This is an AU where Spock joins Jim in his San Francisco high school (in this little flash, Jim lives with his mom there, rather than in Riverside, though I don’t explicitly state any of this). Just a little extra something.

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“You go ask him.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not doing it.”

Heavy sigh.

“Come on, Jimmy. You’re the only one he kind of likes.”

Jim eyed the kid who’d said that. Sandy was his name. Short for Alexander.

 “Oh, that guarantees my success,” Jim replied, sarcastically. “I’ll start with that. ‘oh, hey, new guy, since you almost like me, at least more than any of the rest, could you…”

“Just do it, Kirk.” It was always the girls who thought they were tough. And it was one of them that had just shoved him toward the new guy.

Jim stuck his hands in his pockets, gave one last derisive look to his so-called friends, and sauntered up to the picnic table where the new guy sat, nose in a book. A paper one.

He cleared his throat but that got him nothing.

Jim scowled in his friends direction when he heard the snicker. He sat down then across from the guy.

“So…Vulcan, huh?”

Great opening line there, Jimmy. No wonder he’s still ignoring you.

“You’re the new guy.”

Very slowly dark eyes rose up to stare at him. They made Jim shiver.

“I know who I am,” he said. “Who are you?”

So much for the theory he kind of liked Jim if he didn’t even know his name.

“Jim. Uh. Kirk.”

“Is it Jim or is it Kirk?”

“Both. Jim Kirk. Like you know, a last name. What’s yours?”


“Spock what? Or, um, what Spock?”

“Just Spock.”

Jim nodded. “Like um, Cher or Charo. Like that.”

“I have no idea who they are.”

Jim laughed a little. “I don’t know them either.”

“Then why mention them?”

“They’re from, you know, like the past. Long past I just thought…well that compared to Spock. Just Spock.”

Spock stared at him.

Jim shifted. “Um, so, want to join the Glee Club?”

“The what?”

“Glee Club. We sing. We’re about to do a holiday concert.”


“Uh-huh. We’re planning on singing Hark the Herald for one.”

“I am not familiar with that.”

“Oh come on. You’ve got to know that. It’s famous. Also gonna sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

Going to.”

Jim nodded.

Spock put his book down. “What I mean is, you are not speaking properly. It’s ‘going to sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Not gonna.”

Jim scowled. “I know proper grammar, dude.”

“It is most curious then as to why you do not use it.”

“Are you going to join the Club or not?”

 Spock leaned back. “What else are you going to sing?”

“Couple other Christmas songs. And some for Hanukkah. The usual stuff you sing at these kinds of concerts. You get extra credit if you join. Don’t worry if you sing like a frog. So does Ralph and he’s still a member.”

“I do not sing like a frog.”

Jim shrugs. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Well? What do you say?”

Spock didn’t respond at first. He finally said, “And you are in this Glee Club?”

He smiled. “Yep. Glee Club President.”

“What does a Glee Club president do?”

“Ask others to join,” Jim joked.  “Well, whaddya say?”

“Since you clearly need help with your education, Jim Kirk, I will assist you with your club.”

Jim held up his hand for a high five. Spock stared at his hand.

“You’re supposed to hit me.”

“Why would I strike you?”

“Not me, dummy. My hand.”

“Isn’t it part of you?”

“Now see. I think, maybe, we can help each other out, Spock. You can teach me to speak proper grammar and I can teach you how to be a real person on Earth.”

“A real person.”

“Yep. You’re here going to school right now cause your pop’s the ambassador dude, right?”

Spock gave him a look. “I suppose the answer is affirmative.”

Jim grinned. “All right then, Spock. Stick we with me. It’s gonna be great.”  

Jim turned around and gave the thumbs up to his friends.

“What is the meaning of that gesture? Is it obscene?”

He laughed. “Nah. That’s this one.” Jim showed him. “But never mind. Come on. It’s time for Jim Kirk Course One.”

“When do we rehearse the songs?”

Jim liked that Spock got up from the picnic table and followed him.

“Tomorrow afternoon. But today, you’re just going to hang out with me and benefit from the experience.”

That earned him an eyebrow raise, but Jim slung an arm around Spock’s shoulders and led him away from his group of friends.  Jim wanted Spock to himself.

“Now, the song goes, Hark the Herald Angels Sing…”