Blaine was the first one in the classroom; he sat on his favorite spot, front row, right in the middle. That way he never missed a detail and it was close to the teacher's desk. He waited patiently for the room to get fill slowly by students until the teacher arrived. Blaine's heart raced when he saw the tall man carrying a stack of papers, "Syllabi," he thought and smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to see what was written in them, which topics they would be discussing throughout the school year. It was a great beginning.

When Kurt opened the door, he certainly didn't expect to see the classroom already full with students, he was sure he hadn't walked that slowly, still when the teacher looked up to see him, he didn't seem upset, in fact the teacher smiled to Kurt and motioned him to go inside. Kurt smiled back but it faded away once he saw the only seat left was on the front row, he really didn't like the front row but he just shrugged it off.

"Wow," was all Blaine could think when that boy had entered the classroom, he had never seen anyone like him, "Snap out of it, Anderson, it's not like you have a shot," he shook his head, he couldn't afford getting distracted, especially not by a boy who wouldn't even give him the time. When he looked up again, there he was, sitting right next to him. His eyes went wide, "He's so close! Oh god what do I do?" But he didn't have time to do anything, the tall teacher started talking.

"Good morning everyone, now I'm aware you don't know who I am. No, I am not a sub, but I am new to the school." He walked to whiteboard and started writing his name, "You can all call me Mr. Westfield," he turned to look at the class and smiled at them, "I hope we can all get along this year, meaning I want no troublemakers, I won't tolerate any inappropriate behavior and if I leave an assignment I expect quality, I expect work worthy of students that signed for an advanced class. If you don't think you'll be able to handle it, you may leave the class now." Everyone fell silent; the sudden tension in the room was palpable.

"I am so screwed," Kurt thought.

"I can't wait for our first assignment!" Blaine thought.

"Well, let's begin shall we?" Mr. Westfield walked to his desk and took the papers he was carrying earlier, "These are your syllabi; I'd recommend you to not lose them since I included the list of books we'll be studying, the assignments and the specific dates in which you'll deliver said assignments. If anything changes, I'll let you know, but for now just follow the instructions and pointers and you should be fine." As he said this, he went through the desks handing out the syllabuses to the students. There were several pages all jointed by a staple in the upper left corner.

At that point, Kurt was seriously considering running out of the classroom and beg for any other class, alas he then remembered why he signed for AP English, it looked good in college applications, he knew this was going to be hard so he made himself suck it up and deal with it.

If there was something Blaine loved more than bowties and wearing no socks, it was a good challenging class, that's why he had signed for as many AP classes as he could, cause he liked the assignments, he liked learning new things every day, he liked to be tested on his knowledge. He smiled, though when he looked at the boy sitting next to him, he assumed it wouldn't be as easy or enjoyable for him as it was for Blaine, he then hoped they would sit next to each other all year long, that way he could help that boy and they could talk and who knows, maybe Blaine would gain a friend!

When Mr. Westfield handed Kurt his syllabus, the boy said thanks and thought about giving it a quick look. It wasn't the list of books that made Kurt's mouth hang slightly open, it was the papers he would be writing about them, the teacher hadn't been kidding about the thoroughness he wanted for the assignments. There was a certain font to use, a specific size, the questions to answer (which were at least 20 on some of them) and of course, the minimum of pages. Kurt's head started to hurt just of thinking about it. He had absolutely no idea how he would survive to this class.

"Are you okay?" Kurt heard someone said by his left. He turned to see who had said the words and he saw a nerdy kid with the worst outfit Kurt had ever seen in his life; but the guy had kind eyes that expressed genuine concern.

"Yeah," Kurt smiled and nodded, "thanks." Well, the class wouldn't be so bad if he was going to have that kind of support, yeah the year was already starting to look better; maybe seating on the front row wasn't so bad at all.

Of course, only a teacher would be able to crush the dream of two boys in a second, "Now about your seats," everybody tensed even more in the room, "I'm gonna arrange your seats by name. Which means, "Mr. Westfield looked at the attendance list, "Mr. Anderson," Blaine looked up, "You'll be the lucky winner who gets the first seat!" It seemed like this teacher actually enjoyed to make their lives miserable since the bastard was smiling, practically laughing! Blaine took his stuff and reluctantly sat on the very first seat, right in front of the professor's desk. He looked in awe at the other boy, wishing his last name started with...a D? Maybe an F?

"Hummel!" Kurt looked up and was pointed to his respective seat, three rows away from the nerdy kid that went by the name of Anderson. Well that did it, Kurt officially hated that class already. Could it get worse from there?