AN: This is the first part of their first day. I like it, so I hope you guys will too.
So, this was present-day McKinley. To be honest, it looks an awful lot like it did back in the 80s. So, not appealing. There was even the group of large, letterman-jacket wearing football players standing in the parking lot and trying to look menacing. (They were the exsact same lettermans jackets they had thirty years ago. Seriously, a bit of an update couldn't hurt.) I smiled bitterly, remembering how I used to be scared of them, back when I was an actual teenager. Back when I hadn't spent over thirty years tourturing and murdering anyone who tried to mess with me. Before Blaine. Yeah, not this time. I can't wait to punch someone in the face.
"Ready?"
I smiled at Blaine, who was trying to look over his notes on McKinley High. (Yes, he took notes. From their website. He printed a map and everything.)
"You have no idea how ready I am."
He smirked, grabbing our bags and emerging from our car confidently. (Our new car. He wanted a convertible now that we could be in the sun, with our Gems of Amara rings and all. He had Sam and Finn bring the BMW, in case it rained. Because no, he didn't get one that covers.)
We hadn't even gotten to the front entrence before we were confronted. A muscular guy with a mohawk stepped in front of us, his face showing obvious disbelief as he looked us over.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
I sighed. Of course he goes for the clothes. I had dressed a bit dramatically, because first days were for statements. And my skin tight jeans, form-fitting grey dess shirt with black vest, Doc Martens, and dragon necklace? Definately statement-makers. Still, it was more then I expected for him to not openly state his no-doubtebly present suspicions about my sexuality.
Of course Finn and Sam chose that moment to show up.
"Oh, Kurt? He's wearing Armani today, because it's Monday. Kurt always wears Armani on Monday," Finn said with complete innocence.
Sam stomped on his foot.
"OW!" Finn looked at him in utter confusion. "Did he change it to Tuesday?"
"He was making fun of Kurt, you idiot," Sam whispered harshly. And not really very quietly. Finn made a face of comprehension, before focusing the mohawked boy with a glare.
"Watch it, that's my little brother you're messing with." Finn patted me on the shoulder, giving me what I assume was ment to be an assuring nod. Stupid David, he made Blaine and Sam cousins, while I got stuck being Finn's step-brother. And I was the youngest. Which isn't even true, because Finn and Sam were both turned after me. I sighed, Finn looked really proud of himself though, and as much of an evil bitch as I am, I didn't really have a reason to flip out on him. He was trying, and atleast he remembered his part. That's honestly all I could expect from him.
"Yes, thank you, Finn. I feel very safe." He grinned, before remembering himself and going back to eyeing the boy intemidatingly. I turned to Blaine, who seemed to have the same idea, although he looked a hell of a lot scarier then Finn did. I kissed his cheek, ignoring the shocked sound the guy made. "Can we go in now? We have to get our scheduals from the front office."
"Right," Blaine agreed, taking my hand. He turned to Sam and Finn. "Come on guys."
They each shot a last look of warning at the boy, before fallowing Blaine and me into the building.
"So, I'm expected to assume that it's just a crazy coincidence that I have at least one of you in each of my classes?" I turned to pout at Blaine. "Don't you trust me?"
He sighed.
"Sweetheart, you know I do. It's just an extra precaution, that's all."
He was using his placating voice. I have a serious love/hate relationship with his placating voice. While it's a relief to know that he can calm me down if I get pissed off and am about to cause serious damage to something or someone needed, I don't like it when he uses it to try to get me to go along with whatever he wants.
Because then I will.
"Fine," I allowed, leaning in to his touch when he cupped my cheek. His answering smile was brilliant. (It always is when I'm doing what he wants.) Sam and Finn snickered in the background, put I put my hand on top of Blaine's to keep him from doing anything that would draw us negative attention. It is absolutally vital that the four of us put up a united front. In order to have a perfect high school career, I must have the perfect posse. In order to have the perfect posse, I must recruit popular students. Nobody wants to join a clique where the people punch each other in the face.
Besides, I can deal with them in a moment, they both have French with me for first period. (Blaine was taking Italian, since he already spoke it and all.)
Blaine kissed me, taking care to pull on my lower lip gently before releasing me.
"I'll see you next period. We have history together, I'll walk you there?" I smiled sweetly.
"Sounds perfect."
He nodded in approval, smiling, and gave me another quick kiss before running off. I turned to Finn and Sam, who were both looking at me in amusement. I narrowed my eyes.
"Listen up. Blaine may be under the impression that I can't take care of myself, I assume it has something to do with his idea that I'm just a submissive little angel." Sam looked about ready to say something, but I raised an eyebrow, effectively stopping him. "However, you two are both fully aware of what I'm capable of." Finn gulped nervously. I lowered my tone. "I trust you'll both do your best to keep up and do as I say." They nodded. I smiled in an overly-cheerful way. "Fantastic."
"Everyone, these four boys are new to McKinley. Let's spend class avoiding learning about the Cold War in favor of asking them personal questions."
I smirked. I really like this Holly Holiday character. Even though she shares her name with this sweetheart of a drag queen I met at one of the few gay clubs I'd convinced Blaine to let me drag him to. (He doesn't like gay clubs. He likes regular clubs, where most of the men aren't liable to hit on me.)
"Alright boys, introduce yourselves!"
Blaine stepped forward confidently.
"I'm Blaine Anderson, aged seventeen. This is my cousin Sam Evans, my boyfriend Kurt Hummel, and Kurt's stepbrother Finn Hudson. They are all seventeen as well."
I sighed. So formal...
Ms. Holiday clapped her hands.
"Awesome, we've got some homosexuals in the house!" She grinned at the class. "So, raise your hand, and Blaine here can call on whoever." She smiled at Blaine. "You seem like a go-getter."
Sam and Finn both giggled inmaturely, which caused me to glare at them. They both stopped imediately. This apparently didn't go unoticed by the class, as the first question we got was 'so ladylucious there has the rest of you by the balls, huh?'
It came from a Latino girl that I took an imediate liking to. She seemed like an honest bitch. We would get along. Finn took it upon himself to answer.
"Well, Blaine's sort of our leader, and Kurt has him by the balls, so I guess he has me and Sam by the balls in default."
I could tell Sam was fighting to keep himself from face-palming. I liked the answer though.
"He does not have me by the balls."
I raised an eyebrow, because really? I totally do.
"You're totally wrapped around his finger. His exceptionally manicured finger."
"You really like my manicure? Blaine thought I should have gone to, and I quote, 'certified Vietnamese', but I thought I did just fine on my own."
Blaine sighed.
"Kurt, you did a fantastic job. Sam, drop the subject. You," he pointed to one of boys in lettermans jackets. "Next question please."
The guy smirked. Oh hell...
"So, who pounds who?"
Oh, did he think we'd deem that too offensive to answer?
"Blaine tops," I said simply. The guy looked annoyed that he hadn't phased me. Good.
Blaine called on an Asian girl sitting quietly next to her stereotypically Asian boyfriend.
"So, um, are you all gay?"
Blaine chuckled softly.
"Not at all, I'm pretty sure Sam's straight. I know Finn is."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I sighed.
"It means that, you, Finn, dress like a trucker."
"No I don't!
"You're wearing a flannel shirt and a puffer vest. It's your own fault for not letting me pick out your outfits."
"I don't want to get stuck in bejeweled riding pants! We don't even have horses!"
"That doesn't mean he can't go for a ride..."
"SAM! Quit with the innuendo!
"It's hilarious."
"It is kind of funny."
Everyone turned to Ms. Holiday. She shrugged.
"It was."
And that's how period went. One guy was stupid enough to make lewd comments about me, which led to Sam and Finn having to tackle Blaine to the ground.
But other then that, it went well.
I was walking with Sam to third period when it happened. A few jocks walked by and threw their damn slushies in my face. AND ON MY CLOTHES. I would kick their asses right now if I wasn't so busy trying to see.
Luckily, Sam was able to handle the situation.
"Hey!" He glared at the jocks as they turned around. "Did you just throw your drinks on my friend here?"
One of the guys smirked.
"Yeah, we did. What are you going to do about it."
Sam smiled coldly.
"I'm going to pray for you. Because that's the only thing you'll have going for you when Blaine hears about this."
I straightened myself up, finally suceeding in ridding my eyes of the damn corn syrup. I smirked at Sam aprovingly. As annoyingly immature as he could be, he had one of the most amazing darkness within him. I don't think I enjoy watching anyone's dark side in action more then Sam, with the exception of Blaine.
We watched the jocks laugh and continue on their way. Sam glanced at me.
"You're okay, right? Oh shit, Blaine's going to kill me if you aren't okay."
I smiled slightly.
"I assure you, I'm fine. I'll be even better when I watch Blaine do whatever he'll do. I bet he'll let me cut off their genitiles if I ask."
Sam laughed.
"Yeah, probally. He totally loves you, Kurt."
I sighed.
"I know."
AN: So, next chapter should have the glee club, and jock confrontation with vicious!protective!Blaine and a side of manipulative!sexkitten!Kurt. Fun times, fun times.
Anyway, comments and suggestions are welcome, as always. (I really like you guys, you have interesting things to say.)