You glanced down at your watch. You may be cutting it a bit close, but you figured you could use the 'new kid' excuse if you were late. You looked back up to Kurt, who was waiting expectantly for your answer. You nodded with a smile, Yeah, that would be great. Thanks so much, Kurt.

Kurt gave you a slightly-creepy-toothless smile and beckoned for you to follow him. You took that as a good sign that he was pleased.

Chop chop! We don't have all day! If you aren't careful and quick, it'll stain. Trust me when I say, that does not come out. He dragged you into the nearest bathroom, turning on the sink and letting the water run for a moment while he gathered paper towels.

You took off your jacket, finding it took the brunt of the slushee, and your shirt was unscathed. Kurt looked over, looking slightly surprised at your cleanliness, Oh, you lucky duck! It's not every day the slushie does minimal damage. Take me for example, He motioned down to his drenched outfit.

You also grabbed paper towels, and began using them to clean your jacket the best you could. Meanwhile, Kurt was looking in the mirror as he cleaned himself up. You could see him in the reflection of the mirror, dabbing gently at the redness dripping down his face.

So... you seem really nice. Why is it that the so-called 'athletic types' hate you so much?

Kurt thought for a moment, Well, being gay in Ohio isn't always the easiest. But it's mostly because of glee.

Glee? As in... happiness? They don't like that you're happy?

No! Kurt laughed, the Glee Club!

What's that? You looked up from your jacket (it was definitely going to end up stained) to Kurt in the mirror. You had a feeling whatever this Glee Club was would be important.

Did you not have one at your old school? It's like a show choir. Our advisor, Mr. Schuester, gives us an assignment every week and we find songs that fit that assignment. Like... a few weeks ago we had an assignment based on Fleetwood Mac's Rumors. We also go to competitions, and last year we got to go to New York for a national competition.

You listened to his pitch on the Glee Club, and considered. Would that be something you would be interested in? You've always liked singing, even if it was only in the shower, and it could be a good way to make friends at your new school.

Do you guys... accept newcomers? Or are auditions already over? That sounds like fun.

Kurt froze, his shock quickly turning into excitement, Oh. My. God. Yes! We're always letting new people in! Please come audition for us! I swear it, if you can carry a tune, you'll get in.

A wave of anxiety crashed over you, I'll... I'll think about it. Where do you guys meet?

The choir room. Oh, please come audition. Everyone will love you, I promise!

We'll see— You were interruped by the bell. You were officially late to your first class on your first day in your new school, …Shit. I've gotta go. I'll see you around, okay?

For sure, I'll see you around! I hope you come audition!

You left the bathroom, stained jacket in tow, and quickly found your class. It was embarrassing, but your teacher wasn't mad about your tardiness. As much as you tried to focus on the contents of the calculus lesson, your mind kept drifing back to Kurt and the Glee Club. Did you want to audition?