"This is your lunch, okay? Now, I put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that. You remember your phone number? I wrote it down for you, just in case. Put it in your pocket, I don't want you to lose it. Okay, you ready?"

"I think so!" Blaine responds cheerily. Blaine Anderson loved his older brother, Cooper, and appreciated his support. He was so nervous about his first day of school.

"It's Blainer's big day," Cooper smiled.

Blaine and Cooper were raised in Africa, for their parents were research zoologists, and have been homeschooled all of their life. Cooper finished his education in Africa and moved to the United States to pursue his dream of acting, and left Blaine with their parents, so when they moved here as well, he felt obligated to be there for his brother's first day of public school.

Blaine hugged Cooper goodbye and started across the street, where his school awaited him. As he made his way, he nearly dodged a school bus going full speed down the road. He heard his brother gasp loudly, and Blaine called back, "I'm okay, sorry. I'll be careful!"

Blaine looked at his schedule and walked to his first class, and as he was pushed and shoved through the crowded hallways, he couldn't help but note how interesting and strange the students were. It was just like the high schools he saw on television.

He walked inside the classroom and saw a heavy-set woman with glasses standing in the front. He put on a smile and said, "Hi, I don't know if anyone told you about me. I'm a new student here. My name is Blaine Anderson."

The girl tilted her clear, thick-rimmed glasses down and said, "Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass."

Blaine was in shock by her abrupt rudeness, but was immediately transfixed by a high-pitched, tinkling giggle. Following the giggle was a snort and a snicker.

He turned his head to see a beautiful, pale but rosy-cheeked boy, and a thick, bubbly girl with a huge smile sitting down at the desks. He immediately went to sit in the seat in front of them, but the pale boy stopped him and said, "You don't want to sit there. Lauren Zizies's boyfriend is going to sit there." And before Blaine could think twice, a muscular guy with a Mohawk took the seat saying, "Hey, baby," and kissing the girl who Blaine mistook to be the teacher.

With a look of disgust on his face, he went to go sit behind a kid with a large fro and glasses until the pale boy stopped him again and said, "Nuh-uh. He farts a lot." And the girl behind him agreed.

Blaine noticed that all of the seats in that row were taken, so he was forced to find another. As he made his way to the front, he happened to ram into a man holding coffee, donuts, and a stack of papers.

Blaine noticed the man was flustered, and so he started to help him as much as he could, picking up papers, patting his vest dry, and muttering a million apologies. He was dreading his first day already.

The teacher calmly replied, "It's not you, I'm bad luck," and he quickly stripped off his soiled vest.

A tall, blonde, and intimidating woman wearing a red track suit entered saying, "Will Schuester, I have anticipated the day where your sweater vest collection would be legally banned, but as my formal request is pending, I will take this small victory."

Mr. Schuester shook his head, but otherwise ignored her and said, "Class, I would like to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us, who just moved here all the way from Africa."

The woman in the track suit looked at the girl behind the pale boy and said, "Welcome. To. America."

The girl, obviously annoyed, looked at her and said, "Coach Sylvester, I'm Mercedes, I've been here for two years."

Coach Sylvester responded, "I have no record of that."

Mr. Schuester, to stop the quarrel, said, "Sue, please. Anyway, his name is Blaine Anderson, where are you, Blaine?"

Blaine, who during all of this shuffled to a small corner of the room, briefly cleared his throat and raised his hand. "That's me."

He stood in front of the class and made his introduction, where Sue commented, "With that bow-tie and hair gel, I can smell the aroma of gay wafting off of you like unicorn vomit. You will be great friends with Porcelain, here." And she pointed to the pale boy he was looking at before. Porcelain, which he decided to call him since he didn't know his name, looked back at him, smirked, and gently waved his fingers.

Blaine thought, maybe it's not so bad after all.