Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I'm not making any profit from this story.
Summary: Sort of follows Never Been Kissed except Kurt never meets Blaine and Karofsky never kisses him. After trying to stand up to his bully and having it backfire on him Kurt decides that the best thing to do would be to run away. Where will he go and what will everyone that he left behind do without him?
This story will eventually be Kurt/Will
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Enjoy!
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Kurt flinched as he felt his body hit the wall of lockers. He looked up and watched as Karofsky walked away with a smirk on his face. Kurt was so sick of being pushed around by the jock. "What is your problem?" he shouted before the larger boy could turn the corner.
Karofsky looked back at him with an astounded look on his face, which quickly turned into a glare.
'Damn it' Kurt thought to himself 'think before you open your mouth!'
Karofsky growled "You talking back to me?" as he stalked towards Kurt, his hand balling up into a fist "You want a piece of the fury?"
"The fury?" Kurt asked sceptically, trying to sound strong and not show his fear. He wouldn't give the other boy the satisfaction.
"That's what I named my fist!" Karofsky grunted.
"Well with that level of creativity you could easily become the manager of a rendering plant" Kurt shot back.
"I don't know what that is, but if I find out it's bad, the fury is gonna find you!" Karofsky growled before slamming Kurt against the lockers again and walking away.
Kurt closed his eyes, rested his head against the lockers and breathed deeply. He didn't know how much more he could take of this; it was slowly wearing on him.
Then a hand landed on his shoulder and he violently flinched away. When he opened his eyes he was staring into the worried face of Mr. Schuester.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Schue asked.
Kurt sighed "Yeah, I'm fine" he lied.
Mr. Schue didn't look convinced "Can I see you in my office for a minute Kurt?"
'Great' Kurt thought sarcastically but instead he replied "Yeah sure" and followed his teacher to his office.
Mr. Schue gestured for Kurt to sit down once they were in his office. Then he sat at his desk, across from Kurt. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked.
Kurt sighed again "No, this is my hill to climb alone."
"Can I be honest?" Mr. Schue asked.
Kurt shrugged.
"I think it's getting to you, usually this stuff just rolls right off your back but lately you've been belligerent, angry, pushing people away" Mr. Schue stated.
"Can I be honest with you?" Kurt asked trying to control the annoyance growing in him "You along with everyone else at this school are too quick to let homophobia slide." Then he added, since he had been given the chance to talk, "And your lesson plans are boring and repetitive...I mean boys versus girls, that doesn't challenge any of us."
Schuester shook his head "You mean because I wouldn't let you be on the girl's team like you wanted?"
Kurt was tired of this conversation, Mr. Schue would never truly understand. This conversation wouldn't do him any good if Mr. Schue really wanted to help him he should do something about Karofsky; like have him expelled. Instead of answering his question Kurt stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder. "You were right before Mr. Schue, I am unhappy. And being the only out gay kid at the school gets me down but most of all I'm not challenged here." With that Kurt left Mr. Schue's office.
Schuester stared as his student walked away. He sighed and put his head in his hands, Kurt was a good kid and it saddened him to see the boy so dejected but he didn't know how he could help him.
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Kurt sat down beside Mercedes at their lunch table.
She looked up at him "Where have you been?"
"I was just talking to Mr. Schue" Kurt answered.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him in question.
Kurt rolled his eyes "He saw Karofsky push me into a locker and wanted to know if I was okay."
"Oh..." Mercedes said and trailed off "Are you okay?"
"Yeah" Kurt said his annoyance coming back full force.
"Oh that's good" Mercedes said and went back to eating her lunch. She then asked him if he wanted to go shopping on Sunday and proceeded to tell him about a sale they were having at the mall.
Kurt sat and stared past her as he pretended to listen to her.
He felt like he could never talk to her anymore. At least not about the important stuff. She held no answers for him and always answered him with an 'oh' when he told her about how he was being bullied. He understood if she didn't know what to say to him but he just wanted someone to vent to without them acting awkward around him after.
Kurt was depressed, he really needed someone to talk to but he didn't have anyone he could tell about the Neanderthal who had decided, for some unknown reason, to make his life a living hell. And that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that no one seemed to notice or care. Besides Mr. Schue who had seen it happen to him today, no one said anything. If they saw him pushed into a wall or tripped in the halls, they would give him pitying looks but no one ever said or did anything to help him.
Kurt just didn't know what to do.
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A few days later, Kurt was putting his books away in his locker and getting ready to go home. He had just pulled on his jacket when he went flying face first into his locker. It hurt, really hurt and something inside Kurt snapped as he whipped around slamming his locker closed. He watched as Karofsky disappeared into the boy's locker room.
"HEY!" Kurt yelled loudly as he chased after Karofsky and ran into the boy's locker room "What is wrong with you?"
"Girl's locker room is next door" Karofsky said, not even looking at Kurt.
"What is your problem?" Kurt asked him, not giving up.
"Excuse me?" Karofsky asked staring him down.
"What are you so scared of?" Kurt hissed.
"Besides you sneaking in here to look at my junk?" the jock asked.
"Oh yeah, every straight man's nightmare that all of us gays are out to molest and convert you, well guess what, you're not my type." Kurt yelled.
"Is that right?" Karofsky asked glaring at Kurt.
"Yeah, I don't date chubby boys, who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty" Kurt stated.
Kurt barley realised what was happening until it was too late and Karofsky's fist had collided with his cheek.
Kurt was shocked, he had never actually been punched before, but it didn't stop there.
Karofsky threw Kurt, as hard as he could, against the lockers. Then he punched Kurt hard in the stomach and again in the face.
Kurt let out a whimper and felt himself slide down the lockers where Karofsky kicked him in the ribs a few times.
Karofsky was breathing heavily when he finally stopped "Faggot" he whispered angrily "Stay the fuck away from me!"
Then he left.
Kurt lay on the floor in pain. His lip was split and bleeding. He knew his face would be bruised pretty badly and he hopped that his ribs were just bruised and not broken.
He let tears fall down his face as he tried to stand up.
It hurt to walk and Kurt had to grip the wall in order to stay standing. He thought he should probably go see the school nurse but he couldn't bring himself to do it, he was too humiliated.
He finally got back to his locker and opened it so he could grab his bag and his jacket. He leaned his head against the cool metal of the lockers and breathed out deeply. He heard someone coming down the hall and squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped it was no one he knew.
However a few seconds later, the footsteps stopped and Kurt heard Mr. Schuester's voice call out to him "Kurt, are you okay?"
"Fuck" Kurt whispered to himself, he thought his teacher went home early on Fridays.
"Kurt?" Mr. Schuester repeated.
Kurt let out a breath "Yes?" he answered softly, not turning around.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Nothing, I'm fine" Kurt said clenching his teeth as he felt a wave of pain through his abdomen.
However Mr. Schue didn't leave, instead he walked closer to Kurt and stood right beside him "Look at me" he ordered.
Kurt hissed as he turned his head to look at Mr. Schue. He heard Mr. Schue's intake of breath when he got a look at Kurt's face.
"Oh my God Kurt, what happened?" he asked.
Kurt looked at his feet; he was embarrassed that his attempt to stand up to Karofsky backfired so badly.
"Kurt?" Mr. Schue prompted.
"Karofsky..." Kurt said trailing off but the one word was all Mr. Schue needed to figure out what had happened.
"Oh Kurt, I'm sorry" Mr. Schue said.
Kurt didn't know why the teacher was apologising.
"Here let's get you to the nurse's office" Mr. Schue suggested.
"No, I'm fine." Kurt said.
"Kurt, I'm not letting you walk out of the school like that" Mr. Schue stated.
Kurt could feel his eyes begin to tear "I don't want to go to the nurse; I don't want anyone to know."
Mr. Schue frowned "You can't just let Karofsky get away with this" he said gesturing to his face "And you should be checked out by the nurse, I wouldn't feel comfortable sending you home like that. Don't argue with me Kurt, we need to get you to the nurse."
Kurt's shoulders slumped and he closed his locker. He held onto the wall for support and began walking to the nurse's office.
Mr. Schue's eyes widened as he realised how badly Kurt was hurt, the boy could barely walk. He quickly moved towards him and placed his arm around Kurt's back and under his arm so that Kurt could lean on him.
Kurt hated to be so helpless but he wasn't going to push Mr. Schue away because he did find it easier to walk. He stumbled along beside Mr. Schue until they got to the nurse's office, they didn't meet anyone in the halls and Kurt guessed they had all already gone home. He wondered where Karofsky had run off to.
Mr. Schue helped him into a chair and then went to grab the nurse.
Kurt closed his eyes and let the tears run freely down his face. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Why had he pushed Karofsky like that, why did he think that the bully would back down if he stood up to him. He was so stupid. And now Mr. Schue would make him tell the principle, and all he would do would be to give Karofsky a slap on the wrist just like always but then Karofsky would hate him even more. He would come after him even more. Kurt knew how situations like these worked. Karofsky would never stop and Kurt would never feel safe.
Kurt heard Mr. Schue clear his throat and he looked up at his teacher.
He was holding out his hand and had that same worried look on his face. "The nurse said she will see you now."
Kurt nodded and let Mr. Schue help him up.
After the nurse had checked him over, shaking her head the whole time, she stitched up his cut lip and gave him and icepack for his eye. "Thankfully, your ribs are only bruised and not broken, you'll need to rest up this weekend and take it easy. Hopefully by Monday you'll be fine. The swelling around your eye and lip should go down in the next few hours as long as you continue to apply the ice. And the bruising should fade in the next two weeks."
Kurt took in the information with a sigh.
Mr. Schue thanked the nurse and helped Kurt out of the office.
"We should go see Principle Figgins" Mr. Schue said.
"I...please can we wait until Monday" Kurt said thinking quickly "I just want to go home and rest."
Mr. Schue looked like he was going to protest but when he took one look at the pleading look on Kurt's face he sighed and agreed that they would go to the principle on Monday.
"Thanks Mr. Schue" Kurt said and he began stumbling away.
"Wait" Mr. Schue said "Aren't you going to call you dad or someone to come pick you up."
"I can't" Kurt said "He went away for the weekend with Carole, they're staying at some resort, they left this morning. I don't have anyone else who can pick me up."
"So you're just going to walk home, when you can barely stand?" Mr. Schue asked sceptically "How far do you live?"
"A few blocks" Kurt answered with a shrug, not meeting his teacher's eyes.
"A few? How many is a few?" he asked.
Kurt sighed, "Like eight blocks."
Mr. Schue shook his head "I'll give you a ride home" he said.
"You don't have..." Kurt began but was cut off.
"Yes I do have to, you want to get home as soon as you can and I won't be able to relax until I know you got home safely. I'm just going to grab my bag from my office, wait here and I'll be right back. Okay?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Okay" Kurt agreed reluctantly.
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Kurt looked out the window of Mr. Schue's car and thought about what he was going to do. There was no way he could tell Principle Figgins, his life would be ruined if he did that. There was no way that anyone could protect him twenty four/seven if Karofsky didn't get expelled and he probably wouldn't. Students got into fights all the time, especially boys and they never got expelled. They sometimes got suspended but most of the time they just got a slap on the wrist and were told not to do it again. Or possibly Figgins would suspend Karofsky from football as a punishment and then Kurt would definitely be dead.
Kurt knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade Mr. Schue from not telling the principle; he thought it was the right thing to do and he just wanted to help, Kurt knew that but it definitely wouldn't help him. The only thing he could think of was to not show up on Monday, then maybe Schuester wouldn't tell or if he did at least Kurt wouldn't be around for Karofsky to beat up.
Of course that only gave him a day. He guessed he could transfer to a different school but the only two that he could think of in the area were expensive to get into. One being a private school and the other was too far anyways. It would take him at least an hour and a half to get to it.
And of course if he did want to transfer he would have to tell his dad and he didn't want to trouble him with this. He didn't want his dad to have to pay for him to go to a different school. Kurt had been saving up, since he worked at the mall every Sunday thru Thursday after school if he didn't have glee. He also had a few thousand dollars that his Grandmother had left him when she passed away but he knew that his father would never let him pay for the tuition.
That left him with one option. He would have to run away. The option physically made his heart hurt when he thought of leaving his dad and his friends from the glee club behind. But he couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't live in fear anymore. In his mind this was the only option he had. He would run away and get a job somewhere else. Maybe he would go to school or maybe he would try to make it big in Hollywood or something. He knew he had the talent to make it. He would use the money he had and buy a bus ticket west, he wasn't sure exactly where he would go yet but he would figure it out this weekend and leave before his dad and Carole got back. He'd try to find a job and he would work on living his dream.
Some day he would come back, if only it was just to see his dad, he would come back but for now he couldn't live here anymore. He just couldn't.
"Kurt" Mr. Schue said and the boy was pulled out of his thoughts "Is this it?"
Kurt looked out his window again and realised that they had in fact arrived at his house. Then he turned back to Mr. Schue and realised that it might be the last time he ever saw his teacher. He felt sad when the thought crossed his mind; he might sometimes act like he didn't like Mr. Schue but that wasn't true. Glee had helped Kurt out with a lot of things in his life; he never would have made friends like Mercedes or Finn without it and Mr. Schue had always been there for him.
"Thank you Mr. Schue" Kurt said keeping the sadness he felt out of his voice "Seriously, you're a great teacher. You really care about your students and we are lucky to have you."
Mr. Schue furrowed his brow "Thanks Kurt, I always kind of wondered whether you liked me or not."
Kurt almost laughed, he could really act like an ass sometimes "Ah sorry about that, I guess it might seem like that sometimes but I think you're a great teacher. I've always been grateful that you took over glee; it's really helped me out."
"Well that means a lot to me to know that it's helped you" Mr. Schue said "Will you be alright from here?"
"Yeah, I think so" Kurt said, almost not wanting to get out of the car yet.
"Okay well just in case" Mr. Schue said as he reached behind him to grab a notebook and pen from his briefcase, "Take this and if you need something this weekend, such as your ribs start to hurt worse, give me a call." With that Mr. Schue scribbled his number on the pad of paper, then ripped off a sheet and gave the boy his number. "You know, in case your dad can't back to take you to the hospital."
Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears at the gesture but he blinked them away. "Thanks" he said again as he took the number and got out of the car.