A/N: HELLO! :D I AM SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME AGES TO UPDATE! But thank you so much for the reviews! :) It really means a lot to me that some people actually took the time to feed back :D I'm sorry if this story isn't very good or you're not happy with it or anything, I'm kinda a bad writer but I just post it anyway :P Oh and I'm English so I'll use classes we do in England :) eg. Maths instead of just Math :P Although I have put Gym class instead of P.E :P BUT SRSLY GUYS IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW (why is that in caps idek) or send me an ask on my tumblr (itsnotyouitstheworldyoulivein) :) god that sounds hipster! :P It's not trust me :P RIGHT! On the story :D Sorry :3 ENJOY :D
It was second period and Kurt had just arrived in his complimentary Chevrolet Sue had gotten him. He parked it in the middle of the car park knowing that no one would even dare lay a finger on it out of the fear that they would get burned by Kurt's vicious stare. He locked the car as he walked into the building, checking he had his phone and hairspray and proceeded into the hell hole they call high school. He didn't bother with first lesson as he had Maths.
He hated Maths.
Everyone hated Maths, the algebra and the stupid equation solving that Kurt paid someone to do, but the only one that actually liked Maths was The Gay With The A. Typical. Blaine Anderson - the Nerdiest little loser that ever lived didn't mind running around after Mrs Marshal like her bitch, sharpening her pencils and setting a good example. Thankfully he didn't have to sit next to Blaine, but he had to put up with Stanley.
Stanley was apart of the jock block. He was the most ignorant piece of man candy that had ever walked the face of the earth and was even more of a bitch then he was! He had the most amazing lips that could do a million things to someone and his muscles were just another distraction. And here's the killer – he's gay. Like Kurt. Like Blaine. But Stanley had eyes for no one at the moment. All he cared about was football and his reputation. That was the main thing after all right?
Kurt headed to the girls bathroom to do his hair and check himself out a little. He was sure his hair didn't look the same as when he left the house and he needed it to look perfect for his strut down the corridor he would do when the bell went. He did it everyday, showing off his amazingness and flaunting to the nerds how he did nothing but look flawless to become so powerful. Until he realised he was missing French. Damn! He couldn't miss any more French classes as he was already miles and miles behind! He had enough knowledge in the other classes to scrape a pass in his exams but not French. He needed to go. But how could he turn up half the lesson and look like a nerd wanting to go to lesson? He would be laughed at by all the cheerios!
Wait, he was Kurt freakin' Hummel! He didn't got laughed at! He didn't get scared of anything! He didn't need to be, he was Kurt Hummel, the 'may as well be head' cheerleader. So he turned his strut on and strolled into French class where he effortlessly gained presence and had the attention of everybody.
"So Mr... urm...Mr..."
"Mr James" a random student from the front row added
"Yeah Mr James, I need a place to sit and I need one as far away from the window as possible so my hair stays in tact. Oh and also I expect everyone around me to be at least popular or pretty enough to look at so... Maybe where this guy is sitting?"
Kurt moved himself closer to where he wanted to sit and stood next to the student who was obviously obligated to move.
"Oh you meant me? Yeah no that's not gonna happen."
"Yes it is. Now move."
"Urm... No."
"I'm sorry what? I couldn't hear you over the twittering of the annoying gerbil making noises."
"I said, I'm not moving. Why should I?"
"Is this guy serious?" He looked as Santana who was looking with sheer hatred at the student and was ready to go all 'Lima Heights' on him. "I told you to move, you will do it. That's how it goes around here. Now move your sorry ass before I"
"You know what? I'm not taking any crap off you and I don't want to disrupt anyone else's learning so I'm just gonna move." And at that, Blaine picked up his bagand his books, and moved. He knew Kurt thought he had given up, but really he couldn't be bothered fighting in French class – although he had about a million comebacks in his head to throw at him.
Quinn was sat on the other side of the classroom. She had French with Kurt too, in fact most of their lessons were shared with each other, but she never talked to anybody, ever. She just concentrated and got on with lessons. She didn't want to create an potential obstacles that might get in the was of her popularity, but she always observed everything.
Things to embarrass people with, things to manipulate people with, or just something to make sly comments about; but today all she could think about was what to do about Kurt and his damn power. He pranced around with his perfectly shaped ass and his incredibly shaped eyebrows. She had an amazing ass too, right?
She was getting more and more insecure about everything which was not a good thing at all. She felt like all she ever thought about was staying on top, maybe it was – but she had more going for her than the rest of the losers in this town. To become a winner, you need to begin as a winner. But she was slowly losing her winning streak. She needed to stay where she was, she needed that crown! But wait, what was that she just saw? Was that Kurt, blushing! No it can't be, Kurt Hummel would never ever blush about anything. Not that Quinn knew of anyway. But she saw something when Blaine moved seats, something very unusual. Was she processing things right? Or was she just seeing things? Kurt was staring at Blaine's ass! Holy hell! She knew that look – and that was the look of guilt plastered all over that nine year old face of his. Yes she had the dirt – and now she just needed the right time to dish it.
As the bell went to signal the end of French class Kurt left the class room before anyone could say a word to him. He was quite proud of himself for actually making his way to school but now he wishes he just skipped French. He could just use Google translate on his phone in the French exams and if told to put it away he could just say it was discrimination because he was gay. Kurt recalled an Indian student doing that once, even though she was an American citizen. She got A's in every exam she did because she brought in the answers , pretty clever if you asked Kurt.
As he now had a free period Kurt decided to just escape to the library in a corner and think about what had just happened. Kurt freakin' Hummel was near enough head of the Cheerios and he had just had a nerd answer back as him! What the hell was that! But what Kurt was worried about the most was if anyone noticed. Did they see his checking out Blaine? Wow that sounded weird. Just saying the words in his head let alone out load sounded so unrealistic! Blaine may have been a complete loser but damn he had a body!
Kurt would be lying if he said he didn't notice how toned Blaine was before. How his chest muscles would just steal Kurt's eyes away from anything they were previously looking at, and how they would become more visible when wearing a fitted shirt. And how his arm muscles tensed up when he wrote things down. Blaine was sort of the perfect crush! He was smart, could sing from what he heard at the pep assemblies, was wildly good looking and had the most amazing eyes.
Kurt could just stare at them all day. Be put in a trance. They were memorising. Kurt had only ever really seen Blaine's eyes on one occasion in freshman year when Kurt wasn't a cheerio and Blaine wasn't a nerd. They were in the same biology class and they were told to go together as partners for an experiment. It was only for one lesson, but they had both been known as the out gay kids of the school, which wasn't a problem but was slightly awkward for the pair. But Blaine, being foolish, got something in his eye and Kurt checked if it was okay. That was when he saw the sparkling hazel eyes staring at him. They reflected the light in such a way that Kurt had to hide how blown away he was, how his eyes changed colour from light brown to a greeny colour. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, beauty radiated from the smaller boy's glistening eyes. He was such a goober back then when their labels didn't matter as much, his clumsiness was almost charming and it made him adorable – wait what was Kurt thinking? What was he doing? He needed to stop thinking like this! If he wanted to stay on top and not lose focus on what he wanted, he needed to forget about him.
He considered where he should stay in the library any longer, it might look like he was studying, which wasn't what Kurt Hummel did. He only ever went in there to throw trash at people or use the computers so he came to the conclusion to leave. He walked out the library with his head held high and was heading for the gym where he normally hung out with Santana to practice new routines or just to generally bitch about people when he was confronted by one Quinn Frabray.
She walked ever so calmly up to him, and then rapidly slammed him against the lockers. "Now here's the deal Hummel, you're popular, you've got some juice at this school, and you seem to walk these halls like you own them. But you don't. If you didn't know, I am head cheerleader, I'm the one who keeps this damn school together and I'm the one who actually rules this school so you can stop acting like queen bee and take off those your fairy wings of your and start acting like a normal person because if not, you know I have Miss Sylvester wrapped around my finger and I can make her kick you off the cheerios for good. We clear?"
Kurt just stared at her, not responding with any answer, knowing that Quinn would take that as a yes. He didn't show any emotion at all. Although inside his shell he was pretty sure he just crapped his pants, damn Quinn and her scary side.
"Good" she added, giving Kurt one of the most menacing look that suddenly changed into an innocent one. She switched from complete utter bitch Quinn, to sweet and perfect Quinn with such ease,then again she was good at doing that as Kurt had witnessed before when she threatened people. Now he knew why she was head cheerleader, she was a total bitch. 'Oh and one last thing, try not to stare at Anderson's ass too much will you?"
I know! It's such a bad ending and it was so so predictable and everything I do is rubbish! But was it really that bad! PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME PLEASE! I love off them, and I have half term so I shall try and update quickly because I'm that nice :P Oh and feel free to correct my grammar I'm kinda stupid like that, I actually need a beta for this story :P NOW SORRY FOR RAMBLING AGAIN BUT PLEASE REVIEW AND FAVOURITE AND ALL THAT JAZZ AND I SHALL WRITE FOR YOU SOON (hopefully :P) B'bye! :)
