A/N: And so it begins... Now the characters are being thrown together. Let the fun and drama commence!

Chapter 5:

"And So It Begins"

Kurt got out of his car after he parked it in the car park of McKinley. He was humming "Defying Gravity" to himself, strutting along to the front of the school. There was still about fifteen minutes to classes so the grounds were quite quite and empty. He was dressed in clingy pale purple v-neck t-shirt, black tight skinny jeans, grey Dr Martens and a black beanie hat. He was clutching his shoulder bag which was draped over his shoulder close to his body walking with his head up high and his famous "Kurt swagger".

"Hey Kurtie!" a familiar voice broke him out of his confident stride. He stopped and looked to the left, where the voice seemed to be coming from, and set eyes upon his boyfriend. Chandler was waving at him with a huge smile on his face nearly bouncing up and down. Kurt had told him about the soul mate thing the night before and Chandler didn't seem at all moody or upset. He was just his normal, happy, excited self. The same as he is this morning. Kurt began walking again but this time towards his lover, picking up the pace, waving back. Chandler was running towards him with a goofy grin on his face, still waving. They met in the middle and Chandler lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his boyfriends neck, pulling him into a close and tight hug. Luckily for them, there were no jocks around since there was a before-school-football-practice thing going on and they were the only ones who would dare to throw people into the dumpsters, so they wouldn't get punished for showing affection or for being "homos". After a few beats, Kurt hugged Chandler back, giggling quite softly and breathing in Chandler's sweet cologne. He was happy he hadn't lost him. Normally he wouldn't let people touch him. He was the only exception.

"Chandler." Kurt greeted in reply to his boyfriend's hello. He grinned with content and pulled out of the hug, looking at his boyfriend in the eyes. "I missed you." He added sweetly.
"I missed you too, Kurtie-pie." Chandler responded, tapping Kurt's nose with his index finger lightly before copying Kurt's giggle. The dirty blond haired boy grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled the brunette over to where he was sitting on the wall previously. He handed Kurt a cup of grande non-fat mocha from the Lima Bean. "I got this for you." Kurt smiled gratefully and accepted the cup with his free hand. It was still piping hot.
"Aww, you know my coffee order?" Kurt asked and took his first sip. It was heavenly.
"Well duh." Chandler said in return, smirking which made Kurt giggle even more. He was now sipping from his own with his own free hand. They sat down, not letting go of each other. They sat in a comfortable silence for about a minute.
"Are you ready for the new year, hun?" The blond inquired, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Another year of homophobes, small minded jocks, being slammed into lockers and slushies. Can't wait!"
"Come on babe, don't think of it that way. Just remember that they are going to be working for you some day. You can get revenge then."
Kurt pondered that thought for a moment. Oh if that could someday happen, he would definitely seize all opportunities to make them pay. He'd be the boss from hell. Now that sounds like fun. "I'd make them wear horrendous uniforms... Striped shirts with polka dot pants and bright yellow shoes..." Kurt thought to himself. "Ooh, ooh, and maybe a pink tie! I can definitely- oh wait, he's still talking." He was disturbed when he noticed Chandler was still talking to him.
"... his name's Sebastian or something."
"Sorry, what?" The glasz eyed boy asked, leaning forward slightly and blinking repeatedly trying to look innocent.
"New kid in our class. His name's Sebastian. He's going to be with us in a few subjects this year." He replied.
"Oh. Right. Cool." He swirled the last bit of coffee in his cup around before finishing it. He threw it into a near by trash can and sat down once again on the wall next to Chandler. Their hands interlaced and they began talking once again.

Sebastian had to be escorted into school by his mom because, as usual, his dad didn't trust him. He was slumped in the front passenger seat of his mom's car. His feet were pressed up against the dash board, his ass at the edge of the seat and he had arranged his seat belt so the bottom part was around his waist, but the strap that was supposed to cross the top half of his body was behind him. Once again, he was listening to his music which was drowning out his mother's pointless words. He knew what they were. She gave him the same speech every single damn time. The "don't get kicked out or into trouble on your first day" speech. It came to the point where Sebastian almost wanted to punch her and scream at her for saying it yet again. He wasn't a kid any more. He was eighteen for crying out loud, yet he was being treated like a toddler. As the car finally parked outside the school, he immediately shoved his iPod into his bag and dashed out the door, ignoring his mother's comments, he walked away. His mother got out of the car too and called over to him. "Sebbie, behave for once!" The only response she got was her son still walking away flipping her the middle finger as he walked. The brunette boy pushed through the crowd.

A few minutes later, Sebastian had found a few people he actually new - sort of. They were either people he met who were friends of those he knew back in his old school, or just knew him from stories or seeing him around the city. He was quite known for his reputation already since the word was getting out that he had gotten expelled from Dalton. Dalton was known for being very strict and could sort boys like Sebastian out no problem. They massively failed with him though.

"What you did, man... It was epic." Wes praised him as he hit him playfully on the arm.
"Well thank you, Wes, but I must say, I couldn't have done it without my good ol' friend Jeff." He glanced over at another boy, Nick, who was smiling proudly. Nick was Jeff's boyfriend of three months. Sebastian was quite surprised. Jeff was known for being quite a slutty person. From one guy to another. This was the longest relationship he had seen Jeff in. He kind of missed having his wing man at the clubs though.
"What can I say? My little teddy bear is a master with a match." Nick chimed in gleefully. Okay, now Seb wanted to throw up.
"Drop the gay face lover boy act before I hurl." This earned a chuckle or two from the group and a pout-ish face from Nick.

He was pretty sure Nick had just replied to his remark but his attention was else where right now. He scanned through the sea of fellow students. He wasn't used to seeing people look so individual. Students at Dalton had to wear matching uniforms but here people were free to wear whatever their wanted. Sebastian always went for clothes that showed off his body. Today he chose a short sleeved white t-shirt and red jeans accompanied by some black converses. His arm muscles were perfectly showcased and so were his abs. His eyes landed upon a certain boy by the wall many feet away from where he and his group were standing. The boy was unusual to say the least. Sebastian noticed this boy's fashion sense. "God, he's just teasing people with those jeans. They compliment his gorgeous ass perfectly. And those legs. Oh man, those long, long legs. That pure white skin. If I could just lick..." He was snapped out of it by a punch in the arm. Wes. Apparently he was drooling slightly. No surprise, that boy was sex on legs. He seemed to be getting quite friendly with the other kid he was with, but who cares? Sebastian was going to make that sex kitten his. No matter what.

Blaine was already sat in his classroom. He was told he should come in early, set his classroom up and get settled into his new surroundings, then go and see Principal Figgins. He had a meeting with the principal in two minutes since he didn't have any classes this morning. Blaine was sat at his wooden desk that was placed at the front of the classroom in front of the whiteboard. On it lay necessary things for his classes: His laptop, pen, notebook, textbooks and teacher planners as well as other things. He liked to be a tidy person so he spent the last few moments just scanning the classroom to search for imperfections. He couldn't find any. The classroom looked abandoned and (surprisingly) quite sterile. He stared at the clock on the wall. Deciding it would be best to make a good impression and not be late, Blaine left his classroom and headed straight to Principal Figgins' office. He was allowed in as soon as he arrived there.

"Ah! Mr Anders, please have a seat." Principal Figgins gestured towards one of the chairs that was in front of his desk. His office did look quite fancy, but the clear glass wall that was behind Blaine ruined it. The noise and view was distracting. Blaine sat down and smiled warmly.
"Principal Figgins." He nodded his head.
"So Mr Anders, are you ready for your first day here at McKinley?" Figgins asked, entwining his own fingers together and placing his joined hands on the desk in front of him, returning his smile.
"Sure. I'm a little nervous I suppose but it's a good nervous. I just want the students to like me..." Blaine replied.
"I understand. But I've looked at your references and you're a good teacher, Mr Anders. These children need all the help they can get. Only last Friday at the football game they tried to spell out "GO TEAM" and they spelled out "TO GAME". I know you're not an English teacher but still... Every little helps."
Blaine's mouth formed the shape of an 'O'. There was an awkward silence for about a minute. Blaine raised his eyebrows and sighed. "So... Would there be anything else?" He asked.
"Nope. I just wanted to make sure you were all right on your first day. Go Titans!" Figgins replied, throwing a fist half way in the air celebrating. Blaine just lifted himself off of the chair, nodding and left.

He had this weird feeling that today wasn't going to be all right.

A/N: I know I sort of stole a quote from the show, which I don't own, but I couldn't personally think of anything that Figgins would say in that situation. I know, I'm dumb. *Sad face*. Thanks for reading though! Please review! :)