Suddenly_Hollie
May 3, 2013, 11:11 a.m.
Anything for the Crown: Chapter 1
K - Words: 469 - Last Updated: May 03, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Apr 07, 2013 - Updated: May 03, 2013 89 0 0 0 0
Author's Notes: I own nothing. I listened to the song 'Primadonna' by Marina and the Diamonds when writing this chapter, so go and take a listen if you like.
Chapter 1
It was October. Possibly the worst time for cheerleading outside, ever. It was cold and windy and the wind whipped the autumn leaves round the worn track in mini hurricanes of burnt orange. Nevertheless, the elaborate pyramids, throws and catches had to be rehearsed for any impromptu performances in which the Cheerios decided to play back up for the glee club or any actual competitions.
These autumnal mid-afternoon performances were down to the organisational skills of one Kurt Hummel, Captain of the Cheerios, a boy who could bend over backwards both literally, into a handspring with a double twist, and figuratively, for Coach Sylvester's demands. There was little he couldn't do. Kurt Hummel was the all singing, all dancing superstar of William McKinley High School. Kurt Hummel had everything, friends, talent, fame and admiration from everyone. He'd even managed to wrap the staff around his little finger by the end of freshman year.
Kurt was the definition of 'star' at McKinley. Kurt was one of those people that parted the ocean of kids every time he walked down the hall, the kind of guy who could snap his fingers in the air and have exactly what he wanted. He'd risen above the jocks years ago and now his senior year had begun better than any other. Still riding high off the back of a nationals win for the Cheerios last summer, being voted as Prom King after an extortionate campaign for the crown and a shoe-in for a full scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country.
Yes, Kurt Hummel had it all and everyone knew it.
It was another of those blustery October days when Kurt had burst in to the school, in his usual fashion, through the double doors, cheerio uniform slick to the contour of every muscle in his body. With messenger bag slung over his shoulder, celebrity-huge sunglasses fitted neatly on the bridge of his nose, striding with a cat-walk precision through the hallways as the other, apparently star struck, students edged out of his way. People stared, they always did, and honestly, Kurt expected nothing less than to be adored whilst in the presence of anyone he deemed below him.
"Hummel! Hey, Kurt wait up!" Santana's voice filled the hallway and the hush that had fallen before worked its way back up again into a drone of chatter. "You know it's not summer, don't you?" She asked, nodding towards the pair of sunglasses Kurt was slowly tucking away.
"I'm fully aware of the season, but UV rays know no equinox."
"Really?" Santana rolled her eyes as the pair walked to Kurt's locker.
"Look, I have to get to Math. SATs don't do themselves."
"They might for you," she muttered as Kurt walked away from her, fitting the glasses back to his eyes.
It was October. Possibly the worst time for cheerleading outside, ever. It was cold and windy and the wind whipped the autumn leaves round the worn track in mini hurricanes of burnt orange. Nevertheless, the elaborate pyramids, throws and catches had to be rehearsed for any impromptu performances in which the Cheerios decided to play back up for the glee club or any actual competitions.
These autumnal mid-afternoon performances were down to the organisational skills of one Kurt Hummel, Captain of the Cheerios, a boy who could bend over backwards both literally, into a handspring with a double twist, and figuratively, for Coach Sylvester's demands. There was little he couldn't do. Kurt Hummel was the all singing, all dancing superstar of William McKinley High School. Kurt Hummel had everything, friends, talent, fame and admiration from everyone. He'd even managed to wrap the staff around his little finger by the end of freshman year.
Kurt was the definition of 'star' at McKinley. Kurt was one of those people that parted the ocean of kids every time he walked down the hall, the kind of guy who could snap his fingers in the air and have exactly what he wanted. He'd risen above the jocks years ago and now his senior year had begun better than any other. Still riding high off the back of a nationals win for the Cheerios last summer, being voted as Prom King after an extortionate campaign for the crown and a shoe-in for a full scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country.
Yes, Kurt Hummel had it all and everyone knew it.
It was another of those blustery October days when Kurt had burst in to the school, in his usual fashion, through the double doors, cheerio uniform slick to the contour of every muscle in his body. With messenger bag slung over his shoulder, celebrity-huge sunglasses fitted neatly on the bridge of his nose, striding with a cat-walk precision through the hallways as the other, apparently star struck, students edged out of his way. People stared, they always did, and honestly, Kurt expected nothing less than to be adored whilst in the presence of anyone he deemed below him.
"Hummel! Hey, Kurt wait up!" Santana's voice filled the hallway and the hush that had fallen before worked its way back up again into a drone of chatter. "You know it's not summer, don't you?" She asked, nodding towards the pair of sunglasses Kurt was slowly tucking away.
"I'm fully aware of the season, but UV rays know no equinox."
"Really?" Santana rolled her eyes as the pair walked to Kurt's locker.
"Look, I have to get to Math. SATs don't do themselves."
"They might for you," she muttered as Kurt walked away from her, fitting the glasses back to his eyes.