Hey everyone, I decided that I needed to mix things up with my writing, I know that I have a few stories that I really should be working on but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a few days now so I decided to write it down and see where it goes. Now it's my first Glee fan fiction, and I know things are going to get mixed up, but if you have to correct me please to so kindly. I am watching the series for the first time on Netflix so I have only seen up to the middle of the third season. I am setting this story in the beginning of the second season because so far it's one of my favorites. Now please leave a review after you read, hope you enjoy! Oh! And I don't own anything other than Christopher and my other OCs.
Christopher was nervous, understandably so. He was transferring to a new school a day or so after it started. He was going to be away from all of his friends, and away from most of his family. He was sixteen, due to be seventeen in March, he was broad shouldered, thanks to the weightlifting he liked to do in his spare time or when he needed to work through his stress. He was maybe a little under average height, but not short enough to be teased endlessly about it, though it didn't stop people from teasing him for other things. Like the fact that he wore eyeliner, his ears were pierced, and he kept his hair styled so it hid his face.
He would admit that he wasn't bullied at his old school; actually he got along pretty well with most of the students. It did help that his older sisters, both graduated by now, were a bit intimidating. Not to mention the endless amount of older cousins he had that were always looking out for him.
Chris now sighed, he was glad that his dad was able to get his new job and all, but did it really have to be in Ohio? He was going to miss his best friends. Though one was a girl and one was a guy three years younger than him… okay he wasn't the most outgoing person in the world but his friends meant the world to him, they were the only ones that he confided his biggest secret… he told them everything. How was he supposed to do that now that he was in Ohio and they were in Iowa?
He looked into his bathroom mirror and smirked as he fixed his black and red streaked hair so that it partially covered his face. Before leaving he let his eyes wander to his clothes, nothing special really, black skinny jeans paired with a red shirt with a black skull on the front. He nodded at his reflection before leaving the bathroom that was connected to his basement bedroom. He quickly got on his black converse shoes before grabbing his messenger bag and heading up the stairs and into the kitchen. He kissed his mom goodbye before snatching a piece of toast and heading out the door, glad that they didn't live too far from his new school.
He got his phone out and since he also used it as an mp3 player, he scrolled through his playlist until he found one of his favorite songs, I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco. He sung lightly under his breath as he walked, nodding his head to the music as he made his way towards his new school.
As he approached the building he turned his music off and made sure that his cell was on vibrate as he glanced at the schedule that he received the day before after the school had let out.
As he glanced around the halls he rolled his eyes as he noticed the strange looks people were giving him, while others made sure to give him his space. Did he really look so intimidating? Or was it just because he was new?
The day wasn't as interesting as he was hoping it would be, classes were boring and he had yet to actually meet anyone. By the time lunch came around he wasn't too hopeful about making new friends on his first day of school. He was had gotten his tray and was currently looking around the tables outside, hoping there was a spare table to sit at when he decided to just sit off to the side on the stairs. As he started nibbling at his food a group of similarly dressed students came by with a boom box. He tilted his head as he watched them, recognized the song almost immediately. He grinned, nodding his head as he sang under his breath as he watched the impromptu performance, more than a few times catching the glance (or so he assumed as the guy was wearing sunglasses) of one of the guys, one that had brown hair styled up quite nicely.
At the end of the performance he started clapping, though when he noticed that no one else joined in he stopped, frowning at the lack of support these students had from the rest of the school. He wasn't used to that kind of behavior, his old school, while mostly focused on football, never out right ignored the other clubs. He started pushing his food around on his tray as he thought. He was in choir in his old school, and was even thinking about joining up here, but after seeing that he wasn't sure he wanted to join them, he wanted to fit in here, not get kicked to the side. He sighed as the bell rant, gathering his tray as he left to join in his afternoon classes.
It had been a few days and classes weren't as bad as he thought, he had realized (with a laugh) that the other students avoided him so much because they were afraid of him. He honestly wasn't a very violent person and was usually pretty nice, so the thought that he was scaring his classmates made him roll his eyes. He was grabbing his things from his locker after school when he noticed two of the guys from the choir group that preformed on his first day.
"Hey, I'm Finn Hudson, this is Kurt Hummel, and we noticed that you seemed pretty into our performance a few days ago."
Chris nodded as he closed his locker, glancing at the two again. While he had to almost crane his neck to look at Finn he was probably an inch or so shorter than Kurt, who seemed just as scared of Chris as the other students. He raised an eyebrow before returning his gaze to Finn. "I'm Chris Brandt, and yea what was up with that?"
They smiled, and Kurt seemed to relax a little when he noticed that Chris wasn't responding violently, and rolled his eyes. Chris blinked as he noticed what Kurt was wearing, he had a white collared shirt with a black tie, but over that was what appeared to be a woman's sweater that reached down to his knees. "Well as you may have noticed the rest of the school isn't exactly jumping at the chance to join our Glee Club, so we were trying to show them that we can do more than just old show tunes."
Chris nodded and started walking off, not surprised that the two started following after him. "Okay, that's great and all, but what exactly did you want from me?"
Chris turned to give Kurt a look, "Okay I will admit that the thought has crossed my mind, but I know how the rest of the school ignores you guys and I don't need to give this school any ammo okay? I'm going to have enough trouble fitting in as it is." He sighed, rushing out of the school as she took out his phone and ear buds.
He jumped when he felt a hand grab at his arm. When he turned his head he saw Kurt standing beside him nervously. "Chris… I know that joining Glee might not be the most popular choice… but if finding a group of people to fit in with… to be friends with is what you want, then try out…" Chris stopped; glancing at Kurt again he noticed that he seemed earnest.
"What… is that really how you feel about your Club?" Chris kept walking as Kurt followed after him as they cross the parking lot.
"It's… not just a club. I have big plans… and everyone there accepts me. I don't get that from anyone else at this school."
Chris frowned, pausing as he reached the road. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't people accept you here?"
Kurt laughed, bringing a hand up to absently fix his hair. "It's nice that you don't know… something new. But people in this school… particularly most of the jocks, they don't like gay people." Chris froze, shaking his head as he started walking again.
"Look, I have no problems with it… I just… just leave me alone… please?"
Kurt frowned, before he got this look in his eye, he brought a hand up to his mouth. "Oh my… y… you. Are you G-"
Chris covered Kurt's mouth with his hand, shushing the other boy. "Don't! I… I can't go through that okay?"
Kurt nodded. "I know what it's like you know… I didn't come out till last year. Look, if you ever need someone to talk to…" Chris nodded, running a hand through his hair.
"Sorry Kurt I… have thought about 'coming out' here… new place new slate… I'm just not ready…"
Kurt smiled. "Here, I'll give you my number okay? Then if you have any questions or just want to talk, we can." He grabbed Chris' phone and fiddled with it for a little before handing it back, smiling. "And if you change your mind about auditioning for Glee… meet us in the auditorium tomorrow after school. There's a girl that is going to sing too… sorry for keeping you, but we really need new members." Kurt turned back towards the school, leaving Chris with his thoughts.
Well that's it for now, please leave a review and we shall see what comes next shall we?