The first chapter's not really good (I started it a while back and just got the ball rolling on it) but I personally think it gets better as you go on :)

A/N: This is my first Cheerio!Kurt and Nerd!Blaine fic

Full summary: Cheerio!Kurt and Nerd!Blaine don't exactly get along. So what happens when they gat paired for a glee club assignment? They're polar opposites. They're voices shouldn't work together, neither should their personalities. Or their chemistry, for that matter. They're two very different things that shouldn't blend together, but do. Kind of like French Fries and Milkshakes.

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Blaine walked towards the boys' restroom, the cold blue slushie dripping down his face deep under his clothes and into his pants. Another pair of underwear wasted.

Damn Azimio... Damn Karofsky... Damn jocks in general. With the exception of the ones in Glee club, Blaine had been slushied by the entire jock block... Including the swim team. That was how low he was on the status bar.

It wasn't even the fact that he was gay. Kurt being a Cheerio somehow made being gay seem more sociably acceptable to the rest of the school. And Sebastian was on the football team, so the fact that he was bisexual never took his social status down even a peg. They were the cliché Cheerleader and Football player item, only it was two guys, so apparently it was ok now. Highschool students fail moral logic... Blaine being gay wasn't the reason he got slushied almost everyday after lunch on his way to Chemistry, but it didn't help, either.

Nope. It was the fact that he was a loser. A nerd. A loser nerd. Being in Glee club didn't help his situation, either. Neither did the fact that he was the only guy in the school (besides Kurt) who had never even tried out for the football team.

Not that he wasn't athletic, he just never had any extra time. He had devoted all of it to Glee club and his academics. In the end, it's what was going to get him out of this miserable town.

He swung the door open, the cold draft of the air stinging his eyes. Even though his eyesight was hindered by the slushie, there was no mistaking what- or rather WHO he saw sitting on the sink making out. Very heavily, he might add.

Santana and Sebastian turned to Blaine. Sebastian's eyes went wide. This Blake (or whatever his name was, not that it was relevant) was in Glee club with him, Santana, and Kurt. If he spilled the beans about what he saw to Kurt, it just might make him break up with him. And he certainly couldn't have that. He loved Kurt, but a guy has needs. Needs that Kurt wasn't willing to give to him just yet. But Santana was willing to give it up to him whenever he wanted.

Blaine froze. He couldn't believe Sebastian would do that to Kurt! Sure, Kurt was mean, sarcastic, snarky, and frankly, a bitch sometimes. The Cheerios uniform he wore gave him the illusion that he was better than everyone else. But nobody deserved to be cheated on. He'd learned what that could do to a person after the whole Quinn/Puck/Finn baby drama last year.

Sebastian hopped off the sink and slowly walked towards Blaine. "Hey, there Blair..." He said menacingly

"It's Blaine, actually."

"Whatever" he muttered. "I would really, really appreciate it if you didn't tell Kurt about our... Interaction... Kay? Or I will END you!"

Blaine swallowed and nodded as he ran out of there. He knew that the info he had was powerful, but he couldn't use it. Sebastian would make his life a living hell if he did. Correction: even MORE of a living hell.

He flung the door open and stumbled out the door, right onto Quinn Fabray. She got knocked to the ground, pinned down by Blaine. He scrambled up off of her and gathered her bag. "Oh, my God, Quinn! I'm so sorry!"

She laughed and sat up. "It happens." he smiled. She stuck her hand out at him, still laughing. "Help me up, you dork." he laughed a little sigh of relief and helped her up. They'd become extremely close after she'd gotten kicked off the Cheerios last year. Mostly because she finally knew what it felt like to be an outsider. To be ignored. To get slushied. To be treated like crap. To be a loser.

When she got kicked out of her house, after Finn found out the baby wasn't his. Blaine had helped her, unlike any of her "friends" outside of Glee club. He'd even let her stay at his place until her mom finally kicked her dad out. His parents were cool with it because, well, it's not like anything would've happened between them anyway.

She stood up and wiped the blue pieces of ice off her yellow blouse (she refused to rejoin the Cheerios after she realized how badly Sue treated her). "Oh, Blaine! Let's get you to the bathroom." she took his wrist and lead him towards the bathroom.

"NO!" he protested. He snatched his hand away. "Um... Let's go to the one in the west hall... It's um, cleaner?"

She raised an eyebrow but didn't oppose his suggestion. They walked down the hall to the other bathroom. She sat him down on a stool and placed his head under the sink. They already knew the routine.

She gently rinsed out the slushie from his curly hair. "Ugh, why couldn't we just have used the bathroom over there? Slushie is a lot harder to get out when the sugar's all dried up." She finished washing his hair and pulled out a bottle of hair gel and an extra shirt and jeans from her bag.

He smiled at her. "What would I do without you?"

"Have hair dyed rainbow colors from all the slushies... But seriously, why didn't you want to use that bathroom?"

He swiveled around and faced her. "Quinn... What I just saw gives me power over some very powerful people. Maybe even blackmail material. And they know the only way to keep me quiet is by scaring me mute. I've known for less than five minutes and, frankly, their tactics are working. If I tell you, and they find out you know too... They will make your life a LIVING HELL..."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think that you're being a little over dramatic? Even for you?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a diva." Quinn snorted. Blaine was anything but a diva. On countless occasions, he'd given up solos just so Tina, Artie, and the other neglected Glee clubbers could have a chance at one.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. She lightly tapped his shoulder. "Cmon. You've already missed most of Chem. Let's get an early start to Glee."

He nodded and they gathered their things as they headed off to their favorite part of the day.

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Quinn sat near Mike, Blaine, Tina, and Mercedes for Glee. Sebastian and Kurt were in the corner. Blaine's eyes wandered over towards them and Sebastian shot him a death-stare. Blaine swallowed hard. That stare was a silent promise to make Blaine's life even more miserable.

Santana walked passed the two and winked at Sebastian who smirked, all while a distracted Kurt made (or attempted to make) small talk with Brittany.

"Dolphins ARE just gay sharks, Kurtie! Lord Tubbington told me so!"

"No, boo... Just... No."

Mr. Shue walked through the door and wrote "DUETS" on the board.

"Ok, guys! I have a project for you all. Now, we're the favorites to win at Sectionals two weeks from now, and yes, Regionals will be a challenge, and we'll still get to work on that. But we still need to expand and get to know each other! So, I'm assigning you all a project that will be due in four weeks, and I expect nothing but the best. You will all have a partner and then work with them for the next few weeks to make a duet."

Sebastian instantly spoke up. "I pick Kurt as my partner!" Kurt gave him a loving look and strung his arm through Sebastian's. It took every ounce of self control Blaine had not to barf.

"Not so fast Seb." said Mr. Shue and Sebastian made a face at that stupid nickname everyone in Glee had given him. It just never seemed to die out. "Your partners will be chosen by fate!" He pulled out an old top hat that had seven folded up papers inside. "Half of you were chosen randomly by me to have your names in here. Mercedes, Rachel, Finn, Artie, Santana, Puck, and Blaine. The rest of you will come and pick a name from the hat one-by-one."

"I guess I'll kick things off, since there's no possibility of me and Finn being paired." said Rachel. She walked up to the piano where the hat lay and reached into the hat. "Mike." Mike had a shocked expression that slowly changed to excitement. He couldn't sing, so it was good that he got paired with the second best singer there (Tina would always be first in his eyes).

Sebastian went next. "Mercedes." She just nodded indifferently. Well, he was an asshole at times, but at least he was an asshole who could sing.

Brittany went next. "F-f... Mr. Shue, what does this say?"

"That says "Finn", Brittany."

"Oh! Ok! I got FinnBrittany then! Wait... Who's FinnBrittany?"

There was a collective groan. "Finn! You got Finn!" cried Kurt.

Artie went next and called out "Sam."

"Score!" everyone laughed.

Tina got Santana.

Only Puck, Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn were left unpaired. Blaine was hoping that Quinn would pick his name out of the hat, but fate obviously didn't want that because as she pulled the name out of the hat, she read "Puck..."

The room was dead silent. Everyone knew what had happened between them last year, and that it hadn't worked out.

Quinn was silent as she took an awkward seat next to her ex-boyfriend and the father of her baby.

Blaine was disappointed and felt sorry for Quinn. Not much could be awkwarder than singing a duet with the guy that knocked you up.

But the worst part? That had to be the fact that he was stuck with Kurt as his duet partner.

Kurt Hummel. The Co-Captain of the Cheerios. Dating the one of the hottest guys in school. Got everything he wanted. Could be very bitchy at times. Stuck up, conceited, and arrogant Kurt Hummel. And Blaine was stuck with him for at least the next two months.

"Well don't look at me like that!" snapped Kurt. "It's not like I'm exactly overenthusiastic about the pairings either."

"Mr. Shue," cried Blaine. "Are you absolutely, one hundred percent, absolutely sure that we can re-chose partners?"

"Positive."

"Like, HOW positive?" there was scattered giggles throughout the room.

"Blaine..." said Mr. Shue with a warning tone.

Blaine cursed under his breath as Kurt took a seat next to him and began looking at his nails as if they were suddenly deemed more important than Mr. Shue's lesson.

Blaine buried his face in his palms. This was going to be the longest two months of his life.

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A/N: So whaddya think? Love it? Hate it? Meh? Its already complete so ill update like once a week unless you guys want it sooner?

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