Chapter Three

It was time for English. Kurt thanked whatever was up there that English was a good class for him. Something about it came naturally to him. As he neared the classroom, he soon realized he didn't know where to sit. He turned to face the teacher, Ms. Corchran, who pointed him to a desk in the middle of the classroom.

Of course, he had to sit directly behind his stepbrother, Finn, who promptly said, "Dude! We're in the same class!"

Kurt just smiled wearily and tried to pay attention. They were reading 'Romeo and Juliet,' something Kurt was grateful for because he and Finn read it last semester at their old school. As a blonde guy and girl (were they twins?) read the balcony scene, Kurt found himself internally reading for Romeo. He loved acting, and hoped the teacher would call on him to run over some lines.

He found that the blonde girl was talented at the Shakesperian language, because with her soft, breathy tone she could express multiple emotions at one time, or none at all. She truly was an outstanding actress. As soon as they finished the scene Ms. Corchran clapped, with a huge smile on her face. (Was it just Kurt or did Ms. Corchran look like Rachel?)

"Awesome job, you guys! Quinn, excellent Juliet. I felt everything that Shakespeare intended us to feel. Sam, good work on Romeo. Class, who can tell us what Juliet meant by 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet?'"

Silence. Finn turned his head to side, where I could see him, and shook it slowly, reminding me of the third rule:

3. Never show up an entire class on your first day.

Which of course, I would end up doing if no one would answer.

"Anyone?" Ms. Corchran asked, slightly disappointed. I sighed and raised my hand, recieving indignant and confused glares from Finn.

"Well, since Romeo is a Montague, and Juliet is a Capulet, they are forced to hate each other because of a name. She is saying that even if he had a different name, she would still love him," Kurt said simply. Ms. Corchran looked pleased.

"You've read this play before, haven't you?" She asked, an air of something untangible in her voice. Whether it was pride, or amusement, Kurt didn't know, but he did know that she was smiling.

He nodded, then lowered his head to avoid the glares coming from all directions. Even the pretty blonde girl in the Cheerio's uniform (Gwen? Quinn?) was looking furious at his knowledge. The bell rang and the class dismissed, and Kurt hurried his way out of the class. But then he saw something that made his heart stop in his chest.

Blaine was throwing an arm around Quinn, who was talking and laughing and obviously flirting. Blaine was straight? And Quinn was his girlfriend? No way. He felt dread fill up in his chest. Was he too foward with Blaine? Was it obvious he was gay, and that he thought Blaine was cute?

Suddenly he felt a tug on his arm. "Nice going today in English," Quinn glared, Blaine standing sheepishly at her side. "Making us all look stupid on your first day." Blaine glanced sideways at his girlfriend, who stood taller than him. He really was short.

Kurt looked down, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that answering a question in class was considered rude," he snarked, honestly just too pissed off to come up with a better insult. "But I do have to say that your performance of Juliet was..."

"Yes?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...dry," Kurt grinned, before turning on his heels and walking away.

Blaine grinned and almost began laughing, but a quick glare from Quinn silenced him.

As he strutted down the hallway, he began to realize someone was following him. He looked to his side and saw a lost-looking blonde in a Cheerio uniform. "Can I help you?" He asked.

The girl nodded. "I'm trying to find the girl's bathroom, I thought it was on the second floor, but I was distracted by the colorful posters."

Kurt smiled. "What's your name?"

"I'm Brittany," she said, before taking his hand. "Your hands are really soft. Do you wanna make out?"

"I'm Kurt, and no, I don't want to make out."