A/N: I seriously haven't the slightest fucking clue where i'm going with this fic. Sooo...I'm open for story lines!
And yes, I know i'm updating this one but not Well, Fuck - that's because this one is a lot of dialouge and backstory, while fuck is in the middle of some smut. And I'm not the best smut writter-so that one takes time. So please don't hate me-I will update that one, just not right now.
"Hey Princess..."
"Hello suspenders!" Kurt answered back sighing, while rubbing his shirt trying to get the slushie out.
"I see you've already met Karofsky and Azimio. They're lovely fellows, aren't they?"
"Oh yes. They're wonderful. I moved from New York to escape neaderthals like them, and yet-here I am, and there they are. Still lurking around me. Is it really in every man's mind that every gay is out to take advantage of them! Do I look like someone who would do that? I mean, really!" Kurt stopped short, noticing suspender's eyes go wide at the word 'gay', "Oh shit. Please, please don't slushie me, or attack me, or anything. I'll...I'll leave if you want. I just, please don't hurt me." Kurt begged. Suspenders just shook his head and chuckled, muttering something under his breath. "What'd you say?"
"I said, 'if only you knew what you've just gotten yourself into.'"
"What's that supposed to mean? And I still don't know your name."
Yet again, Suspenders just shook his head, smirking and replied with 'You'll find out soon enough," honey eyes met liquid ice, burning, "Kurt." Suspenders ended, raising his arm, Kurt flinched, hoping it wasn't another slushie and was relieved when he noticed it was just a simple white t-shirt.
"Thanks, he who shall not be named." he joked lightly, elicting a melodic chuckle from the retreating boy's figure.
Kurt threw on the unknown boy's shirt; thankfully it fit, and his leather jacket had been in his locker-luckily saving it from any slush. So he continued on to his first class, walking in a half an hour late claiming new student crisis. The only available seat in the class was next to a big black girl with fabulous fashion style and her hair was lovely. He went up to her, whispering
"Could I sit here?"
"If you want, white boy." the womanc answered back with such sass that Kurt instantley fell in love with her. He extended his hand,
"Kurt Hummel."
"Mercedes Jones." she answered back as she shook his hand. "Are you sure you want to be sitting with me though?"
"Is there a problem?"
"People don't take too well with interracial friendships, here." She muttered, shaking her head.
"Yeah, well they don't take too well with gays either-so hey, why not give them another reason to hate me." he laughed softly.
"You're gay?"
"Shit. Um. Yeah. I'm sorry..." Kurt started packing up his things, debating whether or not he should take the seat next to the seemingly homeless boy in the back or a seat on the floor. Thinking of his designer jeans, he decided to risk the homeless boy.
"Wait. Where are you going?" Mercedes asked, seemingly genuinely curious.
"I'm moving my seat...I mean, I understand if you're uncomfortable with me and my sexuality."
"What? White boy, sit yo ass down! I didn't say anything like that! I'm completely fine with you liking boys-that's great for you!"
"Thank you." Kurt smiled at the girl, looking into her dark chocolate eyes. It seemed like he had finally made a friend.
Thankfully Merceds wass in his next class, and her locker was right down the hall from his. So they walked from their classes together, never stopped talking; about McKinely, about New York, about why Kurt moved, why the football players are such homophobes and racists. Never once had it crossed his mind to ask her about Suspenders. When Mercedes droped him off at his following class, telling him that she was in his lunch and that she'd meet him in the cafeteria, he turned around with a smile on his face. He had most definitly found a friend.
"Hey Princess." Suspenders said as he came up behind Kurt in the doorway, "Planning on standing here the whole class?" he smirked.
"If that's what it takes to learn your name." Kurt answered, smugly. Folding his arms and holding his place in the doorway. Suspenders shook his head and smirked, leaning in to whisper in his ear,
"Desperate is a good look on you, babe." before sidling past through the doorway to take a seat at the back of the classroom.
Kurt walked in, taking the first open seat he saw which happened to be in the front of the class. Taking out a pencil, he started thinking about Suspenders, trying to figure out his angle. He's deep in thought when he's interrupted by the girl from this morning at his locker, what was her name again?
"Hello, Kurt! How are you enjoying McKinley so far? I see you changed...either you've had gym or you've met David and Azimio..." Rachel! That was it!
"It was unfortuently the latter. But thankfully, I ran into Suspenders back there in the bathroom and he gave me an extra t-shirt."
Rachel was gaping at him, "What?"
"Suspenders? Do you mean Blaine?"
"Uh. I don't know. I don't know his name. The boy in the back with the suspenders."
"Yup. That's Blaine. He gave you a shirt?"
"Yeah. He noticed that mine was covered in slushie..."
"Wow. He doesn't even let me borrow a a knife at the table..." Rachel sort of muttered.
"Are you...are you guys dating? Or...?"
"Oh god! Oh god, no!" Rachel burst out laughing, "Ew! Incest is disgusting! Definitly not into that!" Incest. Wait.
"Wait. Incest. What?"
"Blaine's my brother! Incest is when two people that have a blood relation have sex."
"Oh god, I know what incest is! But. Wow. I mean, I shouldn't really be that surprised. I can definitly see the relation." he murmered, glancing to the back of the room where Blaine was writting furiously away.
"Yeah, we get that a lot. Speaking of Blaine. I'll be right back." She got up and walked back, sitting down next to him and started talking to him. Kurt looked away because he felt like he was intruding on their privacy, but not before he caught Blaine look up at him with a smile, his golden eyes sparkling.
The rest of the class went by fast, going through th eusual first day of school things. Nothing too exciting, allowing Kurt's mind to wander. So when a paper airplane hit his chair and flew under, he was intruiged. Wondering what on earth this was. Picking it up, he unfolded it to read a note written in perfect script;
I heard you're going to try to take over Glee.
Oh? And where'd you hear that? Your sister. She doesn't even know if I can sing.
She has a feeling. Is it true that you're joining Glee though?
If I were?
Are you playing hard to get? Because, I can play that game. Better than you.
I wasn't aware we were playing a game. But now that you've introduced that idea to me; I'm more than happy to play.
You're going down.
Kurt read the note before sticking it in his notebook, setting the game into motion. Paying no attention to the boy staring at the back of his head, raking his eyes down his body, studying every inch that he could see-complying it all to his memory.
A/N: Nothing too exciting; just getting the ball running on this story. Any ideas? Please let me know.