Author's Note: This is a story that I have been thinking about, I will continue if people become interested.

It was my first day of school as a sophomore. I had just transferred here from my other school in Minnesota. Things were definitely different here. I could tell that right away. As I entered the building, I was met with something being thrown at me. Not an object, but a liquid. A grape flavored slushie and the laugh of a jock with a Mohawk met me with a sting. Ouch. Not a good first three seconds in the school. I knew right away that my outfit that I had meticulously prepared was ruined. My white shirt had purple blotches on the front, and I could feel ice dripping into my unspeakable area. My eyes flitted around, searching quickly for a bathroom. The quicker the better, the least I could do is save me from further embarrassment.

I began to take a few steps away from where I had just been slushied. In a flash, a boy with carefully styled hair and outfit, dashed to my side.

"Hi, I'm Kurt," He said holding out his hand. "I noticed that you were new here, so I decided to take you under my wing and show you how things are at Mckinley."

I gave him a shy smile and he returned the smile with an ear-to-ear grin. He linked his arm with mine and led me to the nearest bathroom.

"Thanks," I managed. "I definitely was not expecting a slushie right when I walked through the door. Is that like a tradition here?"

Kurt thought for a second, "Sort of. It is more of a way of embarrassing people. Pretty much everyone has been slushied, new kids, losers, gays, and all those people who are highly disliked here."

"Not to start off on the wrong foot or anything, but are you gay?"

"Yes," Kurt responded. "I am gay and I am proud."

"Good. I would hope you would be proud. My dads are gay. I never knew my mother, but I hope to find her someday."

"That is unfortunate, but I am sure you will both reunite one day. I must ask though, what is your name? I have already told you mine, so I must know yours," Kurt burst out.

"Rachel," I responded, "Rachel Berry."

"That is a beautiful name. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Kurt and I shared several laughs together in the fifteen minutes we spent together in the bathroom before school started. I could tell that we would become great friends. Luckily, he happened to have some clothes in his bag, don't ask me why. He was just prepared like that. I put them on and quickly fixed my hair, while Kurt scanned my schedule and compared it to his.

"Well," Kurt started, "after close inspection, it appears that our lockers are far apart, but we have Spanish, science, and math together."

He gave me a smile and started talking again, "Tell me this, are you into singing, dancing, and performing?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You should join the Glee Club! We could definitely use some more members; I need another friend in there besides Mercedes anyways."

"I would love too, but do you think it would hurt to wait a few days and let my newness simmer down here a little bit?" I asked warily.

"Of course," Kurt said. "I understand what you mean."

With that we left the bathroom and he told me he would meet me at my locker after first period. I had to get to my locker and head to English, yuck. I walked down the hallway and scanned the lockers and found locker #2435. I approached it, and took the lock in my hands, and I began to twirl my combination into the lock. I was unsuccessful. I looked down at it this time and tried it several more times. Darn it! I am going to be late to class if I don't hurry up.

I began to try again, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me?" A husky voice behind me asked.