"Girls, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend. All the way from New York City, Kurt Hummel," Mercedes said as she motioned to Kurt like he was some prize. She sat down on the empty side of the table and Kurt sat down beside her.

Santana gazed over at Kurt with a raised eyebrow as Brittany and Rachel leaned close over their trays with big smiles. "Welcome to our table, Kurt!" Rachel said with a little too much enthusiasm.

"New York City, you say?" asked Santana. "Wow."

"Is it true that NYC doesn't have a sun?" asked Brittany with a serious expression.

Kurt wore a big smile as he looked at everyone who was talking at him. New friends, hopefully? "No…" He could already guess that Brittany was your average dumb blonde.

While Kurt talked to Rachel and Brittany, Mercedes leaned over to Santana. "What do you think of Kurt? Think he's Pink Ladies-worthy? I mean, he is gay."

One of the rules of being a Pink Lady, besides only being allowed to date out of the T-Birds group, was to always be accepting of both sexes. Except the men had to be gay. That's how they viewed them having their own prideful ways of being accepting at this school where most others…weren't really all that accepting.

Santana looked at Mercedes and then over at Kurt. "He looks too pure to be Pink," she murmured.

"Yeah, but just think about it. We could change him. He's changeable. I met him a few weeks ago and," she paused as she looked at Kurt. He was laughing with Brittany while Rachel was talking. Probably talking about her own talents, "he has a side to him that would be perfect to be a part of the Pink Ladies," Mercedes explained.

Santana just sighed. She didn't exactly say 'no', which caused Mercedes to smile.

"Hi guys!" yelled the over-excited voice of Harmony, the school's top cheerleader who was in practically every after-school club. She was that one person who competed with the Pink Ladies when it came to popularity.

Everyone let out an unhappy groan, except Kurt, as Harmony came over, practically pushing Mercedes and Kurt aside so she could sit down, handing a small card over to Santana. "So as you know, I've been running for Class President. But! Guess who won?"

Santana gave her one large sarcastic smile. "Who?" Everything about Harmony was dripping with talent.

"ME!" she practically screamed.

Santana faked her excitement. Everyone else just simply gave a quick fake smile. Harmony was, by far, one of the prettiest girls in the school. She had perfect dark, long hair, bright baby blue eyes, and a huge smile. She was the only girl at the school who was able to get away with bright red lip stick without any other makeup on her face.

Harmony turned to Kurt. "Hi! You're the new student, right? Kurt Hummel? Hi. I'm Harmony. Head of the Cheerios. We'd love to have you on the squad! Try-outs are actually today after school!" And then she was thankfully gone.

Kurt stood there with a scared face. "Um," he breathed in, "what's the Cheerios and why does she want me to try out?"

The whole table giggled. "The Cheerios is McKinley's way of saying 'Cheerleaders'. It's a one-of-a-kind deal here in Lima," said Rachel before she took a bite from her macaroni salad.

"And besides. You scream gay. The only kind of guys here at McKinley that will join the Cheerios is you," Santana replied. "And they need guys."

"Badly," chimed in Mercedes as she rolled her eyes at Santana. "Don't listen to her. Join the Cheerios if you want to," she said as she looked over at Kurt. "But anyway. How was your summer, Kurt?"

Everyone leaned in. Something about Kurt screamed an exciting summer, which caused all of the Pink Ladies to lean in with interest.

Kurt shrugged sheepishly. "I met a boy."

The girls looked at each other with big smiles. "Tell us all about him," said Rachel.

"And the summer," chimed in Brittany.

"Well…" Kurt looked down at his tray and decided to spill everything. "Okay. So for our vacation this year, my parents wanted to take me to West Virginia where we stayed in this really nice beach-front house and stuff like that. Well, a few miles away from the house we stayed at was a little private beach. I just happened to stumble across it by accident. The next day, I returned to find a boy there. He'd just turned eighteen, so he's only a few months older than me. We instantly became friends. He was so friendly and easy to get along with.

"Day by day, we'd meet up, and then we'd act more and more like we knew each other our whole lives. And, girls, it really felt that way. It really did. And then we kissed and before I knew it, he was practically my boyfriend. I mean, we didn't really talk about it, but we basically were, y'know? And my whole summer revolved around him. Besides eating out and shopping with my parents, I'd spend my time with Blaine. He lived right there in West Virginia, so I guess his parents worked a lot. It was only here and there that they questioned where he was going. My parents constantly hounded me about where I was going."

"Girls, I was head-over-heels. I fell in love with him. I still love him." Kurt spoke with a heavy heart. It was like all of his past summer replaying through his mind at it was causing his heart to sting. He huffed a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Was he rich?" asked Brittany.

Kurt let out a short laugh that was half a comic-relief laugh and half a snicker. "Yes."

"Did he have a nice car?" asked Rachel. Rachel always had a thing where a car says a lot about a man.

Kurt let out another short laugh. "Yup. Nice, classic Mercedes."

They all raised his eyebrows.

"So? What was his name, Kurt!" Mercedes pressed.

"Gosh, this sounds like a boring summer. Did you guys 'get it on'?" Santana asked as soon as Mercedes asked about his name.

Kurt ignored Santana and looked at Mercedes with a shy smile. "His name was Blaine Anderson."

Rachel, who was taking a swig from her milk bottle, quickly put her bottle down and coughed, putting her napkin to her mouth as if she was spitting up her milk.

Mercedes and Santana's eyes widened while Brittany chocked on her bite of macaroni salad.

I.

"So, Blaine, we want details on your summer," said Puck as they all hung out on the football field's bleachers.

Artie was finishing off his apple while Sam was chewing on his sandwich, laughing hysterically at Finn, who was eating his mother's homemade sandwich.

"Yeah, you never gave us the details," agreed Sam.

Blaine sighed as he looked down at his apple in his hand. "Well, to be honest…I met a boy."

Puck smiled. "Ooo," he murmured as he playfully pushed Blaine's shoulder. "Tell us more, man!"

"Well. His name's Kurt. And gosh…he's so amazing. No words can describe him fully. I met him one day when I decided to head to my 'secret beach' while my parents were working late, after they dropped me off at our vacationing home that my dad bought. Well, okay," Blaine started as he sat down and everyone crowded around him, "So one day - a few days after I arrived there from the main city, and there was Kurt. I still remember what he was wearing. We were friends instantly. It was a summer love. And damn, did it happen so fast. It was a blast. I met him and instantly, I knew he was crazy for me. But they drifted away so fast."

"It was a summer fling…I mean, when I really think about it, it doesn't mean a thing," Blaine said as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to seem as cool as he usually tries to be. All the boys laughed with him at his thoughts. "As soon as it turned cold, it all ended. But I told him that we would still be friends. I mean. He's fun. A great friend. And he was, like really good, if you know what I mean." He gave everyone a sexually 'I'm cool' look as everyone cheered him on. But then his face fell slowly and he cleared his throat. "Or something like that. But…I wonder what he's doing right now, y'know?" Blaine said as he looked away from his friends.

"Well aren't you two keeping in touch?" asked Finn.

Blaine laughed. "No. We lost touch. I think he lost interest in me. But it's cool. I'm okay with moving on."

Artie gave him a suspicious look. "Are you?"

Blaine shrugged, brushing his question off as Puck clasped him on the shoulder proudly and Sam gave a big proud smile.

Meanwhile, back in the lunch area at the Pink Ladies' Table, Kurt looked at all of the Pink Ladies individually with a puzzled expression. "What?"

They all looked at each other, as if sharing a secret conversation that only they understood.

Sighing, Mercedes shook her head in attempt to make things seem normal. "N-nothing," she murmured.

Santana let out a quick laugh, ending in Brittany elbowing her and Rachel shaking her head like Mercedes.

"Well. I'm sure Prince Charming will show up soon. Maybe somewhere unexpected," she said with a sassy smile, getting up to dump her tray. The other girls, except Mercedes, followed Santana.

"What's their problem?" Kurt mumbled with curiosity.

The bell rang, showing that lunch was over. "Um…nothing. Kurt? I think we ought to get to class. Mrs. Jones hates it when her students are late," Mercedes mumbled as she grabbed Kurt's hand, dragging him from the lunch area and back into the school building once they dumped their trays.