Kurt walked into McKinley High just like any other day. People passing, some giving him dirty looks and some not caring at all. There were a few students who liked the boy enough to smile and wave, earning themselves one of Kurt's halfhearted greetings. No one ever saw the boy truly happy; what star could truly be happy in Lima?

Little town
It's a quiet city
Ev'ry day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say:

Hey there!

What's up?

Hello!

Kurt sighed as he marched through the halls, heading toward the auditorium. So many little people, so little time.

There go the jocks they're out prowling, like always
The same old slushies yet to throw
All the people so forlorn
Since the morning I was born
In this poor provincial town

"Morning, Porcelain." A tall woman in a red tracksuit walked past, looking over papers.

"Good morning, Coach Sylvester." Kurt gulped, not really wanting to talk to the Cheerios coach.

"And where are you off to in such a good mood?"

Kurt was surprised that she had bothered to show interest. "The auditorium. I just heard the most wonderful song about a boy who-"

"Yeah, don't really care. Hey!" She called down the hall, pointing at some couple. "Arms length apart you two, you don't need to impregnate the girl in the middle of the hall!" Kurt sighed again and walked away, Sue's eyes following him as he left. She raised an eyebrow at his odd attire and rolled her eyes.

Look there he goes that boy is strange, no question
Too proud and girly in that skirt!

A Cheerio stopped next to her coach, watching the boy walk as well.

Never been on the same page
'Cause his head's up on the stage

No denying he's a funny boy that Kurt

As Kurt walked, he could hear pieces of every conversation. All were completely uninteresting to him, merely petty words traded between people going nowhere in life.

Hey there!

What's up?

Did you get my text?

No way!

You heard?

She's such a slut!

Make way for us!

Watch where you're going!

There must be more than this provincial life!

Kurt walked into the large auditorium, happy to see his best friend already playing piano on the stage. She saw him walk in and gave him a wave. "Hey, Kurt."

"Hey Cedes. Mind if I have a turn?"

She smiled. "Got a song in mind?"

"Yeah, I just heard it the other day and I wanna learn the chord progression." He looked down at his sheet music, taking in every small detail it could offer to perfect the song.

"Mind if I listen?" Mercedes peeked over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the music.

"Sure, hold this."

"This song?" She looked it over, not recognizing the title. "I've never heard it before..."

"Well, it's my new favorite! Sweet melody, perfect harmony, a great song to sing a capella if-"

"Alright, I get it!" She said, chuckling at her excited friend. "Come on, sing it!"

"I will when you go sit!" Kurt gestured out to the seats, shooing Mercedes away.

"Okay, okay." She raised her hands defensively and went to her seat. Kurt sang for his friend, and she watched him with extreme interest. The way he moved and belted out note after note made him unlike anyone else in the world. Kurt was special, in the best way possible. Why couldn't anyone else see that?

He finished with a grand flourish, holding the last note longer than humanly possible. "Thank you!" He said bowing. Kurt was never one to let down the crowd. "Thank you very much!" The boy bowed again, paying no mind to the crowd of teachers standing outside the large auditorium doors. They parted as he left and started whispering to one another.

Look there he goes that boy is so flamboyant!
This town he's trying to evert...
Always distance from his peers
With his headphones in his ears
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Kurt.

It took all of Kurt's might not to dance through the halls as he listened to Wicked on his iPod. I'm Not That Girl was the next song to play, one of his absolute favorites. Opened his locker and hid his face in it's depths, taking the moment to sing.

Oh, isn't this enchanting?
It's my fav'rite part because - I know
She's in love with Fiyero,
But so is Glinda and she let's him go!

Someone walking past picked up on the beautiful melody coming from Kurt's locker. She started babbling to her friend.

Now it's no wonder that he's in the glee club
That voice stands out in a concert!

But behind those brand name clothes
What he's thinking, no one knows

Very diff'rent from the rest of us
He's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Kurt!

Dave watched the countertenor from down the hall. He could hear that high voice echoing, no matter how hard Kurt was trying to hide it at the moment. His fists tightened into knots at the thought of what that voice could do to him, things that they shouldn't do. It wasn't right for them to do. He wasn't supposed to want this boy, but he did anyway. And it made him hate Kurt, more than he could ever express.

Right from the moment when I met him, saw him
I said that he's in for a hurt
Here in town there's only he
Who could ever ruin me
So I'm making plans to scare off little Kurt

Look there he goes
Isn't he manly?
Our school's right guard
Oh he can block!
Be still my heart
I'm hardly breathing
He's such a tall, dark, strong, popular jock!

Karofsky began weaving through the throng of people, trying to catch the small brunette. Kurt began to walk away, making the athlete push through the crowd even faster. Clipped conversations filled his ears as he shoved his way to the handsome singer.

What's up?

Move it!

Hey there.

Watch it!

He's so cute!

Got a pen?

Did you hear-

She's hot!

And then-

Make way!

I'll get my bag.

You better move!

And then-

That's so-

It sucks!

She said-

That's what I heard.

Well, maybe so-

There must be more than this provincial life!

I'll get rid of Kurt and I'll end this strife!

Every eye was trained on Kurt now, watching the small boy walk down the wide hallway.

Look there he goes
The boy is strange but special
His mind we wish were more overt!

It's a pity and a sin

He doesn't quite fit in

'Cause he really is a funny boy
He's handsome but a funny boy
He really is a funny boy
That Kurt!

Kurt plucked his headphones from his ears and turned around, feeling a million eyes on his back. Everyone in the hall was going about their business, paying him no mind. Kurt couldn't avoid the sneaking suspicion that he was being watched, though. Looks like it's just going to be one of those days...