A/N: This idea came to me while watching the 2nd Season of Glee, where Sue becomes the principle. Please, please tell me if this idea is good or bad. Please give this a chance, and if you start to read it, read through the whole thing. Please? Thanks.

Warning: I'm mixing up the time-line a bit.

Disclaimer: I own Matt. Nothing else.

"Madeleine, it's time to get up! It's your first day at your new school!" I groaned and rolled over. Glancing at the clock, I groaned again. It was 5:30 in the morning. School didn't start for two hours. That gave me time to go over my morning routine.

I brushed my teeth, trimmed my boy cut (I hate long hair; it makes me look like a girl. I locked the bathroom door and began wrapping myself. Inspecting my chest, it looks like it was the best I had done. I actually looked like a guy now. I strapped a bra on, to fool my mother, and put a baggy sweatshirt over it and a pair of baggy jeans. I had to fit in. I had to.

It was 6:30 by the time I finished my routine, and I went downstairs and ate a bowl of cereal. Seven o'clock rolled around and it was time for me to get on the bus. I left the house and as soon as I was out of sight I unstrapped my bra from underneath my hoodie and threw it in a trashcan. I wouldn't need it.

I hopped on the bus when it came around, and soon enough, I was standing outside of the doors of McKinley High School. I took a deep breath and strode through the doors. I was let down, though, when I didn't have one of those slow motion, cool walks with nice lighting. Instead, as soon as I passed through the doors, I was shoved around. Welcome to High School.

Being the new kid isn't fun. I hate the stares I get as I walk down the hallway. They all say one thing. "I haven't seen him before, who is he?" I put my head down, to pretend they weren't watching me. I knocked on the door the Principal's office. I entered and sat in the guest chair to wait for him.

"My name is Principal Figgens. You must be… Madeleine?" He looked up and noticed me. "Who are you?"

"I'm Matt. Or, as my family calls me, Madeleine." I said to him. "I have Gender Dysphoria. If you do not know, it means I don't feel like a girl, I feel like I was born a boy. And I expect to be treated that way."

Principal Figgens nodded. "I will change your name on all of the attendance if that makes you more comfortable." I smiled. "I assume you will also be using the boy's bathroom, correct?" I nodded, still smiling. "If I hear about any funny business, you will have to use the girls bathroom, do you understand?"

"I do sir. There will not be any funny business. May I see my schedule?" He slid a paper towards me. I read off the list. "First period, Spanish. Second period, English. Third period, Geometry. Fourth period, Gym. Wait, I can't do gym." I said. "I can't use either locker room. Is there something else I can do? Any other, I don't know, elective or something?"

"There is a list of electives you could do." Principal Figgens pulled a paper out of his desk and slid it towards me.

"AV club… no… Chess club… no… Glee club…" I trailed off. I had been at a Glee club in my old school. It was pretty well known, but nobody really liked me. Maybe I could change that. "I'll try that. Other than that, my schedule is great. Thank you, Principal Figgens."

"I'll print out the new schedule for you now. Here you go."

And I was off to my first class. Spanish with Will Schuester. I entered the room ten minutes late. "You must be…" He glanced at the computer screen, "Mister Matt Stone?" I nodded. "You can sit… at the third desk in the fourth row, next to Artie."

I moved to my seat. "Hey, I'm Matt. Could you catch me up on what we're doing?"

"Yeah, we're doing Verb Conjugation. To turn it into a different tense." Artie said.

"So like this?" I asked, beginning to write on the paper.

Class passed fast, and before I knew it, it was fourth period. Glee Club. I was so nervous that my palms were sweating. I got there rather quickly, and sat at the back of the classroom. The first people who came in were a couple. Two brunettes, a short girl and a tall boy who was pretty damn attractive. Looked like he was taken though.

The next person to come in was beautiful. He walked in with so much grace, my jaw almost dropped. He was gorgeous. So gorgeous that I didn't notice anyone else walk in.

"Hey guys, we have a new member. This is Matt Stone. Why don't we go around and say our names?"

"Rachel." The brunette girl.

"Finn." Her boyfriend.

"Artie, but you've already met me."

"Mike." The Asian boy.

"Tina." His Asian girlfriend.

"Sam." A blond football player. He was attractive.

"Quinn." A blond cheerleader.

"Santana." The brunette cheerleader.

"Mercedes." The black girl.

"Brittany." Another blond cheerleader.

"Puck." Mohawk-dude.

"Kurt." So that was the god's name. Kurt. "And what are you wearing? The baggy sweatshirt thing was so last season." He was insulting me but I think I liked it. I blushed a little bit and ducked my head.

"Okay, Rachel, Finn, how about the duet you've been working on?"

The two of them began singing, but all I had eyes for was Kurt. He was watching them so intensely. Soon enough, Mr. Schuester turned to me.

"So, Matt, we need to know how you sing. Could you perform for us now?" I gulped. I hadn't really prepared a number.

"I suppose I could try, but I didn't have anything prepared." I turned to the band. "Do you know Last Resort by Papa Roach?" The pianist nodded, and I stepped into the middle of the room.

"Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding.
This is my last resort.

Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding.
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong? Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide.

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.

I never realized I was spread too thin
'Till it was too late, and I was empty within
Hungry! Feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin?
It all started when I lost my Mother
No love for myself, and no love from another
Searching! To find a lover on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils.

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Nothing is alright, nothing is fine
I'm running, and I'm cryin',
I'm cryin'.

I'm cryin'.

I'm cryin'.

I'm cryin'.

I can't go on living this way.

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort.
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding.
This is my last resort.

This is my last resort.

Would it be wrong? Would it be right?
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide.

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying.

I can't go on living this way!
Can't go on living this way!
Nothing's all right!"

I looked around the room. I had been looking at the wall the entire time.

"That was pretty good, Matt. You have a alto voice though."

And that was it. Class was over. The rest of the day passed by in a blur, my mind set on Kurt. I couldn't wait to see him again.

A/N: Before you go batshit on me for writing a Kurt/OC fanfiction, it isn't actually Kurt/OC. It will be Kurt/Blaine. Because I ship that. There will be no OC/? Pairing that I know of.

Wow, I wrote almost 1,500 words and 9 pages.

So, now that that's over, review please?