Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Aww, thanks guys so much for reading and reviewing (though I wish I had more *hint, hint, wink, wink for his chapter* I was gonna upload this tomorrow, but since I got so many alerts and stuff, I decided to go ahead and do it today. This chapter really is more of a continuation of the previous one. I'm starting to think I need to come up with some sort of central conflict relating to Reeves so that he has a point in having his own story...sigh. Oh well, next chapter! Yeah, I forgot, there's some strong language in this. He drops the f-bomb once or twice. Kurt also appears in this chapter. Sorry if he may seem a little bit OOC, I tried my best.

Episode 1-Part 2

Here's what you missed on Glee: So the new kid Reeves joined the club. He audition and wows everyone with green day then he has to go sit next to Brittany. She thinks he's a mermaid, but he says he isn't. Who is he really, and what' s his deal?

"No Brittany, sweetie, I'm not a mermaid."

"Mermaids have blue hair though."

I sighed. "My hair is blonde. I dyed it blue."

"You killed your hair? Why?" She got a look of complete horror on her face.

"I─ never mind." It wasn't worth it. It simply wasn't worth it.

-Bomp!-

Later that day...

"Locker time, locker time! It's time to get my books." I sang softly to myself. I was in a rather good mood today. Glee club went well, surprisingly Brittany and I hit it off (she may be crazy, but she's freaking awesome!), and I only got detention in two of my classes! Usually by now I would have racked up five or six (I have trouble 'dealing with authority'. The man just wants to keep my down). Today's gonna be a good day kid.

I stuck my uke in the locker and slammed the door closed. I had no real reason to slam it, but hey, I do what I want when I want. I turned to go to my next class when I saw them. The Jaws theme song began to play in my head when they turned the corner towards me— The Jocks: more specifically Karofsky and Azimio− slushies in hand. I've seen the damage those slushies can do, and I for one, do not want to get this otherworldly body sticky.

Okay, fight or flight? Fight or flight? Fight or flight—flight. Crap! I turned around to run, but there were too many people. I'd never make it in time. So, fight.

They were right there. I saw Karofsky's hand come back, then time seemed to slow down. The slushie was coming at me, but I dodged it, and it flew over my shoulder. That was some Matrix shit right there! I was laughing at their shocked faces.

"Can't touch me mother fuckers! I rule this shi—" I was cut zing, by a freezing, bright red slushie to the face.

"Welcome to glee club sucker!"Azimio laughed and high fived Karofsky, then they walked away.

I pulled at my sweater that stuck uncomfortably to my neck. Hopefully my shirt was unharmed.

"Red slushies are the worst." A voice from behind me said. I recognized him from glee, though I never quite got his name.

"I bet, uh..."

"Oh," His blue-green (were they blue, or where they green? Mysterious mysteries!) eyes widened slightly. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I never formally got to introduce myself since Rachel pounced on you like the rabid dog she is the second you came through the door."

Meow! Kitty's got claws. He gave an awkward little laugh that was honestly kind of cute.

"Well, I would shake your hand, Kurt, but I'm kinda covered in slushie right now."

"Lets get you cleaned up then." He grabbed me by the elbow of my sweater and led me to the nearest boys bathroom then pushed me down into the chair he had dragged next to the sink.

"Um, why is there a chair in here?"

Kurt shuddered. "You don't want to know."

Ok...kinky things going on in this bathroom.

"Take the sweater off." He ordered, and turned the water on.

"Ah ha! You wanna admire my Greek god like body."

The look he gave me was a cross between a smile and 'bitch please'. I took off the sweater, and luckily my shirt wasn't ruined, or my pants. God I would have died if I had gotten anything on them. The jacket and shirt were just plain black, but the pants were black with various buckles and loops on them. My hair though, sigh, slushie central.

"Lean back into the sink." I did as I was told and he started to work the drink out of my hair. It felt surprisingly relaxing.

"So are you new here?"

"Eh, sorta. I was here last year for my first semester of freshman year, but then my family and I moved, and now we're back for good."

He made a soft 'hmm-ing' noise, then he gasped softly.

"What is it?"

"Your color's coming out!"

I laughed. "I don't use an actual dye. Just a rinse. Can't have my heavenly locks falling out, can I?"

I could tell he was trying to hold back his own laughter. "Oh Ga Ga, you are such a narcissus."

Oh Ga Ga? Well that's something new. The final bell rang, and I nearly jumped up, but Kurt didn't seem worried at all.

"Aren't we gonna be late?"

"I have free period now."

"But I don't!"

"That's not my problem, now is it?"

I was shocked! I was wordless—I was completely without words.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding. You might not remember, but here, the teachers don't care if you're late." Oh yeah.

He ran his hands through my hair one more time, then turned the water off. Immediantly, I missed the feel of his hands on my head. I stood and stretched slightly. Great, now I don't wanna go back to class. Wonder if I can get away with skipping...

"Thanks for well, everything Kurt."

He smiled (again!) at me. "It was nothing, really."

I stretched my arms out toward him. "Hug?"

"What?" He looked at me like I had grown a second head.

"Hug!"

"No." He did his awkward laugh again. Now see, I'm not good at taking no for an answer, so I growled at him.

"Hug."

"Fine." Kurt said with an exasperated sigh.

"Yay!" I wrapped my arms around him, and my head rested perfectly on top of his.

"You really need to learn that no means no—"

"Unless followed by a yes, because fifty no's and a yes means yes."

"And that doesn't sound illegal at all."

We just stood there quietly for a few seconds until Kurt cleared his throat and started wiggling in my grasp.

"Oh!" I let him go and he quickly stepped back with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"So I—uh. See you tomorrow in glee, Reeves?"

"Uh, yeah, okay."

He nodded at me then I watched him hurry out the door.

-Bomp-

"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled as soon as I entered the house. I could here the notes of my sister, Elizabeth, playing piano from her bedroom. She was home schooled, and was one lucky son-of-a-gun, but I have no room to complain. Only thing worse than home schoolers are private schoolers (is schoolers a word?) .

"In the kitchen!"

I went and stood against the wall as I watched my mom flit around the room, preparing whatever concoction she was experimenting with today. Mom loved to cook, but most of the time it wasn't exactly edible. Those are the days that I take over and make something simple, but at least fit for human consumption.

"How was school honey?"

"It was school." I grumbled.

"I know that tone, what happened?" She turned to face me, and sometimes it felt like looking in a mirror, well a mirror that created a transgender version of you with blue eyes instead of grey. I had my dad's grey eyes, which, coincidentally, my sister looked just like a 9 year old version of Dad, with his black hair, except she had our mom's blue eyes. Freaky, right?

"Nothing Mom! I actually made a few friends today. I joined glee club too." It wasn't a lie, it was just creative truth telling, leave a few details out.

"That's good. I was worried for a second. I thought I might have to go up to the school and bust a cap in someone." It was times like this that reminded me of how awesome my mom was.

"Um, what are you cooking, Mom?" I was starting to worry about the number of pots on the stove.

She glared at me. "Spaghetti. Why?" Since when did it take six pots to make spaghetti?

"No reason..."

"Wait, where's your sweater at?"

Crap! Busted.

-Bomp!-

Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Well that's the end of this chapter. Next chapter is Duets! I've already got the song picked out too! Sam will be introduced, even if I'm seriously not looking forward to having him as a part of this story...Well, at least now you know a little bit about Reeve's background. I've realized though that I haven't said his last name yet, it's St. Clair (sinclair). Here's a fact for you: Reeves name was supposed to be Reese, but idk what happened, and the stupid auto correct on the school computer changed it to 'Reeves' But I kind of like it. Please Please Please Review! Also, I need to start writing these chapters 2 at a time so that I can give like a preview of the next 'Episode'.