SUMMARY

Kurt Hummel was a shining star in McKinley's food chain, being one of the best dancers in the Dance Programme and with a bright future at Julliard. Blaine Anderson was the newest transfer student into the Music Programme, with the voice of an angel and a face to match.

When the school faces foreclosure, Will Schuester forms a Glee Club in the hopes to compete in the annual Show Choir Competition and use the winning money to help fund the school. When the two boys' worlds collide in the new Glee Club, will their love be able to compete against the rigid cliques enforced by their friends, or will they crash and burn? (Rating may changed due to future mature content)

CHAPTER 1

Kurt Hummel's whole life revolved around dance.

He'd started as soon as he'd been able to walk, was able to pirouette perfectly before he ever learnt how to ride a bike. His parents had signed him up to every available dance class in Lima, training him to be an exceptional dancer, just like his mother was.

Elizabeth Hummel was a household name for anyone passionate about dance. She'd performed alongside The Rockettes, The Paris Opera Ballet, and even made a brief Broadway debut as a backing dancer for Chorus Line. She was phenomenal, and when she fell in love with Burt Hummel on a rainy summers day, she knew that dance was no longer her priority. They were married by the following summer, and had their son the summer after.

Elizabeth made sure her son had ever opportunity, but like her, his passion had clearly been dance. He trained relentlessly, and when Elizabeth was away for tours or performances, he worked even harder. He wanted to show his mother he could be the next big star.

And of course, there was no better place for a dancer to train than at McKinley School of Arts.

Not only was the curriculum rigorous, but it was also highly focused on your discipline of choice. Kurt, of course, was a shoe-in for the Dance Programme, with a focus on ballet and jazz. He breezed through his audition, and before he knew it, he was on the Dance Programme on a partial scholarship, and had scored himself a place in 'The Primas' before the end of his first semester as a Freshman.

The Primas were like rock stars in the Dance programme. Identified by their red, white and black leotards and tops, they walked through the halls of McKinley with their heads held high and a long history of consecutive National wins on their shoulders. If you were a Prima, you were destined to be a dancer for the rest of your life.

Kurt truly found a home with The Primas following his parents divorce at the end of his freshman year. His mother left for New York as soon as the papers had been finalised, with the promise of a room for him once he completed high school. The Primas, however, were there to support him through it, and pushed him to use the pain from his parents divorce to push his dance.

By the start of senior year, Kurt Hummel was a shining star. With an audition for Julliard lined up, as well as being flanked his group of Primas, he was focused. He was going to be the next big thing, even if it took blood, sweat and tears.

He was going to get out of Lima, and get himself on a stage in New York. Just like his mother had always wanted

Kurt walked through the halls of McKinley with his head held high, his red Prima dance vest worn proudly underneath his matching red Prima jacket. His leather sports bag was slung confidently over his left shoulder, his hair coiffed to the heavens. With a protein smoothie in his hand, he walked to his locker to get ready for his morning cardio warmup, followed by a prolonged technique class.

"Someone hit puberty over summer," Santana Lopez, fellow dancer and Prima, complimented him as he opened his locker, flanking his right, "Seriously Hummel, you're smoking. I'd totally let you tap this, you know-"

"Thank you Santana," Kurt rolled his eyes amicably at his friend, "If I miraculously wake up tomorrow with a heterosexual inclination, I'll come straight to you."

"Can't wait," Santana winked as Kurt unloaded whatever textbooks he'd need into his locker, "So, how was my favourite Hummel's summer?"

"Uneventful," Kurt shrugged.

"Seriously?" Santana asked, "No boys? No New York?"

"No boys," Kurt lied, "I don't have time for a boyfriend. Maybe when I'm forty and out of commission. And, my mother was busy this summer.

Santana scoffed, "Oh please, you don't need a boyfriend to have fun. I mean, look at me."

"I'd rather not," Kurt joked.

Santana playfully nudged him as he closed his locker, the two beginning to walk down the corridors to their first dance class of the year together.

"Come on, you must've done something worthwhile this summer," Santana pushed, "Because Quinn told me-"

"Quinn doesn't know what she saw," Kurt snapped, turning viciously to his friend, "Just drop it, okay?!"

Because no way was he going to tell his friends about his moment of weakness. McKinley was his perfect world, and nothing was going to ruin that.

"Alright alright, chill Lady Lips," Santana rolled her eyes, resuming her leisurely stroll alongside him, "Just making conversation..."

Kurt didn't reply. Instead, he focused on Juilliard. He still had his admissions essay to finish, or well, start. Nothing was going to distract him this year.

Blaine Anderson was nervous to say the least.

Sure, being a transfer student could be nerve-wrecking, but being a transfer student from an academic private school to an arts-based high-school was a whole new level. He didn't know how to fit in, if he could even fit in. His mind was a steady tornado of insecurity, his heart racing a million miles a minute.

For the last three years, Blaine had hidden behind the prim uniforms of Dalton Academy, sheltered from the scary outside world he referred to as High School. He'd been a rockstar there, being the lead singer of their show choir, The Warblers, since his sophomore year. Blaine had lived the glamorous life of prep school, but his heart wanted one thing and one thing only; to make music.

And so, when his mother had suggested a transfer to the best arts-centred high school in all of Ohio, Blaine had immediately said yes. Sure, he'd miss his friends and The Warblers, but he needed to step out of his comfort zone to become an artist. He needed to push himself to new limits. Music was his passion and what he intended to do for the rest of his life, so it made sense to drop everything and enter this world.

He thought he'd fit right into this world, but now, standing at the doorway of his first class, he felt... Lost.

Composition class was held in room M06, a classroom on the far right of the campus. The classroom itself was gorgeous, with sheet music pasted all over the walls and ceiling, and wooden dual-person desks neatly arranged in two rows. However, everyone seemed to have a partner to sit with, some even opting to turn around and chat in small groups. There were still at least a few minutes left to the start of the lesson, and Blaine didn't know if he should walk in or run for the hills.

As he considered the latter option, he spotted a girl with dark brown hair and bangs sat on her own at the front, furiously scribbling in her pink glittered binder. As if on cue, the minute his eyes landed on her, she turned to face him. Instantly, a friendly smile fell on her face, beckoning him over.

"Is this seat taken?" Blaine asked almost-timidly.

"Not at all," the girl replied eagerly, gesturing for him to sit, "All yours. Are you new, or have you just skipped a few grades?"

"Thanks," Blaine smiled, sitting down, "And no, I'm a transfer."

"I'm Rachel Berry," the girl introduced herself, stretching her hand out to Blaine confidently with a dazzling smile, "Fellow senior, and future star."

"Blaine Anderson," Blaine replied, shaking her hand.

"You look like you'd have a good tone, but I'm not so sure on your range," Rachel mused to herself quietly, "I have a gift for sniffing out talent."

"Should I be flattered?" Blaine joked.

"Partially. I still haven't heard you sing yet," Rachel remarked, "Do you play an instrument?"

"Guitar and piano, but my passion really is singing," Blaine explained, nervously bouncing his leg.

"Finally!" Rachel beamed, "I've been dying to find a worthy male duet partner. Don't get me wrong, the girls are great, but we're seriously lacking in the boys department in the Music Programme."

Blaine laughed, "Glad to be of service."

Before the two could continue their conversation, a middle-aged man with a dark vest walked through the door, carrying a stack of sheet music in his hands.

"Good morning everyone," the teacher smiled, dumping the pile on his desk, "As you know, I'm Mr. Schuester and I will be your teacher for most of your classes this year. Now, let's get started.

Will Schuester was a busy man.

Alongside dealing with the consequences of his divorce, he also taught a large part of the music programme in McKinley School Of Arts, as well as tutoring students in the mandatory academic subjects needed to pass their exams. He dedicated his entire life to his students, and he loved every second of it.

Will Schuester was also inexplicably infatuated with none other than Emma Pillsbury, the schools' councillor.

Therefore, he naturally spent a large part of the years' first lunch faculty meeting swooning over how she meticulously wiped each and every one of her grapes. He only heard snippets of the meeting, that is until-

"-And therefore, we're expecting the school to close by the beginning of next year-"

"What?!" Will exclaimed, turning to Principal Figgins, his daydreaming now forgotten, "How is this happening?"

"Well Will, I'm assuming all that hair gel you put in your excuse of what we normal humans call 'hair' has seeped into your skull, so let me reiterate," Sue Sylvester, the lead dance coach, replied, "We're facing detrimental budget cuts. Investors have pulled out. The school won't be able to fund another year after this."

"There has to be a way," Will pushed, "What about the dance budget? We could distribute that and-"

"Absolutely not," Sue cut in, "We need every penny of that budget. The music programme should be the one to be cut."

"We have more students on the music programme than the dance programme, and you guys spent a ridiculous amount of money on dry-cleaning," Will argued, "You can't just-"

"Enough!" Principal Figgins exclaimed, silencing the two teachers, "We need a solution, not an argument. Now, I suggest everyone starts thinking, because we're running out of time. And fast."

Will couldn't believe what was happening. Performance Art had been his whole life, even from when he was in high school and had been part of the Glee club. It had been one of the happiest times of his life, and he was prepared to sacrifice anything to give his students the same opportunity. They'd competed in show choir competitions, even won National titles a few times. There had to be a way that they could-

And then it hit him.

"I've got an idea," Will announced, looking at his fellow members of staff hopefully, "Something that will help the kids, and bring money to the school. Something that will mix all the Arts programmes together."

Principal Figgins raised his eyebrows, Sue leaning back into her seat expectantly.

"Please, William Schuester, do share."

"Since you're new here, and automatically my newest friend, I'm going to explain to you how this school world," Rachel began as the two found their way into the lunch queue.

"McKinley offers four different Programmes; Dance, Music, Drama and Visual Arts, as well as courses for the technical aspect of all four," Rachel continued, "That also means that we have cliques, but trust me, they're necessary. We don't intermingle with any other course, unless you're in extracurriculars such as athletics or student council, but even then the clubs are very divided."

"Why?" Blaine found himself asking as they both grabbed red lunch trays.

"It avoids conflicts of interest," Rachel shrugged, "For example, a girl in the Visual Arts Programme started dating one of the Technical Theatre students. Scandalous, I know. Anyway, the school was in shock, but we didn't expect them to last long. In fact, they broke up within the hour. There was no other option, really."

"You guys don't even do musicals?" Blaine asked, grabbing a simple chicken-salad sandwich.

"The Drama Programme put on a few plays every year, but musicals tend to be a summer-project thing," Rachel explained, "And even then, there are very obvious cliques."

Blaine had never thought of cliques, really. He just assumed everyone would get along, but clearly, that wasn't the case.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria, Kurt Hummel was busy gossiping with his Prima friends about the upcoming year.

"I heard Sue wants us to start with Hofesh Shechter in Choreo class," Santana disclosed as she shook her green juice.

Kurt wrinkled his nose, "I'm all for contemporary, but I'm dying to do more pointe."

"You're always dying to do more pointe," Quinn Fabray pointed out, her blonde hair slicked back into the most impressive ballet bun he'd ever seen, "I heard the Drama geeks threw a riot because their first assignment is a Greek play."

Brittany Pierce furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, turning to Santana, "Why wouldn't you want to go play in Greek?"

"Play in Greece," Santana corrected her, "And- You know what, never mind."

Brittany shrugged, playing with the orange in front of her, "Actors are stupid."

"Hey, hold up," Santana stopped, throwing her arms out to her friends to stop them from talking before gesturing behind Kurt, "Who's the cutie?"

The quartet turned to face the lunch queue, and Kurt immediately spotted the 'cutie'. He had gelled-back dark hair to accompany his dark triangular eyebrows. He wore a short-sleeved button-down black shirt with a yellow bowtie securely fastened around his collar, matched with a pair of yellow ray-bangs that had been hooked to his black belt, holding up a pair of well-fitted red trousers. To complete the look, he had a glorious pair of black boat shoes.

Kurt had to admit the boy was rather attractive (okay, gorgeous), but he had none other than Rachel Berry latched to his side, which meant he was a Music Programme student, and Music and Dance did not mix. Ever. Regardless of that, Kurt silently wished the boy might just be a late arrival, or might switch into the Dance Programme. Especially when he turned to face the lunch lady and therefore gave the table the perfect view of-

"That ass," Santana sighed dreamily, Quinn dramatically fanning herself next to her, "Honestly, one of us needs to tap that. Preferably me."

"You're a lesbian," Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I might be out and proud but I can appreciate some good man-candy when I see it," Santana replied easily, nudging Quinn, "If he's straight, you have to take one for the team."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "I don't do boys."

"I'm so glad you're finally coming out-"

"No Santana," Quinn smirked, "I'm laying off boys for the year. Besides, if Berry is onto him, no one stands a chance in hell."

"Kurt, it's on you," Santana grinned, eyeing the boy as he followed Rachel Berry to a table, "Obviously, Britt is off the table-"

"No, I'm still here-"

"-So it's all on you," Santana continued, ignoring her girlfriend, "If he's attracted to that Dwarf over there, he's definitely confused."

"I'm also laying off boys this year, thank you Satan," Kurt announced, "Auditions are just a few months away and-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, we know," Santana waved him off, "God, you're just no fun."

However, something somewhere inside Kurt wished that he hadn't made that decision. He silently wished that the unfamiliar boy wasn't Rachel's newest conquest, that he wasn't the newest out of a long list of straight men in the school. However, he suppressed those feelings, and instead swallowed a bite of his salad, mutely listening while Quinn described her summer.

If that boy was going to be walking around the halls of McKinley, looking like that, then Kurt was in trouble.