Hello all! So I'm going to post a few beginnings of stories and then I figure which ever one everyone likes best, I'll turn into a multi-chapter! Please give me feedback so I can decide.

Option 1: The Boy With The Vogue Magazine

The day Kurt first met the boy with the vogue magazine was the first day of freshman year. He strode into his first class, smiling at the clicking sound his knee-high boots made on the cold tile. One glance around the classroom told him that high school was not going to be much better than middle school had been. All the same idiots who had tormented him since elementary school were seated throughout the room. Quinn Fabray was perched on Finn Hudson's desk, batting her eyelashes. Puck stared on, drool creeping from his mouth. And the ones not wearing sports jerseys and Cheerio uniforms sat on the edges of the desk formation, averting their gaze from Kurt.

No one wants to catch the gay thought the pale boy. He shook his head like a dog out of water. You're not necessarily gay, he told himself. Just... Different.

Suddenly, a figure caught Kurt's eye. Sitting in the back, conviently next to an open seat, was a small, tan-skinned new boy, dressed in a light green cardigan and a gray bow-tie. But what captured Kurt's attention was not the boy's lovely hazel eyes or his adorable, tentative smile. It was the Vogue magazine he held in his hands. The latest edition, it was one of Kurt's favorite covers and if the way the boy was attentively gazing at it meant anything, it was his as well.

Kurt made his way to the open seat, gracefully taking it and setting down his messenger bag. The boy smiled at him.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson,"

Kurt looked up in shock, surprised to find the boy holding out a hand. "Pleasure," he stuttered. "I'm Kurt Hummel,"

Blaine grinned. "I just moved here from Westerville," he explained.

"Oh I'm sorry," Kurt blurted out, blushing. "I mean, not that Lima is that bad, I'm sure some people like it and if you like it that'd be great but-"

Shaking his head, the boy laughed. It was charming, like bells. "No, no I get what you mean. Ohio in general isn't my favorite,"

Someone who doesn't think Ohio walks on water, thought Kurt. How refreshing,

"So you read Vogue?" asked the countertenor, motioning to the magazine.

The shorter teen nearly shook with excitement. "Yes, I love the articles, I really think fashion design is inspiring, you know? I mean, I'm not too great with it, but people who are all really cool!"

Kurt smiled, butterflies swarming his stomach. "Au contraire, my friend, that outfit is really quite fabulous. At least, better than some of the trashy crimes of fashion the people at this school come up with,"

Blaine's cheeks colored. "Th-thanks," he murmured, glancing down. "I really love your outfit. Is that Marc Jacob's new collection?"

Jaw dropping and glasz eyes widening, Kurt nodded. "Yes," he gasped. "You really know your stuff,"

Blaine laughed. "So do you, clearly," he said, motioning to Kurt's desk. In the process of setting his bag down, his sketchbook had slipped out, revealing one of his latest designs.

He blushed, moving to stuff it back inside his bag. "Oh, sorry, I don't normally-"

"Kurt," began Blaine.

Oh but the way he says my name... the teen thought wildly.

"It's a really incredible design," the new boy smiled, placing a warm hand on Kurt's pale arm. "I'd love to see more some time,"

Kurt grinned, glancing to the front as the teacher walked in. "That'd be fun, I'm free during second lunch if you wanted to eat with me..."

Blaine nodded, grin growing even further. "Can't wait,"

Later, the two boys found themselves beneath the bleachers, exchanging notebooks. Blaine's was filled with song lyrics, pretty good for a fourteen-year-old. Kurt giggled as Blaine complemented yet another one of his designs, hurrying to complement a song in return. Their conversation turned to the Vogue issue in Blaine's bag.

"Oh but the stitching on that dress are all wrong, they make the model's hips look atrocious," Kurt commented, waving his hands.

Blaine nodded. "I agree, but I think the color should have also been re-thought, no one looks good in that shade of orange, not even me," He winked at the last part, causing his new friend's heart to stop momentarily. Kurt laughed, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder for support.

Suddenly, a wave of color flashed across the boys' eyes and ice stung their faces. Silence filled the air as slushy dripped down their faces. They were too shocked to say a word.

"That's what you get for being fucking faeries!" a voice jeered.

They both looked up to find two junior football players standing in front of them, hatred and ignorance dementing their all-American features.

Blaine was the first to speak. "Look, I don't know what your guys problem with us is, we were just hanging out-"

"Yeah well we don't want you two spreading the gay around," the one who had spoken yelled, striding forward to shove Kurt, who had been rising in an effort to clean off his clothes, against the wall.

"Hey!" Blaine protested, getting to his feet. He turned to help Kurt up, only to be pushed as well. The cement scraped against his forehead, leaving peeled skin. Kurt was bleeding, his elbow having been scraped against the wall.

"Stop it!" Kurt cried, grabbing Blaine's arm in a weak attempt to protect him.

The heavier of the two players leapt forward, pinning Kurt against the wall. He spoke into the shaking teen's ear. "Listen here, fag," he spat.

Blaine attempted to pull the teen off of Kurt, only to be knocked to the ground by the other player.

"I don't wanna see you two princesses near each other again," threatened the jock. "And if I do, I'll do a whole lot worse than a couple of shoves,"

The other bully spat on Blaine, shaking his head in disgust. "Freaks!"

Then the jocks left, kicking both boys one last time.

Kurt slid down the wall, a traitorous tear tracing his cheek.

Blaine sat up, silently gathering his books and bag as the bell rang in the distance.

The other teen collected his things as well, turning to walk away.

"Wait, Kurt, where are you going?" Blaine called after him. The boy turned to him slowly.

"You heard them, Blaine,"

"So?" The boy looked baffled. "We can report them or something,"

Kurt shook his head. "Believe me, I've tried, there's no justice in this town. It's our word against theirs."

Blaine bit his lip. "But...But I really like you Kurt," He looked down at his soggy notebook. "I really think we could be... Really great..."

Kurt glanced away. God, Blaine really was like him, wasn't he? "Friends," Kurt finished.

Blaine blushed. "Right, yeah..."

Kurt sighed. "I think so too, but I don't want you getting hurt,"

The tan teen took a deep breath. "So what, we never speak to each other again?"

Kurt shrugged. "I guess so,"

Feeling Blaine's honey gaze on his back, Kurt turned once more, holding back tears.

"Wait," Blaine called after him. Pausing, but not looking back, Kurt closed his eyes. "After graduation... Will you go on a date with me?"

Silence for a moment. "Okay," Kurt answered. Bittersweet joy swelled in both teens hearts and then they went their separate ways.

But destiny can only wait for so long. And it definitely cannot wait four whole years.