A/N: Good morrow to you! (I promise this fanfic is not written in Shakespearean language, I just wanted to set the mood a bit.) This came to me quite randomly actually. I was just daydreaming and then, BAM! a Romeo & Juliet story...but with Blaine and Kurt. So I started figuring out which character would be who in the actual play and it kind of exploded from there. Seriously, I'm psyched about this. So obviously Blaine is Romeo and Kurt is Juliet. But other Glee characters are actually roles of characters in the original play too. Some were a stretch and I had to do some tweaking, but some fit so well I just cracked myself up when planning this whole thing. So also part of the fun in reading this is you can guess which character is who. (If it's killing you to know the entire list, just PM me or something.)

And if you have never read the actual play, Romeo & Juliet, you probably will sometime in your life. So this is educational too, whee! I'm planning on making each scene a chapter, so it's easy to follow along with the actual play. And if you've already read the play, like me, hopefully you will like my takeoff of it and how I modern-ized (is that a word?) it around our lovely boys. Okay, enough of my introduction...on to the story with Act 1 Scene 1!

McKinley and Dalton were two high schools that were very alike. Both had among the most talented show choirs in the state of Ohio. Yet, they've had a long grudge and hatred against each other. From both of these schools, there were two lovers. Surely their love could never survive; they were from rival schools. Could only their deaths mend the poisonous relationship between McKinley and Dalton?

The Lima Bean was crowded with people on this particular day after school. Adults were also starting to get off of work and were visiting the café for their afternoon coffee. Teens were occupying many of the tables in the back - some chatting, some drinking cups of coffee or soda, and some engaging in some serious public displays of affection.

Puck and Artie walked in - well, Artie, of course, rolled in - and took a table in the middle.

"All I'm saying, Artie, is if they do one thing, one thing," Puck paused for effect, "to set me off. I swear I'm going to retaliate this time. I'm sick of always walking away. I have fists; I need to put them to use all over their faces."

"Puck, they're not worth it. We hate them and they hate us. We all know that. There's no need to make more trouble than their already is," Artie replied.

"If I even see one of them on the streets I don't know if I can hold myself together long enough to walk by. And plus the ladies love a good fighter." Puck took his hand, licked it, and slicked down his dark stripe of hair.

"Erm, you might not have to wait long for that fight," Artie gestured to the door.

Two Warblers by the names of Wes and David walked in. They were still wearing their school uniform, as if parading that they go to a private school and that everyone who didn't was not worthy of their time.

"Art, back me up, okay?" Puck stood up at the sight of them. Wes and David noticed Puck and Artie; the gaze of the Warbler boys was too condescending for Puck's taste. It was probably that ghastly uniform they were wearing that increased their smugness, in Puck's eyes.

"Puck, how am I supposed to back you up?" Artie hissed. "You don't need to start a fight! Not here!"

"Okay, fine, you're right. We'll let them start a fight first. Then it will look as though we were merely defending ourselves."

"I'll stare them down and let them react as they wish. Hopefully it provokes them enough, though." Artie glared at Wes and David. He wanted to burn holes in their preppy uniform. He didn't understand why so many girls claim to "love a man in a uniform." It made Artie sick.

"Hey, what's your problem, Stripe Head?" David gave a look at disgust.

"I'm just daydreaming. Do you have a problem?" Puck challenged.

"You look like you're staring at us," David said.

"Nope, I'm staring, but not at you," Puck retorted.

"Are you trying to start a fight?" Artie questioned.

"A fight? No, of course not." Wes didn't sound very sincere.

"But, if you want to fight, I'm not stopping you." Puck seemed to say "bring it on" at he sat in his chair, slouched at and angle and arms crossed.

Jeff entered the Lima Bean next. He saw the backs of Wes and David's blazers and strolled over to greet them. He was only five minutes late from when they'd agreed to meet; he was glad they waited for him until getting a table.

"Go on, fight me," Puck provoked them even more.

Something within David seemed to snap. He grabbed Puck over the table by the shirt and threw him to the ground. Puck was on top of David in retaliation within seconds. Both boys were hitting and clawing at each other within minutes. Artie thought he heard David's tie rip as Puck reached for his neck. Artie smiled at the thought as he rolled his wheelchair over Wes's toes.

Wes was not about to let a cripple beat him in a fist fight, that's for sure. He grabbed for Artie's arms as he threw punch after punch at Wes. For being in a wheelchair, Artie still knew how to defend himself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jeff ran to the tangled mess of boys and attempted pulling people apart. He held up his hands between both sides after finally breaking the fight up. "Break it up!" He had to pull Wes and David away a second time. "They're not worth it," Jeff said to Wes and David.

Finn seemed to appear from nowhere. He must have been watching the fight silently from another part of the restaurant. With all of the tables, chairs, people, and faux foliage, there were many places to hide unnoticed.

"What? You've started a fight with these worthless people?" Finn looked disappointed in Puck and Artie, but then he saw this as an opportunity to antagonize the Dalton boys. "Well, don't be a coward, Jeff. Fight back," Finn sneered with a dark look in his eyes.

Jeff was not afraid of Finn, but times like these he wished he could be about six inches taller to at least have a chance against him.

"I'm not in the mood, Finn. Either don't fight or do something useful with your hands and help me break up this fight," Jeff replied, trying his best to look intimidating.

"Just as I suspected. Warblers are nothing but cowards. Worthless. Arrogant. Cowards." Finn practically spat each word.

Sue Sylvester had just got her afternoon coffee after a long, tiring day. She was thinking about her ex-Cheerios. They looked so happy without cheerleading, but she knew deep down that they wanted to come back. When exactly, she didn't know, but she would be ready when they would apologize. She practically dropped her coffee as she turned away from the counter at the sight in front of her. Some boy in a uniform was trying to hold back other boys in a similar uniform while staring down a boy at least a half foot taller than him. A closer look told her it was Finn and he was standing in front of Puck who was rubbing a black eye, and Artie who was rubbing his left elbow. There obviously was some conflict that had just occurred.

"What's going on here?" She barked. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what had happened, "This is the third time you guys have broken out into a fight in here and I am TIRED of always breaking it apart. You think being a teenager is hard? TRY HAVING TO POLICE YOU AND YOUR RAGING HORMONES. You will be expelled from McKinley if this happens again." Sue pointed to Finn, Puck, and Artie. "And as for you boys – " She pointed to Wes, David, and Jeff, "– I can't expel you, but I sure as hell know how I can make your lives miserable." And with that Sue stormed out after first pointing her two first fingers to her eyes and then gesturing them to all the boys in front of her.

Finn gave one last glare at the Warblers as he stomped off with Puck and Artie.

David returned his glare equally as he turned to the remaining Warblers. "Hey, have you guys seen Blaine lately?"

"I did see him walking on the pathway outside the grand hall. But I think he saw me and made to hide before I could reach him. I saw where he went in the woods, but I figured he wanted to be alone," Jeff replied.

"I thought I heard him crying behind his closed dorm room door. But he never shows it in class or when he comes down for meals. The fact that he's eating is good," Wes reported.

"Why is he acting this way?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know. He won't talk to me anymore."

"Well, have you tried talking to him?"

"I've tried, and so have David and many more of Blaine's friends. He still is keeping to himself though. He's always bottled up his emotions ever since I've known him. We'll just have to wait until he's ready to talk. But I agree, if we could find out why he's sad, we could probably help."

The three Warblers were lost in thought until none other than Blaine himself strolled in the Lima Bean. He was looking very sharp – not a hair was out of place as he hummed quietly.

"Look, there he is," David remarked. "Hey, Blaine," he said when Blaine was within earshot.

"Oh, hey guys," Blaine said. Wes and Jeff looked at each other as they heard the sadness in his voice.

"Blaine, we're all worried about you. What's the matter?" Jeff motioned for them to sit at a table.

Blaine looked like he was going to remain quiet as ever, but he must have reconsidered this decision. He said, "Simply put…I'm in love."

"Why is that something to be sad about?" Wes asked.

"Because…he doesn't even know I exist. And I'm sure he couldn't love me back because he's not even out yet. I mean, I'm out and proud, but he's not and – " Blaine threw his head and arms on the table dramatically with a big sigh. He said something but it was muffled.

"Come again?" asked David.

"You're laughing, aren't you?" Blaine sat up looking distraught.

"No! Of course not, Blaine. It makes us upset to see you so sad."

"I'm already upset and you feeling sorry for me just adds to my sadness," Blaine glowered.

"Well, can you tell us his name at least?" Wes said expectantly.

"Jeremiah," Blaine practically whispered.

"Don't beat yourself up about him." Jeff patted Blaine's arm soothingly. "I have an idea that would make him just fall head over heels for you." Jeff smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes.