Kurt rolled his eyes, waving off yet another apology. They were sitting in the shade of the store with the tiny-curly-haired-spitfire. After Anderson had left, she had immediately waved them over to apologize and introduce them.

"My name's Blair," she said, handing Finn and Kurt two coke bottles. "But if you value your life, you will never call me that."

So, apparently they were only allowed to call her "Beatrix." Kurt withheld asking why anyone would have such a name, another wise move.

The DX worker who had faced down with Anderson was Soda. 'How many more people have weirder names in this town?' Kurt thought. That thought was instantly squashed when another dark-haired boy said his name was Ponyboy.

"So, anyway, who was that guy?" Kurt asked Beatrix, swirling his can of coke, watching the condensation drip.

Steve, Soda's best friend, coughed a little at the question. Everyone suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable. Beatrix rolled her eyes at all of them and said, "That was Blaine Anderson, the resident douche-bag of the West side."

This started another bout of coughing from Steve, who had choked on his coke intake. "You okay there, big guy?" Beatrix patted him on the back.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Steve mumbled under his breath, his coughing ceasing.

"Anyways, Anderson's a Soc," Beatrix continued, keeping an eye on Steve.

"What's a Soc?" Finn piped up, looking as confused as Kurt by the name.

"It's short for Socials," Two-Bit offered. "Y'know, the 'popular' kids."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why do you call them that though?"

"'Cause they're stuck up assholes," Steve snarled, his lip curling up in disgust.

"Steve!" Ponyboy chastised.

"So, you guys really hate them..." Finn mumbled, still confused as ever.

Beatrix slammed her coke bottle down so hard it made Kurt and Finn jump. "They're the scum of the earth!"

Kurt saw Ponyboy flinch a bit at that, Soda looked at his brother with an apologetic expression. Hmmm...

"Yeah, there are only a handful of Socs we can actually stand," Two-Bit added.

Kurt and Finn looked at each other discreetly, eyebrows cocked in surprise. Damn, who knew a small town like this had so much drama?

After a long moment of silence, Finn asked, "What's so bad about them?"

It was like they had all been scandalized. Beatrix glared at Finn. Two-Bit's eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared beneath his hair. Steve rolled his eyes at them, as if they were a bunch of little kids. Ponyboy looked uncomfortable. Soda just looked a bit confused, like how any could ever confuse the Socs with good guys.

"What?" Finn asked confusedly and turned to Kurt. "What did I say?"

Kurt just shrugged at him, just as confused. They hadn't been getting real answers from Beatrix. "Hey, he called you something, too. I forgot what…"

"He called me a greaser," Beatrix supplied, taking a sip of her coke.

Finn and Kurt looked at her expectantly. She sighed and said, "He called me a greaser 'cause that's what I am. What we all are," she indicated the other guys around her.

"The hell's a greaser?" Finn said.

"A hood," Soda said with a rakish smile.

"...Oh."

The next morning found Kurt in his bathroom, slathering himself with various lotions and moisturizers. He was humming the words to a Beach Boys song along with the blasting radio that rested on his nightstand.

They hadn't finished packing yet. Kurt had done about 1/3 of all that needed to be unpacked for his room. Just looking at the many boxes turned his mood sour. Oh well, maybe he'd just get Finn to help. Or probably do it all. Whatever.

Suddenly, a deeper, but on-tune voice decided to sing along.

Kurt jumped in his chair, using his moisturizer as a shield. "Finn! What the hell? You don't sneak up on a guy like that!"

"Jeez, sorry, dude!" Finn threw his hands up in defense.

Kurt sighed and turned back to his mirror, resuming his morning routine. God, maybe he'd get some real privacy when Finn finally left for college.

"Dude, it's already almost nine! Mom said you need to leave or you'll be late for your first day of a brand new school!" Finn basically screamed that last part in Kurt's ear.

Kurt swatted Finn away, rolling his eyes at his brother. He was not ready for his first day at this new school. He had woken up late, completely throwing off his daily moisturizing routine. He hadn't even had any coffee yet! and on top of that, he had an annoying brother who kept reminding him of it. Ugh, this day was going great.

He threw on his jacket, flipping off Finn on his way to his door. It was the first he actually noticed how late it was and how late he was going to be if he didn't get to his car and fast. He grabbed a bagel and his coffee that Carole had made him (bless her, really). "Bye, dad! Bye, Carole!" He kissed each their cheeks and dashed out the front door.

He was about to start his car when - knock. "Holy shit!" When he turned to look out his driver window, he instantly glared at the brown eyes staring back at him. "What the fuck, Finn? Did we not just talk about surprising me like that?"

The brown-eyed giant merely raised his eyebrow and motioned Kurt to roll the window down. "Did you forget something?"

"What are you talking abou-" Kurt broke off when Finn raised his arms, his eyes trained on the items hanging off them. He felt color rising in his cheeks and down his clavicle. He took a deep breath and said, "Give them to me."

Finn shrugged, a smirk playing on his face as me played with the strap of Kurt's book bag. He was spinning Kurt's car keys on his finger. "I don't know, dude. You were pretty rude to me this morning." With big puppy dog eyes and a pout, he continued, "It huwt my feewings!"

"Goddamit! Finn, I'm gonna be late!" Finn merely raised his eyebrows. Kurt huffed angrily, "Fine. Jeez, I'm sorry, okay? Can I have my stuff?"

Finn smiled in approval and nodded, passing Kurt his book bag and car keys. He resisted the urge to flip Finn off again, instead turning the key in the ignition. He backed out of the drive, singing along to the end of the Beach Boys song with the radio.

Kurt slammed his locker door shut, juggling his books into his book bag. He hadn't arrived especially late, but he had had only 3 minutes to get to his class that morning. His Math teacher had been late herself so he didn't have to worry.

Everyone in the school seemed nice enough. In truth, it was just like McKinley. Everyone had their own clique, their own lunch table to sit at, their own little group of friends. The jocks were big, bullying, douche-bags, not unlike McKinley. The cheerleaders were snotty, looking down on everyone, not unlike McKinley's Cheerios. There were the geeks, the wannabes, and just the plain nobodies. It was just like any other high school, but Kurt couldn't help but compare every aspect of his day to his three years at McKinley. He barely paid attention in any of his classes because of this.

He only had one class left for the day: English. It was one of his easiest classes, an easy A. Now all he had to do was find the classroom. The map on the back of his schedule didn't help much because he had still gotten lost when he had tried to find the gymnasium.

"Hey, excuse m-" Kurt fell to the floor in a heap, another body landing on top of him. his breath got knocked out of him as the unfamiliar weight shifted.

"Shit!" A voice cursed, the body finally moved off of Kurt.

Kurt opened his eyes to find a Latina girl brushing herself off. She flipped her hair out of her face,smoothing it down while helping Kurt off the ground.

Kurt mimicked her and brushed himself off, grabbing his book bag off the ground. He crouched down to help her pick up her scattered books off the ground. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry. If I'm late for another class, I'll be thrown off the cheerleading squad and I do not need more baggage like that on me. Like seriously, who does that train wreck of a principal think he -" She cut herself off.

"Never mind, you probably don't wanna hear about my lousy day," she mumbled.

Kurt threw her a once-over. She was in a red and white cheerleading outfit, her hair was in a poor excuse for a ponytail, and there seemed to be bags under her eyes. "It's okay, I think I know what you mean."

The girl smiled a little at him. "My name's Santana."

"Kurt," he replied, giving her a handshake. She cocked an eyebrow at the firm grip.

"You new here?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "First day here."

"Yeah, I figured," Santana shrugged a little. "Or else you would have run the other way when you saw it was me you ran into."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "I'm the queen bitch 'round here," she explained. "Most people would rather hang off our school statue by their underwear than face my wrath."

Kurt laughed a little, he liked this girl. Then he remembered why he had been rushing. "Hey, do you know where Mr. Syme's English class is?"

Santana gave him another white-toothed smile. "What a coincidence. It's right on the way to the gym."

Kurt laughed a little again at her comical expression. He bowed a little, holding a hand out as if he were asking her to dance. "Well, then Miss Santana, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to said English class?"

Santana giggled a little, then threw her hair back, going along with it. "Why I would be delighted to, Mister Kurt."

They laughed at their antics.

While they were walking Kurt found out that Santana lived on the East side (or as she referred to it:"the wrong side of the tracks") with the greasers so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when she confirmed that she was a Greaser. And since Kurt lived closer to the East side and the West, they exchanged phone numbers and addresses.

"Do you know Beatrix?" Kurt asked. They were at his classroom door now, students were still bustling through the hallways, trying to make it to their classes.

"Bea? Oh yeah!" Santana smiled widely at the mention of the name. "She's one bad-ass biatch."

Kurt laughed. "I agree."

After another minute of talking, Santana finally excused herself to get to the gym. "There's going to be a pep rally this Friday, you should come!" After Kurt agreed, she ran all the way to her class with a little wave.

Kurt pushed open the door to his English class and quickly stepped inside so the herd of students filing in too wouldn't trample him. 'Jeez, they must take their education very seriously,' Kurt thought.

He walked over to the teacher's desk in the front of the room. "Mr. Syme?"

A middle-aged, blonde man turned around. He smiled at Kurt. "Kurt Hummel, right? My new student?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"Here's the syllabus," Mr. Syme handed Kurt a packet of stapled papers. "And you can sit right over there."

Kurt sat in the seat Mr. Syme had indicated which was in the back, but in front of the last chair. He swung his book bag onto the seat, letting it hang against the back. Students kept on filing into the room until most of the chairs were taken. There was tons of chatter until the bell rang loudly overhead. Kurt held his hand over his ears until the noise stopped.

Mr. Syme cleared his throat, getting the students attention. "Let's start off with a pop quiz!"

The entire class groaned simultaneously, Kurt included. Just what he needed on his first day.

Before Mr. Syme could even pick up the little test papers, a loud bang made everyone jump in their seats. Kurt looked over at the door to see someone standing in the doorway. The guy had on a leather jacket, a beanie, and sunglasses. Indoors?' Kurt thought with a grimace. How tacky.

"Thank you for joining us, Blaine," Mr. Syme said with a scowl. "Take your seat."

Kurt didn't even bat an eye at the name, having temporarily forgotten about what went down yesterday.

"Sure thing, Mr. Syme," Blaine replied in an overly-gushy voice. Kurt could practically feel him roll his eyes.

Blaine stomped through the rows of desks, stopping at Kurt momentarily to stare him down. Kurt cocked and eyebrow and glared at the sunglasses-covered eyes. Blaine smirked and scoffed a little. Kurt thought he was moving on to sit somewhere else, he was surprised when Blaine slammed his book down onto the desk behind him and slumped down in the seat.

Mr. Syme stared down at Blaine for a moment, confirming the boy wasn't up to anything before continuing with passing out papers.

Kurt felt a tug on his jacket. He narrowed his eyes and turned on his bitch face before turning around. "Yes?"

Blaine smiled crookedly, it was a cocky smile, Kurt could tell. Blaine then proceeded to pull his beanie off his head and his sunglasses off his face. "Just wanted to re-introduce myself after yesterday. I bet Blair has told you great things."

"Who the hell is Bl-" Ohymfuckinggod!