“What did I tell you about returning, fag?” threatened Karofsky in a bitterly cold voice.

Kurt just stared at Karofsky with wide eyes, awaiting whatever might come next.

“Hey!” an angry voice sounded from just down the hall.

“What's going on?”

Kurt wasn’t sure if he should be too hopeful to be relieved or not but he turned his head anyways to be looking up at a male with dark, gelled, curly hair, bushy triangular eyebrows, and a similar messengers bag on his shoulder (except, his was a light caramel brown color and Kurt's was a very dark ivory brown) striding over to them in a hurried and rather angry pace.

“Get to class,” the man hissed at Karofsky, who had pushed his eyebrows together in frustration and humiliation as he slowly backed away as if he didn’t want to.

Kurt sighed and stared at the floor, not sure if he should get to his feet and head to his next class or stay there until he was completely unnoticeable as he blended into the annoying shade of red lockers. The man soon walked over to Kurt and outstretched a hand to help Kurt up. Not knowing what he was doing, Kurt took the man's hand and was pulled to his feet.

“Thanks,” mumbled Kurt, avoiding the man's eye contact.
The dark-haired man patted Kurt's shoulder. “Anytime. If that boy gives you anymore trouble, you come to me, okay?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes on Kurt.

Was he a new student here at William McKinley? No, that was a stupid question. No student could have that authority over Karofsky. But he looked young enough. Kurt just nodded his head, looking up at the man finally to find himself caught in a pair of flawless hazel eyes like a deer caught in a headlight. His eyes widened. Oh my dear God, Kurt thought. He's flawless!

“You'd better get to class. See ya around,” said the man who was now walking away.

Kurt stood there like a statue, watching the stranger walk away. He didn't even get to get his name. He was determined to get it later though. Relief washed over him as he sucked in a breath and walked down the halls in a sort of power-walk, hoping he wouldn't be late for French.

“I don't understand why Mr. Schue wouldn't agree on me taking over Glee Club!” Rachel ranted on, who was sitting in one of the front chairs in the choir room with an enraged expression, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive way with her knees crossed.

Quinn glared at the back of Rachel's head. “Gee, I wonder why,” she murmured sarcastically as she looked at Finn and rolled her eyes, giving him the how-do-you-stand-her look.

Kurt sat in the empty seat next to Rachel and gave her a bored expression. “Rachel, if you haven't noticed...if we want to go to Sectionals, we need a director,” Kurt said in a blank tone.

Rachel ignored Kurt. “All that I'm saying is that I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'd be the perfect director for the Glee Club,” said Rachel, her nose stuck up in the air.

“Guys, can I punch the bitch, please?” begged Santana in a sarcastic tone as she shot darts in the back of Rachel's head with her eyes.

“I heard talk that we'd be getting our new director today,” said Artie in the background.

Kurt scoffed. “No one wants to direct a Glee Club. Let alone ours, which is totally obvious with the fact that we sucked at Regionals last year,” complained Kurt in the same bored tone.

Mercedes gave Kurt an offended look.

“You're wrong,” spoke a familiar voice.

Everyone looked up at the man who stepped through the door of the choir room. Kurt dropped his mouth. It was the dark, curly-haired man who saved Kurt from Karofsky earlier.

“Hi, I'm Mr. Anderson and I will be your new Glee director,” said the man in a friendly and smooth voice.

“Damn he's hot,” mumbled Santana, who was looking Mr. Anderson from head to toes repeatedly, undressing him with her mind.

Mr. Anderson looked at Kurt and smiled, nodding his head. “Glad to see you here.”

Kurt’s face heated up as he smiled a wide, cheeky grin. But before he could say anything, “Wait, so you're the new director?” blurted out Rachel.

Finn half-smiled. “Sweet,” he commented.

Mr. Anderson placed his book bag on the desk nearby and sat down at the piano. “So, you guys didn't win Regionals? Well we're going to make sure we win it this year,” he spoke with confidence. “I'm gonna show you guys what I got and then I want you guys to show me what you got,” he then added as he flipped up the piano's cover and began playing an oddly familiar melody.

Everyone's eyes widened and stared at Mr. Anderson. Tears formed in Kurt's eyes as his mouth dropped open in astonishment and how smooth and beautiful Mr. Anderson's voice really was.

Kurt found himself looking over at Rachel to see her expression. Pure defeat. Rachel's big brown eyes were widened with worry and her mouth was dropped wide opened. Kurt smiled. He loved that look on Rachel's face even though they were close friends. Sometimes, she just needed it. Kurt drew his attention back to Mr. Anderson momentarily.

The room went silent when Mr. Anderson finished off the song. Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. Kurt was highly impressed. Everyone stared at Mr. Anderson, not sure if they should clap or just pretend it never happened.. Mr. Anderson looked at the class and smiled as he put the piano cover back down and took his time with getting to his feet.

“Now for you guys to show me what you got. Everyone's starting fresh this year. You will each audition. I will also put up sign-ups for auditions for others to apply. Auditions start now if you want,” Mr. Anderson explained as he shrugged his shoulder and buried his hands in his pockets, gently leaning his backside against the ebony piano behind him.

Kurt just stared, unmoving and unable to blink his eyes in fear of this being a dream. Holy mother of Gaga, I have a crush on the new director.