Chapter 1

I get off the plane at the airport in Columbus, Ohio. The second I get to the lobby, my best friend whom I haven't seen in years, nearly tackles me to the ground as he runs and hugs me. I drop my bags so I can hug him back, I haven't seen him since I was four years old, and now I'm seventeen, god how time flies.

"Kurt!" I purposely mess up his hair to mess with him just like I used to when we were little.

"Scar," he whines, "I took me hours to get it right!"

I giggle, "I'm sorry Kurty."

He takes one of my bags, and I hold the other two, as he drags me out of the airport. "You have to see my baby! It's the most beautiful car ever!"

I nod as he takes me to his car, which I have to admit is very nice. "Tell me everything!" I beg, "I've missed this place."

Kurt snorts, "Well, that's because you can actually get out of this place."

I roll my eyes, "I have so many memories here. Tell me about your friends."

"I already did," Kurt shakes his head me, "God, Scar, you make it seem as if we haven't spoken in years, we are avid pen pals, I've told you virtually everything."

I raise my eyebrows, "I want to hear stories Kurt! Tell me about Glee Club, or football, or anything!"

"Maybe I want to hear some stories from you." Kurt smirked, as he drove us out of the parking lot of the airport, starting the slightly less than two hour drive to Lima.

"I don't have many stories," I tell him honestly, "It's kind of the same routine with my life. Go to school, go home, do homework, go to sleep, wake up, repeat."

"Well anything happen at school?" He asks slyly.

I shrug, "It depends, nothing all that funny happens, normally we spend lunch and free periods doing homework that we forgot about."

"Any boyfriends?" Kurt puts his gossip face on.

I shrug, "I had one, but it didn't work out, you know that. What about you, any boyfriends."

"Please," Kurt rolls his eyes, "I'm in the Glee Club-"

I interrupt him, "What's wrong with that? Don't forget you're also on the football teams, last time I checked jocks normally go out with cheerleaders, and don't even try to tell me that there aren't any guy cheerleaders."

Kurt rolls his eyes again, "Please, none of those sweaty gymnasts are at all good looking, and in any case, those outfits are just disgusting!"

I smile, "Same old Kurt, good to see that I haven't missed that much."

Kurt gasps, "I have a fantastic idea! You should join Glee Club! It will be amazing with you there, and don't even try to tell me that you're not a good singer, you could get a record deal in an instant."

I laugh, "Kurt, you haven't heard me sing since I was four."

Kurt waves his hand as if what I say means nothing, "Please." He puts on a CD, and I gasp realizing that it's The Sound of Music Soundtrack. That was one of my favorite musicals from back when we were little. I start belting out to Sixteen Going On Seventeen. Kurt smirks at me, "I rest my case."

I roll my eyes at him as we pull into the drive way of his house, or should I say mansion, I forgot how big this place was.

Kurt helps me with some of my things as he leads me down the steps. His bedroom is huge, but amazing. He has a second bed set up for me like he used to do when we were little and had sleepovers. He places my stuff on the bed that I assume is mine. He turns on the television and puts on The Sound of Music. I can't help but smile at all the memories that we have shared in this room, and while watching that movie.

Eventually his father comes home. When he hears us singing Edelweiss, he comes to see what we are doing. When he sees me smiles, "Hey, Scar, I forgot that you were coming today, I thought it was tomorrow, how are your parents?"

I stand up and give him a hug, he was like my second father when I was little, "They're okay, mom's remarried, and dad's . . . well he's dad."

Mr. Hummel nods in understanding, "How long are you staying here for?"

I shrug, "It depends on how successful this program that the schools worked out is, if it's good I'll probably be here for the whole school year, if not then I'll go home when they tell me to."

"Don't watch this stuff too late tonight," he motions to the movie, "you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

Kurt nods as his father walks out of the bedroom, he turns to me, "Want to watch Beyonce videos after this?"

I giggle as I nod in approval of Kurt's idea.