Kurt lifted his hand and took drag of his cigarette, and inhaled it instantly blowing the smoke out making circle rings. Kurt never really knew why he started smoking. Maybe to 'fit in'. Kurt would hang round with people who smoked, so he wanted to do it to. It could have been that he could be growing up in a environment with smokers so it would be a natural transition to growing up. But no one did smoke in his family. So that weren't the case. He always wondered where it did go wrong, His mother dying to cancer, at the age of eight that was a start, His dad having a heart two years later an nearly died. His bulling. Well that could be a start Kurt was never like this, he was a smart kid brought up the right way. Always pleasant to be around and always talked with manners, he was the perfect boy until he started getting bullied. He had always been different from other students. He was openly gay, had amazing supportive friends.

But being the only gay kid at his school. No probably the only out kid in Ohio. It was rough; He hated people judging him because of his sexuality it pained him to see people that were once his friends disown his because they're scared they might catch 'The gay'. I mean come on; 'the gay' makes it sound like some sort of disease. But that's what they believe being gay is...

A disease.

High School was a place where students and friends backstab each other and start drama every 2 seconds. Sometimes High School will change the way you are and look and act towards your old friends and new friends. Kurt Hummel had recently gone through that phase, which made his life a bit more difficult. He decided to build up confidence and build a wall around him no one could see. He had become a badboy!

He thought that this would keep his bullies from coming and pushing him around how they did his junior year. The fact that everyone knew he was gay wasn't a matter anymore everyone knew not to mess with Kurt Hummel or he would kick your ass. None of his old friends from last year felt like he wanted to be around them anymore just because it could ruin his badboy persona.

He let him thoughts get away with him as he flicks his cigarette bud on the floor and crushes it with his heel on his black paint and leather Dior boots. He could never give up his designer labels ever. Even if it means he has to wear then discreetly he will.

He always got in to fights, but from now everyone knew not to mess with Kurt Hummel. Kurt was not that bad, he just builds walls around his emotions so no one can get at them. He has not cried in four years, He just couldn't he had no more tears to spare. He drank a lot too and he would hook up with random men he could get his hands on. He is an expert at sex, he never takes, But only gives. He fucked that many guys he couldn't count, but he would always be safe. Sexual transmitted disease. Hell no.

His hair once light nut brown colour, died black, all his loud clothes gone replaces with black leather stood jackets, the skinniest black jeans. His eyes piecing blue now with dark brown contacts in, He always hated his eyes. After one guy he fucked said they were beautiful.

Sack all that soppy shit.

Eyebrow piecing and his tongue piecing he got them done a year ago. And got quite fond of them. He looked at himself in the mirror with a smirk, as he grabbed his motorbike keys and headed out the door. He jumps down stairs and just as he was about to go out the front door...

'Kurt son, we need to talk' Burt spoke in a steady tone. Burt was a great man always there for his son, but he just couldn't figure out why his son turned out this way he has. He was just confused and needed to sort this out he was worried for his only blood son. so that's what's going to happen, he was going to find out once and for all.

'What the fuck do u want old man am busy' Kurt said in a hurried tone, as he looks his father up and down.

'For start you don't swear under my roof, especially to me you got that' Burt sighed out, He rolled his eyes at his sons behaviour. Kurt looked at is dad in annoyed, He walked over to his dad and sat down with a sigh as he throws his keys on the side coffee table.

'Kurt I know these past couple of years have been hard for you kiddo, I want to make you happy' Burt looked at his sons eyes as he says this. He hated seeing Kurt hurt.

'am sweet, no need to worry old man. Just because I have a fucked up life doesn't mean i am fucked up' Kurt glared at is father he knew where this was going, he would get a preppy talk, about what happened to him. Then there will be fucking shouting and he will go and have a drink. Which was fine with him?

He needed a drink.

Burt sighed in a annoyance he hated Kurt being like this, he wished his son would open up to him tell he what's wrong and what he needs to do to help him. It was torture seeing his only son waste his life away.

'Kurt son, I didn't say that you know i don't think you are your just broken Kurt and I am trying my best to mend then pieces but you're not working with me Kurt! I try and help you! And you just throw it back in my face all the freaking time! What happened to you Kurt huh? I feel like I don't even know my own son anymore! It hurts Kurt it fucking hurts!' shouts Burt as he stands up and paces up and down the living room. He hated raising his voice. Especially to his son.

Kurt sits there staring at his father, with a smirk on his face. Burt looks over to his son as tears start to form in his eyes.

'Are you done your fucking preppy talk, coz i gotta go places and see people you know!' he says with a eye roll as he stands up and grabs his keys from the coffee table ad makes his way to the front door.

'AM SENDING YOU TO DALTON ACCADEMY FOR BOYS KURT!'Burt screams

'NO YOUR FUCKING NOT! Kurt screams back is face red with anger.

'YES YOU ARE KURT! AM SICK OF THIS YOU NEED HELP KURT! DALTON WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU! MAKE FREINDS! REAL FREINDS NOT ONES THAT USE YOU!' Burt was angry he knew he shouldn't be. this was the right decision.

'I DONT NEED MATES DAD! I DONT NEED ANYONE AND SENDING ME TO A SCHOOL FULL OF PREPPY STUCK UP GAYS IS NOT GOING TO HELP ME!'

'Kurt son... please just. You start tomorrow no ifs or buts your going that's the end of it! If I have to drag you there myself I will' Burt calmly spoke. He felt awful for telling kurt like this. He needed to one way or another.

'FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! Kurt screamed as he runs out the door and slams it shut. He jumps on his motorcycle. And with a swift pull he was off. The breeze going through his hair. He loved this when he was stressed. The breeze sort of relaxes him, made him calm. But he was fucking furious! How dare he pull him out of McKinley! The fucking tosser! He needed a smoke. He pulled over in the fast lane ad sighed as he pulls out his phone and dialled the number. A well known voice rang through the line

'Hey Hummel, long time no speak. How have you been bro' The voice said cheerfully.

'Hey puck. I need some gear, i need it now. Fucking stressed to fuck. I still want that shit you got me last time! I will pay extra pukerman' Kurt looked around to see if anyone was looking or hearing his conversation. Shit will hit the fan if it did.

'Wow. Hummel desperate arnt we? We will meet at are usual place, in what can you do in 20 minutes? Puck questioned.

'Yeah Puck that's sweet am ridin my baby so won't be long! Peace out bro.' Kurt sighed as he broke the line. He looked up to the sky it was going to rain. Fuck that was all he needed! He jumps back on his baby. And took off through the roads of Ohio.

20 Minutes has past as he pulled up, into a abandoned ware house. He stashed his bike and stretched as he waited silently as he pulls out a lighter and a cigarette and lights he inhales deeply. He heard a car horn in the distance he ran over the parked car and jumped in the passenger seat.

'Hey Puckerman what have you got for me? Kurt said with a sly smirk

'Hey bro I have that good shit we had the other night, well i think it was the other night I cannot fucking remember' Laughter was filled through the car.

'Here' Puck passes Kurt a white bag. And in favour Kurt passes Puck a envelope full of money. Kurt smirk at the bag as he pocketed it and got out the car he turned around and learned against the car window.

'Thanks alot mate.'

'no worrys Hummel ring me anytime yeah to hang out? Do you need a lift anywhere? Puck gazes up to his best friend.

'Nar man got my baby over there cya init bro! Kurt shuts the door of the car and runs over the road back to abandoned where house. He takes another breath of smoke and stumps out his left over cigarette. He halts his bike from the floor and straddles it, he had to go home some point. He knew his dad was in work. Yes he thought as he fist pumped the air as he pulls up to house. He parks his bike and swiftly makes his way to the front door. He digs for his keys in his pockets and brings them out and unlocks the door. Kurt runs straight up to his room and locks the door.

He was alone finally.

He grabs the table and lines up the white powder on the coffee table. He leans down, inhaled, and whipped his nose. The powder ran down his nasal cavity, Coating his throat. He coughs closing his eyes and waiting for there rush. The craving to snort. The rest got the better of him, as his shaky hands lined up three more rows.

A door closing makes him think twice, his right hand swept over the white powder; scooping it up into his palm. He dumped it back into the baggy he had it in before slipping it into his draws, He rubbed his nose quickly, ridding it of any dust that might be noticeable.

'Kurt are you home son?' can a familiar voice. Kurt coughed, feeling slightly dizzy and high.

'Kurt are you here' the voice came closer. The door to his room opened and Burt looked around suspiciously.

'Am here' he said dumbly, a tiny smile forming in his sulky lips. He felt a rush coming head strong believed now, that the white substance was laced. He never felt like this before...But he liked it.

His dad came and sat on the chair facing Kurt. His eyes ranking Kurt's odd body language before he had never seen him look like this before.

'What do you want? Oh wait you already got what you wanted didn't you?' Kurt glared at his dad still furious of what he did.

'Kurt you're nearly seventeen starts acting your age. Listen I know I put that on you and am sorry ok I just think it's going to be for the best son' Burt said sweetly.

'WHAT ever is going to bed shut the fucking door on your way out!' Kurt walks over to his bed and collapses feeling the affect of the drugs washing on him. He felt numb. But that was cool. He didn't feel nothing then no pain no emotions nothing he heard a sigh as the door shuts he closes his eyes. And relaxes. He silence swept over the room as his breaths even out. And his soft snores filling the room.