My mother never remarried because she was always busy with her musicals and designing in her free time. Dad had also been single for a long time but recently he had remarried. My father now lived with Carole and her son Finn, which meant that I suddenly had a steph-mother and he was now steph-brother.

Even though it may sound pretty funny it's not, at all. Forks is a small town, covered in thick layers of clouds, in the state Washington.
It is about the smallest rainiest place in the U.S you will ever find. And that is where I will be living now.

Of course I had visited my dad a couple of times there, but that was a long time ago. I had never thought of having to move here but my mom had gotten a big role in a play which she had to travel a lot for. She knew I had school and I wasn't old enough to live on my own.

She talked about it with me and she said she wouldn't take the role. I knew it was her dream to travel and act around the world so I told her she should accept it. After a lot of discussions and mind-changing she finally accepted the part. Which left me with the fact that I would have to live with my dad.

Don't get me wrong, I mean I love my father but the thought of moving to a place with almost no sun, too much rain and far away from my beloved New York.. I knew it was only for a year, because when I'd turn 18 I would move back to New York to become a famous actor or broadway star! But it was still quite depressing.

My mom and I have a lot in common. We both like musicals, shopping, cooking, designing and singing. People always tell me I have my mothers eyes, also we share the same chestnutbrown hair as my mother.

"Kurt" my mom said. "You know you don't have to do this right? I mean I could always call them back and tell them I don't want the part..'

'But I want to go' I lied. Lying wasn't a problem for me since I loved acting but something about lying to my mother was different,
it was harder.

"Say hi to your dad for me". Even though they were divorced they didn't dislike each other, they had just been to young when they had married.

"I will" I looked at her worried face.

"I'll see you soon honey, if something is wrong you know you can come with me right? Then we'll figure something out"
She meant well but I could just see how much she wanted to take the part.

"Don't worry about me mom" I assured her. "I'll be fine, I'm sure it'll be awesome' We laughed and shared a hug. 'I love you mom, I'm going to miss you".

'I love you too Kurt, and we will call as much as possible'. she smiled at me. We hugged goodbye one last time and I went to my plane.

It was a long flight an I hated flying so that made it even worse. But still that wasn't what was on my mind, I was worried about something else. I was thinking about Forks.

It was Saturday and I would start at McKinley High on Monday. Another problem is that I prefer boys instead of girls and yeah, I like who I am.. but will they? In New York not a lot of people liked the idea but the most people kinda chose to ignore it. Of course I had been teased or called names. But I had no idea how that was going to be in Forks.

It didn't really help that it was just too obvious to guess that I was a homosexual. It's not like I could help it! I love fashion, I look feminine and I haven't even started on my voice that sounds so high pitched dogs will immediately start barking.

When I'd told my mom she said that she'd always thought so, and said she still loved me and she never treated me differently. One summer we had told my dad and it was apparently very obvious because he said he had known too, but also he was very accepting.

I have to admit, I'm really lucky that my parents are accepting of who I am. My dad had actually encouraged me living with him after he heard that my mom was offered a big role. He was probably out to get some father-and-son time, I didn't really know what to think of that. Especially since I knew Burt liked cars and eating a lot of junk food, which wasn't really my thing.

My dad picked me up at the airport and we walked towards his car. It was raining (of course) but I saw that we were walking towards the police car. My dad is the police chief of Forks. I really had to get a job as soon as possible because seriously, I didn't want to be driving around in that!

Burt pated my shoulder and gave me a big smile. "Good to see you again, Kurt". "How is your mom?" he asked.

"She's great and nice to see you again too, dad" I smiled back at him, feeling a little bit awkward.

put my suitcases in the trunk (very carefully!), I had a lot of expensive clothes. When we were finally in the car (after trying to fit all my belongings in the police car) we drove of.

For a while there was an awkward silence. Burt was the first one to break it.

"Oh, I found a good car for you by the way. It's very cheap".

I didn't think I was going to like the car really much, but he said it was cheap and since I didn't have much money that was good enough for me, sadly.

"Oh, what kind of car?" I asked, hoping it would't be too awful.

"It's a truck, a Chevy." He said, probably hoping that would be good enough. It could've been worse, I thought.

"Where did you find it?"

"Well I was driving around when I drove past a garage, they sold secondhand cars and I managed to get the price down a bit". he said, sounding rather proud.

"From what year is it?" I saw his expression changing.

"Well they told me it's been around for a while, but they worked on it. And the engine is quite new, it's only a few years old, really."

Burt knew me well enough to know I wasn't going to settle with that so he sighed.

"They told me someone bough it around 1984, but they said it was new around the early sixties" he said sheepishly.

"Not that I mind or anything, but I don't think I would be able to fix it if it broke down, and I can't aford a mechanic either..."

"Kurt, believe me that thing runs like a beast. And if it does break down, I'll see if I can fix it.

Well that sounded promising, not. But since I didn't really have any other choice.

"Okay, well how much was it?" I had a little money saved up for a car.

"Well, kid, I kind off bought it for you. See it as a welcome home gift." Burt looked at me, hopeful.

I hadn't seen that one coming. "Dad, you shouldn't have. I had some money put aside.."

"It wasn't that expensive, don't worry about it. I just want you to be happy Kurt." This time he didn't look at me, the thing with Burt was that he didn't really liked talking about his feelings.

"Thank you dad, I really appreciate it". I smiled at him and he seemed to ease a little.

Of course I didn't tell him there was no way I could ever be happy here, that wouldn't be fair towards him.

"No problem kid." he muttered, still feeling a little awkward but he seemed glad I liked his gift.

When we got home my dad helped me with bringing my stuff upstairs and he said he would make dinner while I unpacked my stuff. My room wasn't nearly as big as the one in New York. Some of my old stuff was still in here, I really had to do some redecorating around this place.. I opened the closet and there was no way all my clothes would ever fit in there, I would just have to buy some more clothingspace also.

When I was done with unpacking most of my stuff I decided to take a shower, the smell of my familiar products calmed me down a bit. I went back to my room to change into something comfortable yet very stylish.

My dad came halfway up the stairs. "dinner's ready!"

My stomach grumbled in response. "coming!"

After dinner I had spent some time with Burt, Carole and her son Finn, now also my step brother. At first it had been a little bit awkward, but Carole turned out to be very nice and sweet. I was glad to see my father smiling again and I wondered if they really did make him happy.

Finn was another story but I could see that he tried to be nice, he just couldn't help acting like an awkward, tall guy and in my opinion his lack of fashion was definitely there.

When it was around 10, I went up to my room. I was absently checking my phone, not really expecting anything to happen. I typed a quik text to my mom, reassuring her everything was fine and then we all got along well.

I went to brush my teeth and do my everyday skin regime treatment. After I was done with that I tried to occupy myself with choosing an outfit for monday, my first day at Mckinley.

I wasn't nervous when I thought about monday, no I was extremely nervous. Only the thought about suddenly being the new shiny, not to mention gay, toy around there made me sick to my stomach. I had no idea how people here treated homosexuals. Of course there was my dad, Carole and Finn who knew, but something kept telling me not all people where that accepting.

I changed into my pajama pants and a tanktop. I put the lights out and crawled under the sheets, finally allowing the anxious feeling to take over.

It took me a while to fall asleep, I kept turning and thinking and then crying as the worst thoughts came up in my mind.

The next morning I felt rather tired so I slept in quite late. I looked through the window to see a low cloud of fog hanging around the house. Was I ever gonna see the sun again?

I spent the rest of the day reading in my room or watching tv with Finn downstairs.

After dinner I went up to my bedroom quikly and allowed myself to fall asleep, quietly crying once again.

I was awoken by the rude sound of an alarm. An anxious, knowing feeling settled in my stomach. It was monday, it was my first day at McKinley high.

I didn't want to be late on my first day so I quikly dressed myself, brushed my teeth and ate some cereal.

When I crawled into the car I saw it was far too early, even if I didn't drive too fast I would still be there 30 minutes before my first class. It was raining outside so I turned up the heater, shivering at the thought of the cold outside.

After a few minutes of procrastinating I decided to go, I had to pick up my schedules and papesr before I could go to class anyway.

When I arrived at the Mckinley High parking lot it was still drizzling lightly, I saw there were a few other cars parked so I decided to park my car next to them.

I stepped out of the car towards the small building what was probably the administration. I tugged my coat closer to my body as I felt the cold wind folding around me, softly howling.

I shivered when I stepped into the warm building, it was brightly lit. The office wasn't very big and there was a small waiting area with those ugly plastic chairs you usually see at a dentist waiting room or such.

In the middle of the room were three big desks, on each desk there was a basket full of colored papers, flyers probably. Behind one of the desks there was sitting a red-haired woman, wearing glasses. I scrunched my nose at her afwul choice of clothing.

Sensing my presence she looked up, smiling as she looked at me. "Hello, can I help you?"

"I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm here for my schedules" I gave her a little smile. She looked at me, smiling brighter as she recognized me.

"Ah, of course," she said. She turned around to a cabinet with all sorts of neatly stacked papers in it.

"Here you go, this is your schedule and this is a map of the school, which might be useful". She put them on the counter, highlighting the best route to each on the map.

"Also, you should let every teacher sign these and brn them back at the end of the day". I nodded and took the papers from her.

"Thank you," I added politely.

I walked back to my car, since it was still early. I studied the map and the highlighted routes on it, I really didn't want to be walking around with that map all day.

When I was done there were only a few minutes left to my first class, I folded the papers and put them away in my bag, hoping I wouldn't need the map at least for today.

As I stepped out of my car, I saw that none of these cars were exactly flashy, I sighed in relief, at least I wouldn't be the weirdo with the old car.

In New York people would've totally harrased me about this car, since it was a common thing to own expensive cars back there.

Suddenly a flash of silver caught my eye, I looked at the car, it was a silver shiny Volvo, the only car that really stood out here. So there were people with expensive cars here, well at least one.

I kept my head down and tried not to give anyone a reason to look at me. The school was crowded with people and they were all chattering loudly, which relieved me, at least I wouldn't be noticed, at least not yet.

When I walked around the cafeteria building, I could see third building where I had to be. There was a huge black 3 painted on the east corner of the white building.

Once I stepped into the small classrom, I saw that people were hanging there coats on a row of hooks, I mimicked their action.

I glanced around the classroom, seeing that I wasn't the only pale one for once. But then again, people probably didn't get much sun around here so that wasn't unusual.

I waited for the teacher to sign the paper, I saw a nameplate standing on his desk, it said Mr. Mason. Behind the desk sat a somewhat balding man with friendly brown eyes.

He smiled when he saw my name, probably recognizing it too, I felt a light blush creep onto my cheeks. Much to my relief he signed the paper without letting me introduce myself in fron of the class.

I went to sit in the back since I didn't want people looking at me, 'the new kid'. Of course that would've been to naive to think, occasionally someone would glance my way. I tried to ignore it and kept my eyes down, reading the list the teacher had given me.

It was a list of english literature, Shakespeare, Chaucher, Faulkner, pretty basic. Since I loved to read, I had already read everything. I suddenly wondered if I packed my folder of essays from last year.

When the ball rang, a quite annoying sound, a girl with dark skin and lightly curling black hair walked towards me.

"You're Kurt Hummel, aren't you?" She looked nice.

"Yes" of course my voice decided to sound even more squeeky at that point. Everyone within three feet immideatly turned to look at me.

The girl smiled, but not in a mean way. "I'm Mercedes Jones".

"Nice to meet you" I tried to make my voice sound a little deeper.

"Where's your next class, white boy?" she asked.

I frowned at the already given nickname, but she didn't seem to mean it in any insulting way. I took the shedule from my bag.

"Erm-, Government, from Jefferson, building six."

Everyone was still looking at me with curious eyes, I didn't know whether to feel embarresed or annoyed.

"Great, me too. Come on, I'll show you the way"

I smiled at her, "thanks."

We took our coats, which I had probably forgotten if she hadn't reminded me, and headed into the rain, of course. Behind us curious eyes were still glancing my way, I could have sworn that some people were walking so close that they could hear everything we were saying. I hoped that wasn't my paranoia speaking.

"So, this alot different from New York?" she asked. I wasn't even that much surprised she knew where I came from, apparently it wasn't often that someone moved here, in stead of away.

"Very much" I sighed.

"Isn't the wether a lot sunnier there?" she asked curiously.

"Well, yes. I mean it still rains a lot but we do actually see the sun."

She giggled. "Well, Forks has it sunny days".

"Well, do inform me when that happens". I was starting to feel easier around Mercedes, she was fun to talk to.

"What's it like, you know, living in New York, the big city and all".

"Well busy, but you get used to it".

We walked towars the south building, near the gym.

It turned out I had some other lessons with Mercedes as well, we were really starting to get along.

The rest of the morning went by rather quikly. Well except for when my Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class to introduce myself.

Of course my voice chose that moment to be even more squeeky and I muttered, blushed and because I was so eager about sitting down again I tripped over someone's bag.

I had the feeling Mr. Varner didn't like me very much, he kept shooting me glances, looking rather annoyed. I tried to pay attention and not give him any reason to dislike me but of course he had to ask me a question, which I had no idea how to answer.

I ended up almost getting detention when my pencil fell of the table and I went to pick it up, now I was almost sure he didn't like me.

During Spanish a quite, asian girl went to sit next to me. We didn't exactly talk but at least she wasn't giving me curious glances like everyone else was.

We walked to the cafeteria for lunch together, Mercedes joined us, apparently knowing the shy girl.

I was happy I had at least people to sit with. That had been one of my worries, I already saw myself sitting in a corner, maybe not even on a chair, but luckily I didn't need to worry about that.

They seemed to be gossiping about some of the boys, of course I loved gossiping, not to mention boys, but I decided to keep a low profile.

I was listening to Mercedes and some of her friends talking about a group trip, when they suddenly they caught my eye. It was the first time I saw them.

There were four people walking inside the cafeteria of McKinley. They were without a doubt the most beautiful people I had ever seen.

Two boys, both their hands intertwined with what apparently were their partners. In some way they all looked like each other, which was weird since the tallest boy had a really dark skin an black hair while the other boy had a more olive toned skin, also with black hair though.

The two girls were even more different but still managed to look like each other. One girl had long, curling brown hair and everyone who looked at her probably would avoid the mirror for the rest of the day, she was absolutely beautiful. The other girl wasn't ugly, no she was just different. She was much shorter, her hair was honeyblond and it just reached her shoulders.

What really caught my attention though, was the fact that their skin seemed even whiter than mine, which was really white. They seemed to have dark,blue-ish colored circles under their eyes, as if they hadn't slept for a while. They went to sit with each other on a table in the corner of the cafeteria, talking and obviously never looking at the other people around them.

''Who are they?' I nodded with my head in the direction where the four people had appeared, but suddenly there were five.. And if I thought the other four were beautiful, the fifth person was like an angel.

Mercedes knew who I was talking about but still followed my gaze. She chuckled when her thoughts were confirmed. Suddenly, at the same time, the angelic looking boy, and probably the youngest, looked at her for a brief second. But then, he looked in my direction and our eyes locked. His beautiful goldenbrown eyes piercing mine. He looked away before I could, but the expression on his face was like someone had called his name and he had unwillingly looked up, of course..

"Oh, those are the Andersons" she said it with a tone in her voice as if they were just some weird people. I looked away from the angelic boy, not wanting anyone to get suspicious or anything. But I didn't understand why such beautiful people

Mercedes continued explaining. "the dark skinned boy is David, the blonde girl he is sitting with is Laura and the other boy, with the olive-like skin is Wesley, he is sitting next to Emma. You know what the creepy part is? They all live together, and they are together, I mean isn't that weird?'

I wasn't reall paying attention, sure it was kinda weird they all lived together, especially at this age. But who was I to judge, plus I was way more interested in the boy she hadn't mentioned.

"Erm- who's that?" I looked at the still unnamed boy, he had beautiful dark-brown, black-ish curls, he was the smallest of them but it was safe to say that he was very musculant.

He probably felt my stare because suddenly he looked back at me, our eyes meeting once again. I turned around quikly, blushing fiercely but my mind wasn't concentrating because seriously the angelic boy had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.

They were a caramel, golden brown shade and it was like you could seriously look into his soul, his eyes were like magic.

Mercedes caught me staring at him again, she snorted. "don't even waste your time white boy, he's not interested".Of course he wasn't, he probably wasn't even gay.

"Not saying that to offend you, but it seems like he's too good enough for every one here." She sniffed sort of offendly, and I thought she may have asked him out and apparently he had turned her down.

"I'm not-, wait.. you know I'm into guys?" I asked, not surprised that she noticed but more surprised she didn't say anything about it.

She chuckled lightly, "I figured". She saw that I was looking a little taken aback so she just smiled, as if to say that she didn't care whoever I liked.

"When he never went on dates with any of the girls we kinda assumed he was gay, but he isn't dating any boys either. It's totally weird if you ask me"

I just pretended to listen to Mercedes, nodding and 'aha-ing' every once in a while, trying to make it seem like I was listening. The truth is that I was thinking of the angelic boy, suddeny I remembered I didn't even know his name, I didn't even wait untill she'd finished

"What's his name again?" Mercedes looked as if she knew Kurt hadn't been listening and sighed, looking slightly annoyed.

"Blaine Anderson". Of course his name would be perfect too, Blaine even sounded perfect and it matched the angelic boy.

"Wait, so they're all called Anderson?". They did look like each other in some way, but it would be weird if they were actually family.

"Yes, but they're adopted by Anthony Anderson and Irene. So they're not biologically related."

"Oh, right that makes a little more sense. That is kind of nice of Mr. Anderson though, to adopt all of them."

"I guess" Mercedes admitted but it still seemed like she thought they were quite weird. Mercedes started to talk again, I tried to listen this time but I kept shooting glances at their table, they were still talking to only each other. For some reason their food lay untouched on their plates.

I tried to participate in the last part of the conversation before I asked her what I had been wondering.

When she was done I asked, "did they always live in Forks". I had never seen them before and even though I had been smaller when I used to come here I didn't think you would forget seeming such beauty.

"No, they just moved here two years ago from some fancy place in Alaska." she said it as if it was obvious. Suddenly I felt kind of relieved because I wasn't the only new one here. And yes maybe it had been two years, but for one it didn't seem like much people moved her and second they seemed to think they were weird, so maybe Kurt wouldn't be all that bad.

Suddenly three people were walking towards the table, one of them, a tall and large build guy looked at me. "hey homo" and he and his friends walked towards their own table, laughing.

I cringed at the name and then sighed, of course it would be worse here than at my old school. I glanced over to see Blaine sitting really uncomfortable as if someone was hitting him but he was trying to stay were he was. Maybe he was disgusted by the fact that I was indeed a homosexual, great as if this day couldn't get any worse.

But then one of the others, the one with the darkest skin, David, looked my way, curiosity in his eyes. I tried to look away without blushing but of course that failed.

When lunch was over the Silent girl who had also sat on our table walked towards me.

I said goodbye to Mercedes and promised her to wait for her tomorrow, since we had no more classes together.

"Hi, my name is Tina" her voice was really soft.

"Hi, I'm Kurt" he blinked, wondering what she wanted from him.

"What class do you have?" she asked softly, looking down.

I looked down on my shedule. "Erm- Biology in block 2"

"Oh, me too. Should I show you the way?"

"Sure". She really seemed nice and since I really had no idea where I had to go this was rather helpfull.

We walked to class together, but we were both shy so we didn't really say anything. When we walked in she went to sit in the back at her usual table, of course she already had a partner.

I decided to introduce myself to the teacher first, when suddenly I saw Blaine sitting there, I quikly looked around and saw that he, of course, was sitting next to the only empty seat.

I was waiting for the teacher to notice me when he looked my way, he went rigid in his seat and his face had a strange expression. He looked angry, or rather furious. I quikly looked away, of course turning red.

I stumbled to the seat next to him when my teacher had assigned me to sit there.

I secretely glanced at him from the corner of my eye. A small flash of his eyes caught my attention, I noticed his eyes weren't the beautiful colour they were just a few minutes ago. They were suddenly an intense dark brown if not black colour.

I kept my eyes down as I went to sit next to him, afraid that he would look at me like that again. I still kept my eyes down as I put my stuff on the table but in the corner of my eye I saw that he was leaning away from me.

I was starting to get a little annoyed by him, it was like he was afraid that if he'd touch me that he would either burst into flames or turn gay, too. I knew people could be homophobic but this was just really exaggerating.

As if to make it worse he put his hand over his nose as if he was smelling something bad, and once again I was wondering how someone could be so rude.

Class went by really slow and it was about something I had already learned so I didn't really focus on the lecture. I glanced at him a couple of times from the corner of me eye, he was still tense and I could see his hand was clenched into a fist underneath the table. His position never changed and I was starting to worry about what he was thinking.

When the bell finally rang, I had made up my mind and was about to confront him and ask him what his problem was. But before I could even turn his way he had already stormed out of the door. I sat frozen in my seat staring at the open door he had just vanished trough, I denied the stinging tears in my eyes.

My last hours were two hours of total torture, P.E. As I was walking Finn suddenly joined me.

"Hey kid, we have P.E together". He smiled his goofy grin.

I sighed. "I'm not a kid, I'm actually older than you Finn". I knew Finn had meant it well, but I was still annoyed because of Blaine. "I'm sorry, I'm a little snappy today".

Finn didn't seem bothered, "That's okay! By the way, what did you do to that Anderson kid? He looked like he was about to eat you alive".

I cringed. So it hadn't been all in my head, he really did act weird. I didn't really feel like talking about him so I decided to play dumb.

"Wait, he was the one I sat next to in Biology?" I asked with fake surprise.

"Yes" Finn looked a little disturbed, "I've never seen him act like that.."

Great, Kurt thought. Of course Blaine would've only acted like that around him, he sighed, feeling a little bit hurt.

"Don't let it bother you, he's kind of a weirdo anyway". We walked into the dressing room together.

It turned out I didn't have to participate yet this lesson. The P.E teacher, Coah Clapp, gave me my uniform. I didn't really like P.E, it involved too much sweating and because of his slender figure he always got chosen last, or for other reasons.

Apparently, P.E was mandatory all four years of high school, that made my day even worse. In New York you only had to follow two years.

I spent the class watching four volleyball games. I remembered how at my old school, for some reason, volleybal always ended like dodgeball, I shivered.

The finall bell rang at last. I told Finn he could already go home because I had to deliver the paperwork back to the administration.

It had stopped raining, but there was still a strong wind. I clutched my bag close to my body and wrapped my arms around myself.

As I walked into the warm building I almost went right back outside. Because standing in front of me was Blaine Anderson.

He didn't turn around, I sincerely hoped he hadn't noticed my entrance. I stood as far away as him as possible, waiting for the lady to be free.

I tried to occupy myself by pretending to study the papers, but of course my eyes occasionally glanced at the strange boy, who seemed to dislike me very much.

He seemed to be arguing with the woman, in a strange but attrictive, low voice. Oh my god, I had to stop thinking about him like that, he was clearly homophobic or something.

I tried to listen to the conversation, I stiffened as soon as I noticed that he was trying to trade his Biology to another day, or at least time.

I knew it was about me, I had seen the way he looked at me. But maybe it was something else, I mean, he could at least ask the teacher to switch seats.. Maybe it didn't have to do anything with me, maybe something happened before I went to sit next to him. Even though I tried to convince myself, a little voice in my head kept yelling that it had to do with me.

The door opened again, a blonde boy walking in the room. As the door opened, a stream of cold air suddenly went trough the room, rustling the papers on the desk, I shivered at the sudden cold.

The boy who had entered the room stepped forward and put a note on the desk of the woman, and walked out again.

But I saw that Blaine stiffened, slowly he turned his head to look at me - he was so beautiful- with his eyes, still black, piercing into mine. I don't know why, but suddenly I got goosebumps and an uncomfortable feeling settled into my stomach.

He looked away again, it nearly lasted one second but it creeped me out and I felt a shiver running up my spine.

He turned back to the receptionist. "Never mind, then" he said, sounding quite hurried. "I can see that it's not an option. Thank you so much for your time". He smiled at her, and he was out of the door before I could even notice he had turned around.

I went towards the woman, still feeling confused and a little bit hurt. I handed her the signed papers, she will still looking quite dreamily.

"How was your first day here, sweetheart?" she asked, finally paying attention to me.

"It was fine," I lied, but my voice was still sounding a little bit weak. She didn't look entirely convinced but decided to let it go.

I walked back towards my car, the uncomfortable feeling still settled in my stomach. I crawled behind in the drivers seat, just sitting there for a while and not really doing anything. But that didn't last long since it was still very cold and I had to put on the heater.

I tried to push the mysterious, hateful boy out of my mind and went on my way back to Burt's house, well now also my house.