INTRO:

Hundreds of years ago, society was falling apart and there was too much violence and war and poverty. The country's government decided to divide the population into Factions based on prominent character traits brought out in a simulation called the Aptitude Test. Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, and Erudite were made to be composed of the selfless, the peaceful, the honest, the brave, and the intelligent respectively. At the age of sixteen, the Test is taken and the Faction that best represents them becomes clear. However, the person may choose whatever Faction they want. Choosing to live in a Faction that they weren't born into is considered harsh because they don't see their families much after they choose and Factions rarely cross once the person is out of basic schooling. Whatever Faction they choose, they live in for life unless they don't pass the initiation into that Faction and they are thrown onto the streets to live Factionless – that is the absolute worst fate.

Chp. 1

It's the first day of classes and the last year of schooling. Kurt couldn't be more excited. A smile plays on his lips as he walks down the already busy corridor towards his Faction History Class. He straightens his white tie and smoothed out his black suit, ghosting a hand over his perfectly coiffed hair. Of all the factions, Kurt is immensely proud of his Faction's uniform. It fits him well and he flaunts it. The other Factions have drab and simplistic uniforms that Kurt would not be caught dead in. The hall is filled with the same palette of colors: yellow and red, black and white, more black, grey, and blue.

As he saunters down the hallway, two girls in Amity's yellow and red pass by laughing loudly. Kurt's nose scrunches first at their outfits and then at their fake demeanor. He never particularly liked Amity's basis because he didn't believe people could be so nice and peaceful all. the. time. Although he liked to argue and make his point just like any Candor, people from Amity were so frustrating to talk to because they always told him he was right and never provided any good arguments.

In his faction, Candor, honesty is a way of life. The people of Candor do not lie and the other factions don't pick fights with them because they will always win the argument – always. He loves not having to deal with the drama and lies that other Factions usually dabble in. Kurt's Faction allows him to just love being himself.

Straightening his book bag, Kurt turns sharply to the left down a hallway and bumps right into another boy who is strangely hobbit-sized. A quick retort dies on his tongue when he finds himself face-to-face with the most stunning pair of golden eyes. For the first time in his life, Kurt is speechless.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I wasn't looking where I was going." Kurt hears him say but all he sees are his gorgeous lips moving up and down with his perfectly triangular eyebrows set underneath an unruly mess of cropped curls.

Kurt can tell his jaw is gaping, so he quickly snaps it shut. Looking away for a few seconds, he gathers himself but notices the uniform the boy is wearing. A stale grey robe covers his skin from his neck to his wrists and down to his ankles. It is the ugliest uniform of all the Factions and it most certainly does not belong on this beautiful boy's body.

A warm, strong hand on his shoulder suddenly shakes him from his trance. He is once again captured by those beautiful eyes but keeps his focus when he again asks him if he's all right. Kurt first nods and then chokes out a "yes".

The boy beams a contagious smile at him and Kurt can't help but smile back.

"I'm Blaine," the gorgeous boy says and takes his hand off Kurt's shoulder to offer his arm in greeting. Kurt silently whimpers at the loss of his warmth but immediately reciprocates and grips Blaine's arm beneath the elbow and replies, "Kurt."

Kurt can feel the muscle of Blaine's arm ripple underneath his grey robe. He shivers at the contact.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Kurt." The corners of Blaine's eyes crinkle as he says his name and Kurt already loves the way it rolls off his tongue. A few seconds go by and they both realize at the same time that they are still holding each other's arms. They let go with shy, matching smiles.

Kurt begins to open his mouth to say that it was quite nice to meet Blaine too when a hand comes out of nowhere and shoves Blaine up against the wall next to them.

He suddenly remembers that, according to his uniform, Blaine is from Abnegation – the Faction that receives the most criticism and abuse despite their altruistic ways.

"Get out of the way, Stiff!", a boy, dressed in all black, snaps at Blaine. He has two lip piercings, a nose ring, and about five rings in his left ear from what Kurt could tell. He could also tell that this boy was from Dauntless, the brave Faction. Most people stay out of their way especially when they target Abnegation.

Blaine had landed in a heap on the floor, but quietly dusted himself off and stood up slowly. Against his better judgment, Kurt looked at Blaine and surprisingly, Blaine returned the gaze.

What Kurt saw there nearly broke his heart for reasons he couldn't begin explain. Blaine's face was completely blank. The radiant smile gone, the crinkled eyes erased, and even the gold in his eyes seemed to be dimmed.

Kurt's brain must have short circuited when he gazed into those hazel eyes. He isn't quite sure what possessed him in the next moment,

"Maybe if you didn't have so much metal in your head, you'd be able to see straight, Dauntless."

It was as if all the volume in the hall stopped at that exact moment. The Dauntless' head began to turn with his body to face him. Kurt's heart was struggling against his rib cage. He didn't know why he chose to speak out – he couldn't help himself. There was something about Blaine that he couldn't let go.

The sneer was apparent on the boy's face. "Care to repeat that, Candor?"

There was definitely a crowd around them now. This did not happen every day – or really at all. Blaine was looking at the floor and Kurt could tell he was trying to blend into the crowd. Kurt tried to catch his eye but Blaine kept his eyes lowered this time. Kurt's heart seemed to tighten in his chest at the action. He turned back to the Dauntless boy.

Kurt plastered a smirk on his face. "I don't think you'd be able to hear me anyway, not with all the signals you must be picking up."

A frown appeared on his face and before Kurt could move, a fist appeared in his immediate vision. A burst of colors appeared and then the darkness engulfed him.

A/N: Hello all, this is my very first fanfic so I want all the criticism you can throw at me! heh heh heh... yeah not really. I do want to know honestly what you think though or whether any of you are even interested in this very odd combo. I'm in LOVE with Veronica Roth's novel Divergent and I hope it becomes REALLY obvious that I'm a die-hard Klainer... so I was interested to see how Blaine and Kurt's characters would translate into Roth's world in Divergent.

WARNING: Severe Blangst ahead, read at your own risk.

I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave me reviews :)