Ah, school. I love school. Okay, so the learning is alright. And the being universally hated isn’t so swell. But I have Glee, and I love that. And today of all days is the beginning of my senior year! I am so lucky. And blessed. And fantastic. And, conceited, if my brother has anything to say about it. McKinley hasn’t ever been my favorite place on earth, but this year is starting out great. I can feel it. Finn and I are together, as it should be, and my dear little brother Blaine is finally joining me at McKinley. Okay, so just because he’s a year behind me in school doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. He’s only four minutes younger after all. He was in a terrible accident our freshman year. Not to worry though, because he’s with me now, and everything will be fine.

“So, baby brother, are you all ready for your first day at McKinley?” I asked Blaine. We were standing outside the doors to McKinley, and I wanted his entrance to be grand.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. As well as I know him, he’s still hard to read. Chances are good he was just a little nervous, but he would do just fine. I hope. I linked my arm into his, shoved on the door, and led him through the hallway. My locker was first on the list.

My wonderful on-again, off-again boyfriend Finn was standing next to my locker when we arrived.

“Good morning, my love,” I said to him as we approached. He kissed my cheek. I loved Finn more than I could possibly express, and I had tried time and time again, each time to no avail. The time we spent apart split my heart, but the time we spent together stitched it back together. The kiss sent shivers down my spine, as they always did. I turned away to fuss with my lock. This stupid lock has been giving me problems for years. Alright, I thought. 36-2-32. My fingers twisted the lock, and for the first time in a long while, it opened on the first try. Finn turned around and had a flower in his hand. I hadn’t even noticed it. He looked up at me, smiled, and put the pretty pink tulip into my pink pencil cup on my locker door.

“Have a good first day, babe,” he said with a small smile. He cupped my face with his hand and I leaned into it. It was one of my favorite things that Finn did, and he did it so well. He understood that even the smallest touch from him meant the world to me. He then turned to my brother, to reassure him for the day. I really admired the way that Finn and my brother connected. I know they weren’t best friends or anything, but to know that Blaine had a friend other than me at this school made me feel a little better.

After a little talk with Blaine, we headed off to our respective homeroom classes. I was super excited to have Mercedes and Mike in my homeroom, but I was more excited for my first period history class. My best friend Kurt was in that class with me, and boy oh boy, did we have things to talk about.