Chapter 2

Kurt wakes me up at about six the next morning. "Scar, come on, we have to get there before the jockasses do."

I laugh, "Funny joke Kurt."

Kurt shrugged, "It has been known to happen, now come on, let me please do your hair, I don't want to wear that hat you never take off on the first day."

I shake my head, "I like my Yankee's hat, it's cute."

"Yes," Kurt admits, "the one that you personally own is adorable, but you're not in New York, and I don't want the sneerleaders to have an excuse to tear you apart."

I smirk, "Let them try." I grab the outfit that Kurt had picked out for me, that was admittedly the most adorably outfit I'd ever seen, I would've never thought to put those shorts with that shirt, and I go into the bathroom to get changed. I throw my hair up in a ponytail, and throw on this hat and leave the bathroom. Kurt ambushes me and tells me that since I didn't let him do my hair that he has to do my makeup. I agree grudgingly.

Kurt does my make up spectacularly, and I tell him that he should pay people to do that.

"People just don't appreciate what am art make up is," Kurt shakes his head and I laugh. I grab my tote bag that carries my school books in it and follow Kurt out to his car. He drives about five minutes until we get to the school.

Kurt's eyes widen as a bunch of guys approach the car. I look to Kurt then to the guys, I figure that those are the "jockasses" that Kurt was talking about. I roll my eyes as we step out of the car.

One of the guys, the one with a Mohawk decides it'll be a great idea to talk to me, not realizing that I won't hesitate to kick his ass, sure I may be small but that gives me better leverage for his . . . weakness. "Hey," he smiles, "I haven't seen you around here, I'm Puck."

I snort, Kurt has told me a lot of stories about this guy.

"And you are?" He ignores my snorting at his laughter.

"Not interested in talking to a jerk who tortures my best friend!" I snap, "Come on Kurt."

One of the other football players is already trying to throw him in the trash. I roll my eyes, "Leave him the fuck alone!"

One of the other football players smirks, "What are you going to do about it?"

I smirk devilishly, "Let me put it this way, I can hit you the one place you can't hit me."

The football that is holding Kurt immediately releases him, and Kurt runs over to me as we walk into the school. "You made quite a first impression." Kurt says breathlessly as he leads me into the guidance office.

The guidance counselor, Ms. Pillsbury, gives me my schedule and Kurt immediately snatches it from me so we can compare classes. Kurt smiles, "We have Spanish together." Then he frowns as he continues looking down the schedule, "that's all we have. Spanish and lunch. Nothing else."

I pout, "Well at least we have something."

Kurt nods as he pulls me to Spanish class. He drags me up to the teacher, Mr. Shuester, Kurt whispers to me that he's the one that runs the Glee Club that I'm being forced to join.

Mr. Shuester assigns me a seat that is unfortunately next to the Mohawk loser. I roll my eyes as I take the seat next to him.

He smirks, "You want to tell me your name this time, or are you going to threaten me again."

"You don't need to know my name." I say curtly.

He sighs in aggravation, "Whatever."

Mr. Shuester hands us an assignment and I start to work, like the good student that I am, until I saw the freak that tortures Kurt looking over at my paper.

"Hey!" I snap, "Don't even think about copying me freak!"

He rolls his eyes, "I don't get it, don't be a bitch."

"Once you stop being a dick." I mutter under my breath.

"HEY!" He yells.

Mr. Shuester looks up, "Quiet down Noah!"

I smirk and await the relief of the bell.

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