Arms
By: ImaGleekxxx
Hey, this is a story that I have been working really hard on and been hoping to publish on here. And here it is. Kurt Hummel is a sad boy, over worked by the bullies, wanting to end it all. End his talent end his friendships and relationship to his only family member he has, his father. Blaine Anderson is the new Music Teacher at McKinley High School, since Mr. Shue has gone to bigger and better things. Can Mr. Anderson help Kurt, without falling in love?
Chapter One
Pain. All that was felt. Pain; lots of pain. It could all be gone with one shot to the head, one slit of the wrist, or one tight rope constricting one's breathing. That's all.; that's it. But I stay, here with all the pain, hurt, and suffering.
"Kurt, go to bed. You have school tomorrow; its your first day as a senior." My dad yelled through the door. I sighed getting up from my corner of my room, putting the razor back into the small box from under my bed.
"Alright dad, good night." I said back, wanting him to leave the outside of my door.
"Night kiddo." He said lastly, leaving my door, heading back up to the first floor. I got into my warm bed, laying my head down looking at my wall of musicals. I smiled sadly, knowing I may not make it to my first day on Broadway.
"Kurt, lets go!" My father yelled. I opened my heavy eyes. The sun was blaring through my curtains whining for me to get up. I pushed back my covers, angrily, heading towards the bathroom. Walking into a hot shower, my dad knocked on my door. "Kurt you have thirty minutes to get ready." He sighed.
"Alright, I know, I know, been going to the school for three years now dad. Nothing has changed." I called through the door. He slapped the door at my smart-ass response leaving me to my uncleanly shower. I ran the loofa down my arm over my new cuts, hissing as the soap caused them to burn. I sighed washing them off quickly, but causing more pain as the steaming hot water did the same thing. I grunted sticking my head under the water, washing the shampoo. Another bang scared Kurt, as he jumped, almost slipping out of the shower.
"What could you be doing in there? You wash your hair and body and you get the hell out! You're going to be late!" He yelled again.
"Alright, I'm coming." I yelled turning off the water wrapping a towel around my boney hips. I grabbed another one drying my upper half. I opened the door to my dad looking at me in a questioning expression. "See, I'm out." I spun around walking to my wardrobe. My dad shook his head, heading back up stairs.
"You better hurry."
I parked my car in senior parking at the back of the building. Stepping out of my car, I saw students walking with zombie like looks towards the school. I sighed rolling my eyes, not wanting to even experiences this moment, that every student dreams off; I rather dream of my funeral.
"Kurt!" someone yelled across the parking lot. I turned around seeing the one and only Rachel Berry, running in her ugly blue and red plaid dress. "Hey, how was your summer? I missed you." She said cheerfully in my face. I stepped back, shaking my head.
"Okay, short." I sighed looking away from her. She smiled grabbing my arm, dragging me inside the building.
"We are going to rule this school this year! Can you believe we are seniors! I cant. I'm still in shock." Rachel rambled. I hummed, pretending to pay attention. "You're going to be in Glee his year right?"
"Of course, why stop now?" I sighed. Rachel beamed with excitement.
After entering the building Rachel had ran off to find Finn, in wants to whao him back her boyfriend. I on the other hand, walked straight to the choir room. I wanted visit Mr. Shue, to let him know I wanted to sing first today after school. Rachel does it every year; I think it's my turn. Turning down the music hall, I saw Dave and his crew. I stepped back. Dave smirked walking towards me. I stayed close to the wall, knowing I was going to connect with it somehow.
"Hey gay? How are you? Ready for our last year of beatings, we have to make it good?" He laughed. His friends joined in. His beefy hand connected with my shoulder as I hit the lockers with a loud boom, causing all the students in the hallway to stop and look at me, who was now on the floor. They all laughed when my face, constricted into a painful expression.
"Hey! Get away from him! Wanna spend your first day at school in detention hall?" Someone yelled. The boys scattered. I groaned, getting up slowly. "Are you alright?" A smooth voice asked. I turned towards the voice, connecting with a young looking man. I sighed. His hair was gelled back, shaping his face well. The red button down shirt flattered his complexion well. His black dress pants fit him perfectly. I smiled sadly.
"I'm fine." Picked up my bag walking around him.
"I'm the new music teacher, Mr. Anderson." He said proudly. I stopped, turned around, and gaped at what he said.
"New music teacher? What happened to Mr, Shue?" I yelled. He stepped back a bit, thrown off at my outburst.
"Umm, well he got his big brake on Broadway, so he called me in to cover his absences." Mr. Anderson said. I was shocked. He really left; like he's now in New York City, away from this hell.
"Well, I 'm Kurt Hummel. I am part of the Glee club, that I'm guessing you will be running?" I asked hoping Coach Sylvester didn't get rid of.
"Yes, I have heard a lot of good things about you. Mr. Shue did say you were one of the more talented kids in the club." Mr. Anderson smirked.
"Really, well that was nice of him. I was wondering if I could sing first today after school. Its usually Rachel Berry, but I wanted to start off the year with a new start." I smiled. Mr. Anderson smiled, nodding.
"Of course. I will see you later." Mr. Anderson smiled heading into his classroom. Oh, maybe this year wont be so bad.
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