First day of senior year. Yes, he was a senior now. High school was almost over. One more year and he could be free and leave Lima behind. Kurt never really felt like Lima was the place where he wanted to spent the rest of his life. He wanted to get out of Lima ASAP. Finding a college would be his first and best option to leave everything behind. All the bad memories he made here which hurt him the most.  

The only thing he would surely miss about Lima was his dad. But it was time for a change. Especially after all the stuff that happened within the last few weeks. 

The morning starts as usual. After a short breakfast with his dad he would go straight to school. Sometimes he even stops for coffee at the Lima Bean before classes. But he didn't felt like it today. He parks his Navigator and he took a deep breath before he stepped out of his car to face his last year in high school. Kurt grabs his stuff and heads into school, fist-bumping his jock friends. On his way to his locker he saw David who was glaring at him, as per usual. They never really got along and always seem to dislike each other. It just was always like this. Kurt couldn't figure out why it was that way. 

He grabbed his stuff out of his locker and went to his first class. Music. He got to the room and noticed that there was a note on the chalkboard that said 'Mr. Anderson'. Kurt never heard that name before so he was certainly sure they got a new teacher. David followed him into the classroom and sat a few rows behind him. The atmosphere was tensed. Kurt tried to ignore it and David at all. But this was easier said than done. 
A moment later Kurt felt something tiny hitting the back of his head. And another one. And another one. He took a deep breath to calm down but when he felt the next hitting he couldn't take it any longer. Furiously he turned around and glared at David who just smirked. "What is your problem you Neanderthal? Your girlfriend didn't get you laid so you need to pick on someone else? FYI you better look for another target or I will kick your ass!" Kurt yelled at him when he heard a cough. 

"Mr. I-don't-know-your-name-yet, would you please watch your language when you are in my classroom!" an unfamiliar voice, which must belong to Mr. Anderson, said and Kurt turned around and froze. In front of the desk was a man not that much older than him. His dark hair was slightly gelled and he had one of these so called nerd-glasses. Mr. Anderson wore a black and white shirt that showed he must have a nice body to look at and his jeans where really tight. Kurt gulped. "I'm sorry?!" he mumbles and tried to focus on the things Mr. Anderson was saying. Which wasn't that simple cause he couldn't keep his eyes off this man. The whole situation scared him and he didn't know what to do. 

Mr. Anderson let go of this topic and introduced himself instead. "As you may have noticed I'm Mr. Anderson your new music teacher. I'm 26 years old and finished school a few month ago. This is actually my first job but if you guys think you can fool me then I must disappoint you right here and now. I'm also a musician and usually play some gigs if I find the time for it. Oh and for the record you can call me Mr. A. if you want to, I don't mind. And besides Mr. Anderson sounds like I'm some old guy, which I'm clearly not". The tension in the room left immediately. 

The class seemed kind of surprised.  They never met a teacher like Mr. A. Every other teacher seemed old and grumpy. At least most of them. Kurt was actually impressed. Mr. A. sounded like a really interesting guy, who looked good btw. But now wasn't the time to think about THAT. 

After his introduction he let the students introduce themselves. All of them had to say their name and 3 things about them. "Ok, guys lets go on with introductions. Please say your name and 3 important things about yourself I might be interested in. And let's start with you, Mr. I-don't-know-your-name-yet!" 

Kurt blushed at that and started to ramble. "Hi, my real name is Kurt Hummel, so you know it now and can stop calling me that. I'm 17 years old, I'm the kicker of the football team and I know how to change a tire. That's enough for you?" 

Mr. A. nodded and now it was his turn to blush a little. This guy was really something else. But he couldn't think about this, since the next student was already introducing them self. The lesson moved on like this and he learned all the names and the 3 important or not so important things about his students. The bell ring and he was kind of relived that he made it through his first lesson. 

Kurt hurried to get out of this classroom and went to his next class. During lunch where he sat down with Brittany and Kitty. Yes, they were all still friends even after all the things that happened. They didn't share many classes anymore but they always met for lunch. He picked at his salad since he wasn't really hungry and listened to their conversation. The girls started to gush about their music lesson and how hot Mr. A. looked. "Did you see what he was wearing? Gosh, Brit these jeans were actually quite to tight for my like. But he really could wear them." Kitty said clearly impressed. Kurt nodded at that as a matter of fact without noticing it. He was lost in his thoughts and didn't realize that Kitty and Brit looked at him kind of confused. "Kurt, are you even listening to what we were saying? What's wrong? Are you ok?" Brit asked him. After hearing his name he came back to reality. "What? I was gone for a minute or two. Sorry" he said to them. The girls just started to giggle and changed the topic. Kurt was eased about that and started to focus back at picking at his salad. 

After lunch he went to the rest if his classes. Afterwards he met with Coach Beiste for the new tryouts for the football team. Since he was the only capable guy to kick the football, like the coach wanted it to, he was already set for the team. He could enjoy the tryouts and watched the other guys who wanted to make it on the team. 

Tryouts were done by around 5 pm. He went home. Kind of exhausted and got to his room which was downstairs. His room wasn't really small but not big too. All of his clothes could fit in there so he was satisfied. He painted his room all by himself just as he wanted it to be. The wall behind his bed was a light purple. And the rest of the room was painted in a ton of beige. He had to choose light colors since the windows weren't big enough and getting daylight in there was hard enough. Kurt had his own bathroom downstairs and he had a walk-in closet. On the walls were some musical posters. Musicals he liked the most.

Kurt sad down to do his homework. Yes, he already got homework on the first day of school. He finished everything rather quickly and went upstairs to cook some dinner for him and his dad. They talked a little about their days and cleaned everything up afterwards. 

Kurt was so exhausted that a went straight to bed. He fell asleep immediately and dreamt of a pair of well-fitting jeans and a great ass.