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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. Some of the events will be based on what actually happened in the show, so keep in mind that none of those events belong to me.
I imagine this story taking place in season two, with Kurt as a junior and Blaine as a sophomore.
I hope you guys enjoy the story!

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Kurt had his outfit for his first day at public school picked out and laid on his desk. It was going to be a big change from the crisp blazers of Dalton Academy, but Kurt was excited to show off his fashion sense at school for once.

"Kurt! Finn!" It was their father, Burt. "It's almost time to get going!"

Kurt got dressed, checked his hair in the mirror over his vanity, and hurried down to the kitchen. Finn was already there, wearing a polo shirt and jeans. Kurt sighed. "Finn, are you really wearing that on your first day?"

Finn shrugged.

"Come on, boys, you don't want to be late for your first day!" Called Burt from the other room. Kurt grabbed his bag and followed his father. Finn joined them.

"Good luck!" Called Carole, their mother, from upstairs. "Have fun!"

Kurt was nervous. He hadn't been to public school since he started at Dalton a little over two years before. He knew there was a glee club at Mckinley, as he had been in the Warblers and competed against them. They had tied at Sectionals, so if Kurt made it into the club he would have to go against his former teammates at Regionals.

As they pulled up to the school, Kurt took a deep breath. After all, if wasn't like he was all alone. He had Finn.

They stuck out a little bit as they walked in, as Finn was very tall and Kurt very fashionably dressed. But that was fine.

They had taken a tour a few weeks before, so Kurt and Finn knew where the office was. They walked in, got their schedules and locker assignments, and were sent away to begin the day. Their lockers were in the same hallway, but far enough away that they couldn't have a conversation without talking too loudly.

Kurt spun the code and popped open the locker with a squeak. He took out some things from his bag and was about to go talk to Finn when he heard someone say, "Hi, are you new here?" Kurt turned in surprise.

It was a boy. His dark hair was styled with quite a lot of gel, he was shorter than Kurt, wearing a bow tie and a smile.

"Yeah, I am how'd you know?" Kurt asked.

"I think I'd remember someone with a fashion sense like yours," said the boy.

Kurt was taken aback by this handsome boy. He felt a strange urge to get to know him. "Kurt Hummel," he introduced himself, sticking out his hand for the boy to shake.

"Blaine Anderson." The boy said, taking Kurt's hand and shaking it. "Do you know where your first class is?" Blaine asked.

"Not really. I have Spanish, with Mr. Schuester," Kurt said, glancing at his schedule.

"Come on, I know a shortcut. I'll show you." Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and hurrying down the hallway.

If this was what public school was like, Kurt thought he was going to like it.