"Come on kiddo, Ohio might not be all that bad," Burt said to his only son, Kurt Hummel as he sulked in the back seat of the car.

"Oh yeah sure dad, homophobia central will give a gay teenager so many more opportunities than New York City." Kurt slumped back into his seat, he had been bitter ever since his dad approached him in their New York apartment and told him they'd have to move to Ohio to take over Kurt's late grandfather's auto-shop.

"Well, you'll be back in New York for college in a few years, might as well just make the most of the situation."

"I know, I'm sorry dad I'm just not too thrilled with the idea."

"I know son, I know."

They'd be living in Barney Hummel's house, Barney had died a few months prior and had passed down his shop to Burt Hummel - his eldest child. Of course Burt needed to move to Ohio to take over his father's 'legacy'. He just hoped in time Kurt would understand. It was understandable however, for Kurt to be this down about the move. He was leaving his dream city, a place of acceptance and all the opportunities needed for a rising star such as himself.

"Well, we're here." Kurt looked out the window at his new 'home', the house itself didn't look too bad, hell, in fact Ohio didn't look too bad. Didn't mean it wasn't; from what he had heard the people in it weren't exactly nice, especially to out-and-proud musically inclined beings like Kurt Hummel.

"Oh joy." Kurt muttered as he stepped out the car, Burt sighed; removing his cap and rubbing at his head. It would take a while but Kurt would come around, he hoped.

Moving in didn't take as long as expected, started organising his room once he helped his dad with the rest of house. He needed something to remind him of his home, so his room was decorated just like it was when he was in New York. After hanging up the collage of all the pictures of his friends, he stood back and surveyed the room. It was a bit bigger than his room back in his New York apartment, but it wasn't the same at all. Right now it didn't feel like 'home'.

There was a knock on his door and Kurt told his dad to come in. "Hey kiddo," he started, looking around the room. "Looks great."

"Thanks," Kurt smiled, the best he could.

"Look I know you probably would rather not think about this right now, but I just got off the phone with McKinley High, you start on Monday."

"Great," Kurt said with mock enthusiasm.

"Just give it a chance okay Kurt? Give this whole new life a chance."

"Sure dad." Kurt said, not really wanting to start anymore arguments between him and his father, the past few weeks had been stressful enough. "I'll start dinner soon, you must be exhausted from all the moving." Kurt smiled, trying to keep the peace.

"Thanks kiddo." Burt said and left Kurt's room.

Kurt would give this place a chance, after all Kurt was known for making the best out of really bad situations.

Monday came quicker than Kurt would have hoped. He spent the past three days looking up his new school and trying to make judgements based on what he read. Apparently the football team there hardly ever won games, but the cheerleading squad won national championship after national championship. He read briefly about the glee club; 'New Directions'. Not the best name Kurt had heard but it is an Ohio show choir after all. They hadn't won anything memorable, one sectionals and one regionals. Kurt briefly wondered if he would join, he was in Glee club in New York after all, however he wasn't quite sure how the Glee Club in Ohio would be, or worse how it would be accepted.

Kurt sat in the principals office, sitting in front of the small Indian man who at the moment was talking about his 'no vampire policy' Kurt didn't know whether he was serious or not but didn't really want to question it.

"Now Mr Hummel, I'm sure you'll do well here at McKinley, if you have any issues whatsoever don't be afraid to come and see me or another member of the faculty." Kurt nodded and accepted his timetable from Principal Figgins.

He looked at Principal Figgins expectedly, waiting for the man to send someone to show him around. After a few minutes of awkward silence and a few coughs from the Principal Kurt got the message and walked out of the office, to attempt to find his locker and his classes all by himself.

"What great hospitality," Kurt muttered to himself as he walked down the hall.

"What was that homo?" He heard someone spit at him and Kurt spun around on his heel to face the Neanderthal who dare address him in such a way.

"Excuse me?" Kurt said as he faced the 6'5 football player.

"I said what was that, homo." He pronounced the last word with extra force.

"Wow," Kurt started, putting on his famous bitch glare. "For someone with as big of a head as yours, your insults are rather limited in that obviously tiny brain."

At this point the whole hall of students were silent, watching the exchange between the 'new kid' and one of McKinley's infamous bullies - Karofsky.

"Look, new kid. I don't know who you think you are, from whatever gay, glittery, rainbow colony you came from but around here; you're nothing." Karofsky poked Kurt in the shoulder forcefully as he walked past the other boy. "Better get than in your head fast, because with that kind of attitude you're not going to last here long, fairy."

Kurt stood there in shock, usually he would bite back with some witty comment but he was just stunned. No one had ever spoken to him like that; sure there was some homophobic people in New York, and some people who just didn't like him because of other reasons; but never was there someone who was just so spiteful to him without even knowing him. McKinley was already beginning to seem like the worst idea ever.

Kurt lifted his head up high and carried on walking towards what he guessed was his locker. Before he could open it however a small, bouncy brunette ran up to him.

"I can not believe what you just said to Karofsky! No one has ever spoken to him like that!" The girl said, not even stopping for breath between sentences.

Kurt smirked, "well it was about time someone did then."

The girl nodded and placed out her hand in front of her. "I'm Rachel Berry, the biggest star in this school but of course no one notices that, their obvious jealousy clouds their minds."

Kurt laughed lightly, this girl seemed a bit obnoxious but he was used to that back at home, maybe this girl could turn out to be a good friend. It would be nice to have some form of New York in this horrible place.

"Kurt Hummel." Kurt said, extending his own hand. "I must warn you though, back in New York I was the biggest star; so you might have to competition there."

Rachel's eyes widened. "New York?! You're from New York? No way! You need to tell me all about it!"

And that's how Kurt Hummel made his first friend, it might not be much right now but at least he had someone to walk to his first class with, since they found out they shared it. He even got to tell her all the great things about New York, she hung onto every word and it was nice to feel appreciated for the first time since stepping foot in Ohio.

The first few classes went well, Rachel was in every one of his classes; which Kurt felt a great sense of relief. Also that Karofsky didn't seem to be in any either, another plus side. Lunch rolled around quicker than he expected and before he knew it he was sitting next to Rachel and meeting all of her friends, Kurt found out Rachel was in the Glee Club, to which Rachel tried to convince him to join. Kurt had answered maybe and left it at that, he didn't want to make any commitments just yet.

Kurt was laughing along to something Rachel's friend Mercedes said when he first spotted him.

Across the lunch room, sitting on his own was the most beautiful boy Kurt had ever seen. Kurt sat there staring at this boy, not really sure why he was so forcefully attracted to him; Kurt wanted to know everything about him. He wanted to know who he was, why he was alone, why he looked so detached from the world.

Rachel noticed Kurt spacing out of the conversation and followed his eye line to maybe get a clue as to why.

"Kurt!" Rachel shouted, forcing Kurt to look away from this dreamy mystery boy. "Please tell me you're not getting love-eyes over Blaine Anderson!"

Blaine Anderson? That's his name? Kurt smiled, his name suits him.

"Kurt!" Rachel shouted again and by now the rest of Glee Club and even some closer tables were staring at Kurt to see what the commotion was about.

"I uh… why is he sitting alone?" Kurt said. Not denying that he was staring.

"He always does." Mercedes offers.

"Yeah, he has been this way for a few months." Artie, another one of Rachel's fellow Glee Clubbers said.

"He used to be different," Finn said. "I mean, like he used to be in Glee Club but then-"

"Finn!" Rachel shouted, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. "We vowed never to speak of him again!"

"Yeah but Kurt asked…" Finn trailed off, going back to paying attention to his food.

"Kurt, listen." Rachel said, crossing he hands in front of her. "I know he may seem interesting, but trust me that's a road you don't wanna go down."

Kurt nodded, not really promising anything. Once Rachel went back to talking about herself and upcoming Glee songs she would sing, Kurt chanced another look at the boy.

Kurt wasn't expecting Blaine to be looking back at him at the same moment, those hazel eyes boring into his. Kurt swallowed nervously and looked away, the intensity of Blaine's gaze being too much. When he couldn't bare it any longer and looked back up a few moments later, Blaine was gone.

Bad idea or not Kurt was going to know Blaine Anderson, even if it was the last thing he ever did.