A Different Beginning

Author:Quirky-Fan

Rating: M

Characters/Pairings:Kurt/Blaine Rachel, Finn, Mercedes and the rest of the glee club up to the episode 'Hairography.'

A/N This is an AU which means I have taken my writers licence to spruce it up a bit, basically Kurt and Blaine are both punk/Goth and do what they want when they want. They are not in Glee club but Blaine is in a band with Nick, Wes and David who still attend Dalton, Kurt occasionally sings with them. I plan to develop Kurt's relationship with the Glee members and his father as we find out more about both Blaine and Kurt, and why they are the way they are. This will be a multi-chapter story. Hope you enjoy!

Summary:Nobody pushes Kurt Hummel around, with a bad-boy, sexy, in a punk band boyfriend, Blaine, an icy stare and hot strut, nobody has really tried in a while. So why is he sitting in a club fall of misfits who call themselves New Directions? Klaine AU

Chapter 1

Rachel sat at the piano in the schools choir room, softly playing the notes to 'On my own', a personal favourite of hers. The Glee club had just finished its rendition of Imagine with Haverbrook's deaf Glee club and she was more than pleased that Mr. Schue had given up on his ridiculous notion of hairography. She was honestly prepared to bring in flash cards, diagrams and an oral presentation - rehearsed on her two gay fathers, why 'Hairography' was a big fat no in show choir. She was equipped with a well pitched speech.

Sectionals were only a couple of weeks away and the Glee club had definitely been feeling it, practice had been stepped up to three days a week and they still had to finalise a set list. Though they had a major problem that was much more daunting than a set list that was going to be decided by Mr. Schue anyway.

They only had 11 members – and the official Show Choir rule book clearly stated that there must be 12 to perform.

Everyone in Glee had been franticly recruiting all week but nobody seemed to want in on a club made up of misfits and losers. Even Santana had surprisingly tried to work her ways with a couple of cheerios to no avail.

Rachel glanced up from the elegant black and white keys of the piano hearing the door to the choir room open. Mr. Schue entered and smiled when he saw Rachel still there.

"Hey Rachel, you're still here? You don't have to be getting home?." He asked striding over to the piano.

"The grand piano that my dad's brought for me when they realised the mount of star potential I have is being fine tuned, so until it's fixed I have to find a replacement," she stated, " And while the school one is of very poor quality it'll have to do for another couple of days, I have a regime that I play piano for at least one hour a day."

"Okay, well I'll be out of your hair in a minute, I just have to pick up the wigs we used so I can return them ." Mr Schue said wandering over to the wigs that had been dumped on the ground.

"Mr. Shue, can I ask you something?" Rachel stood up and walked over to where Mr. Schuester was collecting the wigs.

"Sure Rachel, what's up?" He stood up fully with the bag in his hand and set it on the nearest chair.

Rachel hesitated a moment, wondering if she should bring it up. If she did Mr. Schue would know how worried they all were about their problem for sectionals. It really wasn't his fault, but none of the Glee members were having any luck recruiting, and the competition was just so close. She bit down on her lower lip slightly and looked up at her teacher who was waiting for her to speak.

"It's just that we're all really worried," she muttered. Mr. Schue looked at her with an obvious confusion plastered on his face so she continued. "Sectionals are only two and a half weeks away, and we don't even have enough members to compete, and I for one do not want to miss out on a chance to show everyone that I have what it takes, that...we have what it takes."

Will sighed and took a seat in the front row, motioning for Rachel to do the same.

"Rachel, I know how hard you guys work – I know how good you guys are, when I see you performing...it takes my breath away." Will paused giving Rachel a chance to take it in, " and do you know what else I know – I know that in this school there are kids like you just trying to fit in, to find something that will give them the freedom to be who they are and not let anybody bring them down."

"We've tried though Mr. Schue, and all we end up with is a slushy in the face." Rachel protested.

"Believe me Rachel, there are kids out there that can sing, some of them probably don't even know it, and it's up to you discover them and show them just how cool being in Glee club is. You'll find it surprising at what we overlook everyday, and who knows – they could be just around the corner." He smiled at Rachel who gave a huge grin back. Her confidence restored.

"You're right Mr. Schue, there are others out there that have the potential to sing with me and help the Glee club out, and as the other members of our club are busy trying to decide what to wear to rehearsal and who scored what on the football field I'll have to be the one who steps up and puts them back on track." Rachel stood and skipped over to the piano to pick up her school bag and music sheets.

She turned back to Mr. Schuester and gave him a cheerful sailors salute, "Leave it to me, Mr. Shue – New Directions are going to sectionals!" And with that she marched out the door, looking to all that could see her – Mr. Shue, like a girl on a mission.

Will let out a loud laugh wondering what on earth he had just subjected the entire student body of Mckinley high to.

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Rachel marched down the hallway, deciding her best bet was to start with the Drama club and move onto the band kids, they spent enough time as it was playing backing music to their performances, and surly there had to be at least one who was vocally inclined. She would merely offer them a proposition at the chance to be on a stage, singing, dancing and showing Lima what they could do, giving them a chance to shine – well their light would probably be a little dimmer than hers, well okay a lot dimmer. But this was understandable – Rachel Berry was a star, and she was not out shone by anyone.

Rachel was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realise that as she was turning sharply around a corner on the way out of the school, a boy also turning rather sharply in the opposite direction was making his way for a head on collision with a one Rachel Berry.

Kurt stormed his way down the hall leading back into Mckinley High, he kept his head up and glared at any passing students who were stupid enough to still be at school and get in his way.

It was Friday afternoon and he had hoped to be long gone from the school grounds nearly an hour ago, but his lift still hadn't shown up at the car, and tired of waiting, Kurt had marched off to find him. If there was one thing that Kurt Hummel lacked – it was patience. His day had started out badly and it had not opted to get any better as it went on. Kurt had awoken late after not getting home until nearly 1am last night after going out with his boyfriend, subsequently he had not had time to get his morning coffee, leaving him in a very bad mood.

It had not been much better at school, the only upside to the day had been seeing his boyfriend between classes – which were few and far between. And to top it all off he'd been asked by his teacher Mrs. Carmichael to tutor a couple of kids in French – she just didn't understand that Kurt Hummel did not spend his time preparing nouns and adjectives for Neanderthals who couldn't keep up with the current curriculum. Needlessly to say, he had declined.

So when his boyfriend didn't answer his texts as to where the hell he was, he was ready to blow up at the next person who got in his way. Yes, Blaine Anderson was in deep shit when he got his hands on him.

Focused on the best way to punish Blaine when he finally found him, Kurt didn't pay much attention to storming around the corner until he found himself on the floor with a small brunette girl on top of him.

"Oh my God," the girls voice yelled in his ear. " I can't believe it, I wasn't really paying attention – is there anything I can do?" her words blurred together and Kurt had to concentrate to hear her.

"Well you can start by removing yourself off my body and toning it down to an inside voice, I can barely understand you with you yelling in my ear." Kurt spat angrily.

The brunette girl stood up in a huff and glared down at him clearly enraged. " I'll have you know that I have an excellent voice trained by mastered professionals. If anyone should be worried about their voice it should obviously be you – your voice doesn't seem to have broken yet, I'd be getting that looked into by a doctor." The girl talked at a mile a minute and with every word she spoke Kurt's mood seemed to become worse. She was giving him a headache. Forget that...she was a headache.

Kurt picked himself up off the ground and straightened out his clothes, his black skinny jeans just needed a light brush off and his black long sleeved shirt with red buttons down the front needed to be slightly adjusted. He ran a hand through his brown and black streaked hair to see if he would need to make a quick bathroom stop somewhere down the line. He found it immaculate.

He glanced back at the girl who was now on the ground picking up sheets of paper and stepped closer towards her.

He raised an eyebrow at her choice of clothes and attentively wondered if it was some kind of junk shop dress up day, but quickly dashed that idea as the school day was over and whilst he always did manage to find some poor kid to pick out from the crowd and critique their bad fashion choices, he hadn't seen anybody around school dressed quite like her today.

Just as she was about to pick up the last piece of paper from on the ground Kurt moved and slammed his foot down on it. The girls head snapped up.

"Listen sweetheart, my voice is perfectly fine and I don't need some little girl who manages to dress like a grandmother and a toddler all in one to tell me otherwise," Kurt sneered down his nose. "Next time concentrate on where your going before you put some poor unfortunate soul through the torture of both your screeching voice and bad fashion sense." Kurt didn't bother to mention that he too had not been concentrating on his path, it would ruin the effect.

Kurt casually took his foot off the paper and bent down so he was face to face with the girl, he picked up the piece of paper and looked down to see that it was sheet music. Sheet music to 'On my own,' an old personal favourite of his. He silently appreciated her taste. Slowly he stood up and the brunette mimicked his gesture. He passed it to the girl who took it from him wordlessly, though glaring at him nastily, and pushed passed her and around the corner and in the direction he was heading from originally.

"JERK." She cried from behind him and he continued down the hall not turning back and rolling his eyes in vexation. His day had just got that much better – note the sarcasm. Kurt knew there was a reason he was gay. And he also knew that Blaine Anderson was in very deep shit.

Yes Kurt Hummel was having a very bad day.

Tell me what you think and I might throw in some Klaine smut next chapter ;)