Chapter Two: "So why do they call you A.C.D.C?" I inquired. "Well my birth name had the initials A.C, when my adoption parents had the option to name me they made my initials my first name, then Demi, and my last name Cohlenn, so it's A.C Demi Cohlenn," she answered knowingly. "Oh, that's pretty cool, so you're adopted?" I asked. "Damn straight, oh I'm sorry bad analogy…" she mumbled. "No problem, Mercedes does it all the time, ha ha ha…" She seemed to feel better when I did that. "So… don't kill me, but can I just call you Demi?" I asked nervously. "Sure, go for it kiddo," she said playfully. She's really a lot nicer than she seems. "So you're not homophobic in any way?" I asked nervously. "Not at all, I love gay guys, they're like the best people to hang out with," she said with a goofy grin on her face. She had a pretty face. She had crystal blue eyes, porcelain skin lighter than mine, blonde hair, dark lips, naturally dark, no gloss or lip stick, and a demur nose like Quinn's. It was hard to understand why she wasn't a cheerleader or doing something… pretty… instead of shoving bullies around. She was rail skinny though… but she wore it well. "Oh… ya thanks, sorry I was just, well I'll say it, I was looking over you… trying to figure out which color scarf would accent you best… sorry for being such a typical gay," I rambled. "Ha ha ha, so… what color would accent me best?" a grin broke out on her face. "Soft blue," I spit out before I knew what I was saying. I joined her in laughing. The truth was it was funny. "So, you know, I was spying for new directions yesterday, and I saw the CUTEST guy. He grabbed my hand and we FROLICKED to his choir room, and he sang Teenage Dream, and for the love of Gaga Demi, it really felt like a teenage dream… I'm absolutely… awestruck?" I said questioning my vocabulary. "Aww! What's the lucky fellow's name?" she asked sweetly. "Blaine…" I paused. "You really are sweet you know… no one would know it… but you are…" I said hoping she wouldn't pound my face in for suggesting she was a softy. Instead she pulled me into a hug. I could of sworn I heard her say "Thank you Kurt, that's so nice of you," I couldn't even think for a second. She didn't pound my face in? There was something up with this girl. Where's the Lima Heights bully? I don't see one, all I see is a skinny, sweet, little blonde girl.