Kurt Hummel is a lot of things. Fashion Designer, Actor, gay man.

Hes also a singer.

He has his own YouTube channel, penname ThePorcelainGod. He has hundreds of videos of himself singing on it. Many are from his time at Dalton, others are his own covers, some even have a few guests in the form as his friends. His brother has made an appearance even.

He also has even more videos of fashion shows. Some with his friends, others solo. Many times, hes wearing what he claims is an original Kurt Hummel design. He gives tips on how kids who dont have much money, like him, can still have impeccable fashion sense and style.

Blaine is a follower.

Hes also has his own channel, under the name TriangleEyebrowsRSexy. He has hundreds of his own videos of himself singing. Majority are ones hes taken during Glee practice, others are just him. He plays all the music, sometimes the guitar, others the piano, even the violin and harmonica have made an appearance.

There may be a few fighting tutorials up there as well, along with self defense and a few cell phone videos of his fights at school.

Kurt is a follower.

Despite this fact, both dont really watch for the singing. Strange, I know, what else are they watching it for?

Well Blaine, for one, cant take his eyes off what he is convinced is the greatest piece off ass to ever graze the planet. And those skin tight jeans he seems to always wear, are they painted on or something! God! And when he started coiffing his gorgeous chestnut hair off his face and away from his eyes, Blaine started having problems down there. Still does, actually.

Honestly, he doesnt even remember if ThePorcelainGod is a good singer or not. But damn is he a sexy human being.

Funny thing is, Kurt seems to have the same problem. TriangleEyebrowsRSexy sings? Really? He was here to lose himself in those warm honey depths right where his eyes should be. Imagine running his long fingers through those silky black curls. Maybe stare at that perfect ass in those black jeans that actually fit him well, something most teenage boys are incapable of finding. And yes, maybe those odd triangle eyebrows of his are sexy. Just a bit.

Though they announce their names at the beginning of every video, they never pick up on it, or the voice speaking. Kind of scary actually, but it is just a stranger on the internet. Harmless leering wont hurt anyone, right? Not like there are a lot of options in Ohio anyways.

Not like theyll ever actually meet or anything, right?

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"Im a Hummel," he whispers to himself, trying to fight the nerves bunching and twisting in his stomach. "No one pushes the Hummels around."

With a deep breath, he pushes the slightly rusty doors open and strides into the crowded hallways, his confident Im better than you all swagger making him a bit taller.

The noise changes from excited talking to whispers and stares, and Kurt feels a pang of regret in his chest. Maybe he shouldnt have made his walk so obvious. Perhaps he did go overboard with white skinny jeans with numerous zippers, knee length black boots with extra buckles, light blue button down, black vest with hanging chains, and black and white checkered bow tie. Most people didnt draw such immediate attention to themselves like this.

Squaring his jaw, he lifts his head higher and strides through the crowd of plastic people whispering his name. This is who he is. His individuality craves the spotlight, his talent yearns to be recognized. Hes not going to hide who he is. Not for these people, not for anyone. Not even if that nonexistent God hands him TriangleEyebrowsRSexy in flesh and blood. No one.

But as he meets the gaze of some of the more bold students, he isnt surprised to see the eyes of many girls have gone glassy and dark. He smirks to himself, adding a little swing to his hips. A few girls actually swoon.

Theres some things Kurt knows all too well about himself. He likes boys. Patti Lupone is his idol. Mint green and orange do not go well together with his skin tone. He has a rare and incredible voice.

Hes pretty damn gorgeous for a man.

Years of receiving slips of paper with phone numbers he never calls anyways, comments on his YouTube videos, cat calls on the street, flirting in the coffee shop, and downright leering during a performance has all taught him that. Kurt Hummel is hot.

Shame majority of the time the male contributions are either through the screen or his friends trying to be supportive and encouraging.

No matter. Hes here now, and if this can earn him a degree of respect, hell take it. With a new confidence, he waltzes down the corridor, girls giggling to each other while their boyfriends shoot daggers his way with their eyes.

He reaches his locker, having already memorized his schedule. Last thing he wanted was to be was the stereotypical new kid with his eyes glued to a piece of paper, dependent on it and lost without it, sometimes even with. He starts pulling his books out of his satchel, his locker already decorated from the night before. He smiles at the smiling faces of his friends, missing them a bit. Reaching into his bag, he pulls out his hairspray to fix a stray piece he noticed came loose in his mirror.

And its thanks to that mirror that after he puts the can back, he notices a large mass of red and white coming toward him, white styrofoam cups in their hands.

His stomach drops to his feet. Slushies. Finn warned him about this. Lucky for Kurt Hummel, he always comes prepared.

Whipping around, he pulls a rainbow umbrella from his bag and hides it behind his back, closing his locker as he stares down the jocks approaching him. The one in front is fat, with short cropped brown hair and muddy brown eyes. His sneer is ugly and doesnt help his complexion at all Kurt notices. The letterman jacket-clad boys walk up to Kurt, trapping him between them and the lockers behind him.

Keeping his head high, he raises a plucked eyebrow at their direction, making a show of looking around at his new acquaintances. Remaining his air of confidence, he asks snarkily, "Can I help you gentlemen with something?", his voice sneering slightly at the word gentlemen. The fat one in front smiles smugly, soon followed by the others. So he seems to be the leader. Great.

"Oh nothing," he says cheekily. "We just wanted to wish the new homo a welcome to McKinley."

With that said, he hasnt even finished speaking before Kurt has unfurled the umbrella, curling into a ball on the ground so it covers all of him, as the jocks all hurl their fruity syrupy cups of ice at him. It isnt perfect, some still sneaks past and drips onto his boots and hair, but his outfit has survived the assault.

Standing up slowly, he shakes the umbrella off before closing it and placing it inside a baggie before returning it to his satchel. Taking a tissue from his bag, he delicately dabs at his boots and hair, taking all forms of colored ice from them. Lifting his head, he notices the looks of disbelief and shock on the jocks faces, their cups still dripping.

Smirking at them, he lifts a hand and parts them with it, strolling past as he shouts over his shoulder, "Why, thank you! Its wonderful here!" before disappearing around the corner for his first class, leaving fury in his place as it settles into the jocks. No one survives a Slushie attack here. No one.

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Hes heard all about it by second period. He ignored his teacher all of first while his people texted him the details about the jocks and the new kid. To say he was furious was an understatement.

Not even in the school for five minutes and already the jocks were trying to turn the kid into a rainbow? Who the fuck did they think they were? Just cause they were football players didnt mean they had the right to make kids life hell here. Hes spent his entire Highschool life trying to get that point across in their thick skulls.

Well, looks like its time for another lesson.

Finn Hudson:

Dude, you gotta do something about this! Yeah he was smart and saved himself, so its not so bad, but hes my brother dammit! I cant just let this go, theyll think they can do it again, and he might not be so lucky next time! Theyll throw him in a dumpster next and I dont want to listen to his whining about ruined designer clothes for weeks if they do!

Blaine Anderson:

Patience my friend. Have you told the others?

Finn Hudson:

Yeah, they know.

Blaine Anderson:

Then stick to the plan. I promise, they will pay for this.

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"Hey Karofsky!"

The jock turns at his name, only to find himself held against the brick wall, an elbow shoved against his windpipe.

Anderson. He shoulda known.

"Whats your problem, fairy?" Dave sneers, his voice coming out strangled thanks to the pressure on his throat.

"My problem?" Blaine demands angrily. "Im not the one who organized a rainbow attack on the new kid for being new!" he snarls.

Karofsky frowns at him, his face starting to purple. "Whats it to you, Anderson?" he retorts.

"You know damn well whats it to me, dick!" Blaine shouts back. "I need you Neanderthals to understand you dont have the right to treat kids this way just because theyre what you consider lame!" He emphasizes his point by pulling him back a little before slamming him back against the wall, emitting a choked gasp from the jock. "Not to mention he happens to be the brother of my good friend, our schools quarterback and lead male singer in our Glee club, one Mr. Finn Hudson. And you see, family of my family is my family as well, you understand?" He demands, digging his elbow in a little further.

Karofsky is scared now, man, since hes about thisclose to passing out. "Yeah, yeah, I understand!" he chokes out, grasping at Blaines biceps desperately. With a satisfied smirk, Blaine releases his hold on him and steps back, allowing the jock a gasp of air before harshly punching him in the gut. Karoffskys eyes grow huge as any air he could get leaves his body. He clutches at his stomach, falling to his knees and tears trickle out his eyes.

And then screams in pain as a savage kick is brought to his manhood. With a squeak, he falls to the side, his face scrunched in pain.

Blaine hovers over him, a glare on his face. "Stay away from the new kid," he growls, then swiftly turns on his heel, leaving the jock there in the dust as the lunch bell signals the passing period.

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"Cmon Kurt, you have to tryout for Glee club!" Finn whines to him during said lunch period. "Youre super talented and I know you love it, we could really use your talent to bring us to Nationals this year!"

Kurt pretends to think about it as he chews his salad, teasing his step-brother some more. "I dont know, Finn," he draws out, holding back his smirk at the pleading look his brother is sending him. "Arent you, like, the main male lead? And youve got plenty of girls, I doubt you need another," he adds with a roll of his eyes.

Finns eyes harden as he looks square into Kurts eyes. "You are not a girl," he whisper lowly. "Dont you dare let anyone tell you otherwise."

Kurt blinks in shock at his brothers intensity. Hes always been protective, thats true, so its actually kind of sweet, but seeing his easy going brother get so tense so fast lets him know something is up.

"Finn," he drags out slowly, his tone warning. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

Finn blushes and ducks his head, muttering something Kurt cant pick up. "Im sorry Finn, what was that?" he asks sweetly.

Finn sighs guiltily. "The Glee Club and I may have spray painted the locker room with rainbows as payback for attacking you this morning."

Kurt stares blankly at his brother, then blinks a few times. Suddenly hes laughing, his high pitch turning a few heads. "Oh my Gaga," he breathes, cheeks tinted red from laughter, "You didnt. Oh God tell me you didnt, I cant, I just cant," he breaks off, laughter overtaking him again.

Finn blushes and turns his head, muttering under his breath. When Kurt catches his breath he pulls his brother close in a hug, surprising the abnormally tall teenager. "Thank you, Finn," he mumbles against his chest. "Thats very sweet of you to defend me."

Finn awkwardly wraps his arms around the older teen, shocked by Kurts sudden show of PDA. "No problem, bro," he replies, just as the lunch bell rings for the next period.