A/N: Some Cheerio!Kurt & Nerd!Blaine for you. It's got a low rating for now, but in later chapters it will go up.

I don't own Kurt, Blaine, Glee, blah blah disclaimer here.

It was always the same for Kurt. His morning classes would go by in a blur as he attempted to take down as many notes as he could, keeping mostly to himself. Recess would come and go, filled with gossip and giggling from his team mates, and then his afternoon classes could go by in a similar fashion to the morning. Nothing of interest really catching his eye or drawing his full interest, or course he would pretend to please some of his girl friends, but that was it. The only part of Kurt's day that (in his opinion) wasn't a complete waste of time, was Cheerio's practice three times a week. He had several first place trophies to back him up on that.

No, he hadn't always been a cheerleader. But when Coach Sylvester took her 'sweet Porcelain' under her wing due to his flexibility and singing abilities, he couldn't turn down the opportunity. He really couldn't, because Kurt was pretty sure Coach Sylvester would make his life hell if he did.

Worse than it already was, being in the Glee Club.

Kurt missed Glee club and the New Directions, he really did. Singing had been almost everything to him, a sanctuary, a safe haven, something just for him to call his own and no one could take it away from him. Or so he thought, he was given a choice during one of Mr Schue and Coach Sue's battles; Coach Sue was being completely unfair and making a mandatory Cheerios practice on a Glee Club night and Kurt just couldn't do both. They fought over him valiantly he'll admit, a lot of effort put in to both of their parts and pressed all of his buttons as they were trying to persuade him. The thing that had really changed Kurt's decision though, was that since he'd joined the Cheerios, the bulling he used to receive halved, and then when he was promoted to co-captain not even a small whisper was uttered in his direction.

It had been hard for Kurt in the beginning, being the open gay kid in the school. Not to mention that he was quite short and still covered in a layer of baby fat. Although had changed now. The exercise he'd gained from being a cheerleader had helped him shed the extra fat and left his body toned and slender, and he'd grown almost a foot since he began at McKinley.

The dumpster tosses were no more than a distant, painful memory for him.

"Kurt? Kurt...? Sweet Jesus, Hummel pay attention to me!"

Apparently Santana had been talking to Kurt for a few minutes now, not that he'd noticed. He'd been staring at the other side of the cafeteria, his thoughts over at the New Direction's table.

Mike Chang was talking animatedly to Artie, while Finn was on the side hanging on to his every word and laughing along with them. He was probably trying to drown out Rachel who was sat next to him and seemed to be having an intense (no doubt one sided) conversation with... Wait, who was that?

Kurt tilted his head to the side, once again ignoring Santana as he studied the boy at the table. He must be new, and Rachel would likely be trying to recruit him to the Glee Club. The poor kid probably doesn't know what he's in for, especially with his... Is he wearing suspenders and a bow tie? And good lord, where are his socks? He's going to get slushied today, for sure.

Kurt inwardly cringes at the mental image.

"For fuck sakes Hummel, you best listen to me before I ends you" Santana said sternly, her eyebrows raised in Kurt's direction, her face contorted in to one of her many 'bitch' looks.

"I- yeah, sorry Santana" Kurt mumbled, turning so he was facing her head on now, his view of the New Direction's table blocked by another Cheerio's head.

"Look Kurt. You miss it, I know..." Santana paused, looking over at the table where they were all in fits, laughing at something else Mike had said. "But we chose where we stand a long time ago, and it's too late to do anything about it now, okay?"

Her words were almost comforting, almost. Knowing that Santana was in the same boat that he was, she had an amazing voice and Kurt knew just how much she liked to show it off. Besides, on more than one occasion he'd heard her admit she actually liked the people in Glee Club. With the exception of Rachel Berry of course, and well you can't exactly blame her for that. Rachel could make the most polite people crack.

"It's okay Kurt, you have us" Brittany confirmed with a genuine smile as she reached an arm across the table and taking one of his hands in her own, stroking it lightly with her thumb. "Your hands still feel like a baby" she thought out loud, causing both Kurt and Santana to laugh.

He would be forever thankful that he had these girls by his side. At least they understood him, both missing the Glee Club themselves. Well, them and Quinn, but Quinn was co-captain with Kurt and there was no way in hell she was giving up her reign of power, and everyone knew that.

Little did the rest of the team know, Kurt would give it up in a heart beat. That's if he was able to return to Glee Club and not be bullied almost every day of his life.

Being a cheerleader was his safe haven now, unlike singing it kept him physically safe instead of just comforting him as he cried almost every night. He couldn't go back, not to how it was before. Slushy facials and bruises, ruined designer clothes and homophobic slurs thrown his way. No one would dare to try anything like that, because he was the top dog around here (well, besides Quinn), and no one wanted to push their luck with him, or Coach Sylvester.

He still sang in his free time, though.