

"I- uh, so we should probably-" he began slowly.

"We shouldn't anything. The project is tomorrow," Kurt snapped immediately, narrowing his eyes. "Just…" he sighed, rubbing his temple. "Please make sure you've read the material, alright? I want a good grade on this."

"I do too, don't worry," Blaine said quietly. Kurt nodded.

"Good." He began to read his book again. Blaine's eyes kept flicking to Kurt's face. His blue eyes scanned over the page, glistening with delight whenever he read a line he liked. A small smile tugged at the corner of Blaine's mouth. He was never really this close with anyone in a long time. Even him and Santana kept their distance.

Once the bell rang and they left the class, all desire to smile was wiped out of him. Quinn Fabray stood before him, a mischevious smile on her face.

"Remember the plan, Shortie," she whispered, gesturing to Kurt and walking away. She swayed her hips as she walked down the hallway, earning numerous stares from guys at their lockers, as well as angry gasps from the girlfriends of those guys. Blaine rolled his eyes. Quinn got what she wanted. He knew not to cross her.

Her slushie plan would be the death of him.

Waiting outside of the choir room was some sort of cruel-yet-blessed experience. Blaine had never heard anyone sing besides Rachel Berry, who would sing all the time, no matter what she was doing. Listening to Kurt sing was a different story.

Without Quinn hovering over his shoulder (she was fetching a Big Gulp) he could truly hear his voice in the silence. Kurt's voice was so delicate and sweet, yet somehow powerful at the same time. His voice radiated emotion and heart as he sang a medley of broadway songs. However, the song that ended the medley caught his attention most. Defying Gravity from Wicked. Blaine wasn't personally connected with the musical, though when he heard Kurt's final note in the song, he was captivated. Kurt hit the high F at the end of the song with ease and grace. From outside, Blaine heard a muffled "yes!" after the music stopped playing.

Suddenly, Quinn was forcing the cup into his hands. The outsides were cold from the drink on the inside. Blaine couldn't imagine the torture of being hit in the face with the freezing ice that was piled high inside of the cup. Something inside Blaine was begging him to stop, to drop the cup and run as fast as he could away from McKinley. As fast as he could away from it all.

"Why him?" Blaine asked Quinn softly after a moment. The sound of shifting chairs and quiet murmuring filled the choir room as the two waited outside. Quinn merely laughed and gestured to the door.

"He's an easy target. He gets all hot and bothered whenever he gets slushied. He doesn't even try to stop it." Quinn paused, listening for Kurt inside. The click of his shoes got louder. "Unlike Rachel," Quinn added angerily. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Get ready, Blaine. Don't chicken out. Show me why you're at the top of the pyramid with us. Prove to me why you deserve to be a Cheerio," Quinn whispered. Her breath on Blaine's neck made him uncomfortable. Again, her perfume was overwhelmingly strong. Did all girls smell so… over the top?

He didn't want to prove anything. He didn't want to be at the top of the Cheerios pyramid with Santana and Quinn. He didn't want to have all this pressure on him. The social rankings of McKinley did, and he couldn't argue with his fate. Or could he? Everything was a blur of fear and guilt as the door handle twisted and Kurt Hummel walked out of the door.

"Now!" Quinn whispered, urging Blaine. He took a deep breath, throwing the slushie at his target.

"Shit!" Kurt yelped as the slushie hit his face. It wasn't as intense as the last ambush, Blaine noticed, but as he opened his eyes and saw his attacker, he realized that it would be just as bad. Kurt's eyes were wide as he looked between Blaine, with an empty Big Gulp in his hand, and Quinn, who had a satisfied grin on her face.

"I'll leave you to it!" Quinn chirped before hurrying away, cackling.

Kurt stood in the red puddle of slush, staring at Blaine. Blaine looked at his feet. He knew he messed up. He knew this wasn't what he wanted to do. What about Santana? Santana would do this if she got the chance. Santana wouldn't have to do whatever this was. She went along with the plans. She valued her spot in the McKinley royalty. She wouldn't have to prove her worth.

"I-I, uh, brought y-you a t-towel," Blaine said quietly, revealing the same red towel from before. It was obviously cleaned and washed, folded nicely as it rested in his hand.

Blaine watched Kurt look at the towel for a moment before turning on his heel and walking away. The guilty feeling Blaine had been carrying intensified as he looked at the red footprints that marked Kurt's trail. A small paper fluttering around the corner caught his attention. He rushed over to take a look at it. It landed in one of the red footprints. The paper was actually two, which seemed to be a small sticky note torn in half.

Meet up w/ Blaine to work on project

Blaine's heart sank.

Gasp! Angst! Dramaaaaa!

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