Kurt Hummel is not happy. At all.

The weather wasn't helping him very much either as it had been raining incredibly hard for the past hour. Dark clouds had taken over the sky, letting no beams of sunshine through. On the bright side, the rain was finally starting to calm down.

He's sat moodily next to Finn in the car with his elbow propped up on the window ledge and his chin rested in his hand. As he stares out the window, watching the scenery and roads move past him, he gradually becomes more and more close to tears. He has just left Lima and is on his way to move into his new home in Westerville with his dad, Carole and Finn all in the car with him.

He should feel the slightest bit relieved, escaping all the bullying and bad memories of his old school behind, but really, he wants nothing more than to turn the car around and head back home. He's leaving everything he cares about behind him: glee club, his friends, his own home, and he's moving into an unfamiliar neighbourhood, about to start a new school, and a new life in a new home.

It's not that Kurt isn't happy his dad got re-married and is moving in with his new family, Carole and Finn, but he would be much happier if they didn't have to move somewhere completely new in which he knows absolutely no one. He lets out a loud, elongated sigh.

Unfortunately, his sigh was a little too loud. Everyone heard.

“Cheer up, kiddo,” his dad calls from the driver's seat. “We're almost at the house. And besides, you can't stay mad at us forever!”

Carole turns around in the seat next to his dad and faces Kurt with a sad smile. “You know, honey, I honestly think you might enjoy yourself in this new neighbourhood. Try being a little open minded about the whole thing.” Kurt returns the gentile smile as Carole gives his knee a last reassuring squeeze before turning back round to face the front of the car again.

“Yeah,” Finn smiles kindly. “You might actually make some cool new friends at your new school, dude.”

Something inside Kurt snapped and he suddenly had raging anger inside of him and he just had to get it out, he just had to.

“Easy for you to say, Finn, you've graduated!” Kurt exclaimed, angrily. His booming voice filled the whole car and once he started to shout, he found it difficult to stop. “You don't have to join a new stupid school; you just have to stand there and sell people coffee for five hours day! You have no idea how this feels, I won't know anybody! So, stop talking like its okay, Finn, because it isn't okay! Everything is far from okay!”

Judging by the look Finn was giving him, he realised that maybe he'd gone a bit too far. He suddenly felt guilty for lashing out at Finn and added apologetically, “I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Finn, I guess I'm...I'm just a bit nervous with the whole ‘new start' and everything.”

“I get it, man. It's cool,” Finn shrugged, like his outburst was nothing. Wow. Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.

Kurt turned back round to stare out his window, growing impatient with the long journey. He just wanted to move-in to his new house and get it over and done with. He was tired of everything already.

“We have arrived, everybody!”

One and half hours later, the sky was beginning to completely clear up as the Hudson-Hummel car was pulling up into their brand new driveway. Kurt looked out the window to get a good look at the house for the first time, and honestly, he was actually kind of impressed.

Well, it definitely doesn't look as bad as I thought it would.

The tall, modern house was waiting patiently to be entered as the four of them were sat inside the car gaping up at it.

“Whoa, this house looks so awesome! Kurt, our friends are gonna be so freaking jealous, dude!” Finn exclaimed loudly.

“Doesn't it look beautiful?” Carole said in a daze, almost as if she were in awe of the house's beauty. “I can't wait to step inside and unpack everything, it already feels like home!”

Burt turned round in his seat to look at Kurt, searching his face for any source of emotion. “Hey Kurt, what do you think, bud?”

Kurt realised he hadn't talked at all since they had arrived; too busy staring up at his new home.

“Y-yeah,” Kurt stuttered nervously, suddenly feeling nervous as all eyes were on him. “I actually quite like it, yeah.”

Seeing Kurt's soft smile, Burt felt satisfied and announced, “Looks like we've got some unpacking to do, folks!”

It was the next morning, and Kurt sat up in bed rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn. Even after his first night in Westerville, he was still feeling a bit homesick.

He got up, dressed, and began his journey to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Hopefully some food will make him feel a bit better; the sudden change was all very overwhelming and he didn't know what to feel.

As he was approaching the kitchen, the warm smell of bacon, toast and eggs enveloped him and he could hear the soft sound of Carole humming away to a made up tune as she worked away in the kitchen. As she saw Kurt enter the room, she looked up with a welcoming smile.

“Hiya, honey. Sleep okay?”

“Yeah, thanks Carole,” he muttered back. “Everything just feels so different!” He answered as he sat down at the big, wooden table and began to help himself to the plates full of food on the table top.

“You'll get used to it soon enough, I'm sure.”

A few minutes later, Finn and Burt entered the Kitchen, grabbing some breakfast too.

“So, Kurt,” his dad started, breaking the silence when they were all sat down around the table and eating. “You have five whole weeks left of the summer until you start school. Do you have any plans?”

Kurt thought about it for a while and had no answer to give. He knew barely anything about his new neighbourhood. “Hmm, well I was thinking about maybe taking a walk today, you know, just to see what's around here and stuff.”

“You could always come over to the Lima bean to help me sell coffee, Kurt! We could do it together... as brothers!” Finn said, enthusiastically.

Kurt chuckled to himself before answering, “No thank you, Finn. I think I'll pass... But thanks for the kind offer,” he added with a smile.

Kurt had only been walking around for about twenty minutes before he came to a field. Across the field ran a little river. He could spot little, tiny ducks swimming along from where he was standing and decided to go and check it out.

After walking up, he found a tree just by the river and decided to sit by it, his back leaning on the trunk. From where he was sat, he had a perfect view of the beautiful, green field on the other side of the river. The smell of fresh grass was all around him, and he couldn't help but smile for what felt like the first in a very long time. There was only a small group of people occupying the field at the moment: a bunch of kids, running around and laughing happily, and a guy about Kurt's age playing fetch with a dog.

Happy with the spot he had come across, he got out a book from his bag and began reading. He was becoming lost inside the fictional world, and soon enough, he had forgotten about the worries and troubles he had been experiencing recently; the worries and troubles that had taken over his head and had put him into such a miserable mood recently.

He had completely forgotten about his friends and how much he missed them, he had forgotten about his old home and his longing to be back there, and most importantly, he had forgotten about the new school he would be starting soon.

He was scared to death with the thought of joining that school in no less than five weeks. What if the students there were as bad as the students back at McKinley? He hated those kids. He hated those kids more than anything in the world, and if his new school was filled with kids like that too, he would flip. What if no one talks to him and he's left wondering around the huge school by himself?

But Kurt didn't need to think about that right now. He was focusing on his book and nothing else. He needn't let thoughts like that swallow his mind.

However, whilst reading, he could feel a pair of eyes watching him. He looked up to see the dog owner, the guy who looked about his age, staring back at him. He quickly looked away when seeing Kurt had noticed him looking, and threw the ball again for his dog to chase.

Kurt looked back down at his book again, slightly confused. Why had that boy been watching him? The dog owner was quite a distance from where Kurt was sat, but he was close enough to come to the conclusion that the guy was very attractive. He could only just make out some of his facial features...

He decided to focus back on his book, but after a couple of minutes, he could feel the boy's eyes piercing him again, so he looked up to find him staring back. Kurt looked down almost immediately, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

That's the second time he's caught that boy looking at him – Was Kurt doing something wrong? Was he not meant to be sat there?

He desperately tried to read his book, but he couldn't fight the urge to look back up at the boy, and soon enough, he was just looking at empty words on a page; not actually reading them.

Kurt decided to just go for it and he was pleasantly surprised to look up to find the boy not looking at him this time. He took this opportunity to process his appearance.

He was small, but not too small, he had dark hair that was gelled back into place, and even from a distance he could see his stunning hazel eyes. He never knew it was possibly to be able to see eyes that clearly without having to be up close, but his eyes were strikingly beautiful.

Without noticing, he suddenly realised he had been staring right into said eyes and he was staring back. He could feel a light blush covering his neck and cheeks, suddenly embarrassed. How long had Kurt been blatantly staring at him for?

And then, all too quickly, the boy was actually smiling at him. It took him a second to process what was happening before he decided to return the smile. Although, he was certain it came out as more of a nervous smirk.

He could see the boy's shoulders shake before he realised he was laughing at Kurt. He was laughing at Kurt's poor attempt at a smile. The boy looked back up at Kurt, his laugh still etched upon his face before throwing the ball for his dog to chase again.

Kurt busied himself in his book again, or at least tried to busy himself with his book.

He had to remember why he came here in the first place: to relax and escape the bad thoughts. This was certainly not relaxing him.

He made it through two more chapters of his book without looking up again, even when he felt the other boy's eyes on him a couple more times.

Reading his watch, the discovered it was already lunchtime. He should probably get home for some lunch before his family started to wonder where he was. Kurt stood up after packing away his book and brushing off his clothing from any dirt from the floor and started to make his way out. Just before his depart, however, he turned around to face the boy who he knew would be looking his way. The boy gently raised his hand to wave to Kurt, smiling a little, after which Kurt did the same.

He finally began his journey back to his home, going over what had happened in the last two hours on the field.

Yes, this would most definitely count towards one of the oddest days Kurt Hummel has ever had.