A/N: I haven't watched the new episode yet, so NO SPOILERS OR I'LL EAT YOU! This is a teaser chapter - for a story I'm working on that I'll actually finish (cough, Not like Road Trip, cough). So this chapter is overly informative as there are chapters before this one that explain stuff etc. I wrote it during a Visual Art test, is anyone proud? XD Oh, and Road Trip will be finished one day. I got some new ideas...it's just taking me a while XD

Rating: G/K

"We're challenging New Directions." Kurt stepped into the choir room, looking disgruntled.

Blaine looked up, his eyebrows knitted in concern. "Really?"

Kurt nodded.

"Is it still being run by Mr. Schuester?" Kurt nodded once more.

"I've been keeping an eye on them since we left - they've won like, four of the five times they've competed."

"Wow...didn't think they'd make it after we all left."

Kurt smiled. "Mr. Schue was always persuasive."

Blaine glanced at the wall clock. The bell was due to ring at any second.

"So now we meet up at Nationals? It's a small world...does he know he's competing against us yet?"

Kurt shrugged as the bell did ring. Moments passed, and suddenly students poured into the room.

"Morning Mr. H - Mr. A!" a bright young girl, who reminded Kurt far too much of Rachel, bounded in, grinning. "Do you know our competition yet?"

Kurt nodded with a grin and waited for his class to take their seats.

After graduating from McKinley, both Kurt and Blaine fought to stay together. They went to the same college - Kurt completed a dual degree of Performing Arts and fashion, while Blaine studied and completed his course of Music and the Fine Arts. Together they graduated and moved far away from Lima, becoming the show choir directors for their local high school. With Kurt's costume designs and dancing, and Blaine's vocal coaching and stage knowledge, their team had only lost to Vocal Adrenaline once. Granted, they had only performed against them twice, but that didn't matter. Their class had 23 people, but Glee club wasn't as popular as it was at Dalton, yet not as low ranked as New Directions were.

"Now," Kurt started, standing in front of his class. "We scraped past at Regionals, and even though you all did a fantastic job, the next group are going to be even tougher! This years competition is going to be..." he paused for dramatic effect, sporting a sly grin. "New Directions!"

This raised a stir amongst the class. They had heard the countless stories - both Kurt and Blaine had been among the group and had made it to Regionals twice, losing their first but winning their second.

"Wow." The Rachel-girl, whose name was Sandy, commented.

Blaine nodded. "The same show choir director has them, but he doesn't know we're coaching you. We're hoping to keep it a secret until that night."

The club nodded, sporting wide grins.

"Are they good, Mr. A?"

Blaine grinned. "Extremely. Mr. Hummel and I have seen their performance at their own Regionals, but we'll definitely be better."

Kurt held up a stack of papers he had located. "I've got our set-list ballot from your nominations last lesson. Tick three boxes - the songs you'd like to do, and place them in this box. We'll count them up and have the set-list tomorrow." He started to hand them around.

"Today's lesson is just a bludge. Someone suggest a song, you guys can go ahead and sing it - as horribly or as well as you want. Get up and dance if you want to - and if you have any specific requests-"

Sandy had raised her hand before he could finish. "Yes?"

"Do you think we could watch you perform at Regionals - the year Mr. H was at Dalton? New Directions was there too, right?"

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, who shrugged. "It was six years ago...I'm sure it won't hurt." Kurt reasoned and Blaine headed to the DVD stand, where the old performances were kept. He pulled out the disk and set the machine up while Kurt collected the ballot slips.

Blaine hit play and the familiar Capella back up of Candles flowed into the room. Kurt wrinkled his nose as he watched himself step out of the group.

"I was such a fat kid..." he muttered.

Blaine flicked off the lights, sidling up to Kurt in the dark, kissing his neck from behind. "Not fat...Perfect"

Yes, their contact was inappropriate at school, but it was dark and they were in the corner, so they didn't think much of it.

From the light of the hallway, Kurt and Blaine counted the votes, ignoring the hushed 'awwhs' from Sandy and her friends at the faces Kurt and Blaine made at each other during 'Candles'. The tempo changed and kick-started into 'Raise Your Glass', and Blaine started to laugh.

"I was such a dweeb."

Kurt laughed with him. "You weren't a dweeb. You just had...difficulties with dancing."

Blaine shook his head. "It's a good thing you were there to teach me then."

"I swear, that is the corniest thing I have ever heard in real life..." muttered one of the boys, and only then did Blaine and Kurt realize that the video was over.

"Oh..."

"Get singing!" Blaine flushed, grinning slightly.

A/N: Yay! So if anyone's interested, this story will be started later on...it feels really awkward at the moment because it's been changed to compensate for your... not knowing of stuff. :D

This has been started - find it under my Story List as 'Grovesdale High'