Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic and I am really excited to try this story out so please tell me what you think about it, even if you absolutely hate it. It's the only way I'll get better. I don't know how often I will be updating, hopefully every week or so. Also, if you have any ideas that you think would be good for the story, please contact me! So here is part one! ENJOY! And don't forget to comment!

Prologue: Part 1: The Fight

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Kurt looked up from his issue of Vogue to see his step-brother Finn storm down the stairs into his basement bedroom. He didn't expect to see Finn as angry as he was and he also didn't expect to see him dripping wet in an assortment of rainbow slushies.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU FINN? GET OUT OF MY ROOM! YOU ARE GETTING SLUSHY ALL OVER MY CARPET!" Kurt wailed to his brother as he ran up the stairs past Finn and into the kitchen to get a towel to clean up the mess.

Finn followed close behind. "OF COURSE! EVERYTHING IS ALL ABOUT YOU! I BET THAT YOU-"

"What is going on in here? Finn, stop yelling at your brother!" Kurt's step-mother, Carole scolded her son as she walked through the doorway of the kitchen carrying an arm full of heavy groceries. Kurt immediately ran to her side and took the groceries and set them on the counter.

"He is NOT my brother." Finn mumbled under his breath, thinking no one could hear him. He started to head out of the room, when suddenly, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back into the kitchen.

"He most certainly is your brother! Now tell me, what exactly is going on in here?" Burt Hummel asked the two boys in the room.

Kurt answered with a sigh, leaning back against the counter, "I have no idea. He just barged into my room and yelled at me while dripping slushy all over my carpet that will probably never come out!"

"SEE! HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE WHY I GOT SLUSHIED TODAY! ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS HIS PRESIOUS CARPET!"

"FINN! CALM DOWN!" Carole tried to speak over her yelling teen. Once he had finally calmed down enough, she asked, "Now why are you screaming at Kurt."

This lead Finn into a long rant about how that day at school after football practice, he was cornered at his locker by all of the football jocks minus Sam, Puck, and Mike. He told them how the football players taunted him for being Kurt's brother and asked him when he had "caught the queer" and became a faggot himself. They told him to stop wearing his "normal" clothes because he wasn't fooling anyone and it would be best for him to raid Kurt's closet and borrow some of his princess dresses. Once the jocks felt they had said enough, each one either threw a different colored slushy at his face or dumped one on his head.

There was a tense silence from everyone in the room after Finn had finished with his long rant.

"And you're blaming all of that on me?" Kurt's whisper was barely audible as he forced away the unshed tears that were threatening to spill over.

"WELL IF YOU WEREN'T SO… YOU I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SLUSHIED NOW WOULD I?" Finn yelled right at Kurt's face while making obscenely large hand gestures.

Kurt couldn't stand looking at his brother anymore so he turned around facing the countertop. He would not give Finn the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He grabbed the counter with so much force that his knuckles had turned white.

Carole noticed Kurt's struggle and decided to intervene. "FINN HUDSON! GO TO YOUR ROOM AND CLEAN YOURSELF UP AFTER YOU APOLOGIZE TO KURT! AND WE WILL TALK ABOUT YOUR LITTLE OUTBURST LATER!"

"I will not apologize to him." You could hear the hate dripping from Finn's voice as he walked off to the bathroom.

"I'll go help him clean up and see if I can talk to him" Carole sighed as she followed her angry son to the bathroom.

Once they both left the room, the dam had finally broken. Kurt broke down into heart wrenching sobs above the counter with his face in his hands. He couldn't believe that Finn could blame that on him. He hadn't known and he wasn't the one who slushied him. He wasn't even in the building when it happened. He had come home early from school that day because he had a free period as his last class of the day and he didn't have to stay for glee.

"Give him time kiddo." Kurt's father said as he grabbed the boy's shoulder from behind as a sign of comfort. "He didn't mean what he said." By now, both men had finished putting away the groceries and made their way out to the couch in the living room.

"If he didn't mean it then why did he say it?" Kurt snapped back at his father. "I'm sorry Dad. I just don't know what to do. I don't want Finn to hate me but I can't do anything. Dad? What do I do?" Kurt asked dejectedly and placing his head in his hands.

"Well, son, I dunno what to tell you. The reason Finn is getting bullied is because of you. You stand out from everyone else and it draws attention to you and everyone around you. It's not a bad thing. Far from it! It just means that you are destend to be a star and once you are out of this homophobic town you are going to make it big."

Kurt looked up with hope shinning in his blue eyes, "You really think so?"

"Of course Kurt! When you become a big and famous broadway star, no one will be able to call you names, shove you into lockers, or throw frozen ice drinks at you because of the way you dress or how high your voice is. They are all going to love you!"

The tears in Kurt's eyes started leaking again but this time, they were happy tears. "Thank you Dad."

Burt stretched his arms out in an offering to Kurt and he gladly took it. Burt Hummel was not a very physical man. He loved his son more than anything in the world but when it came to hugging and comforting, it was all alien to him. So when Kurt got an open invitation of a hug from his dad, he took it willingly.

Over the next week, things got even worse for both Finn and Kurt. Finn continued to be slushied and called names. Along with Kurt being shoved into lockers, slushied, locked in the janitors closet and the port-a-potties, called offensive names, and shoved down the stairs, he also now had to come home to Finn's constant rage telling him how terrible of a brother he was. Every night, Kurt would stay in his room, not even going upstairs to eat with his family. Kurt could here everyone fighting about him (mostly Finn) upstairs and he was sure they could hear him crying in the middle of the night.

About a week after Finn's first meltdown, everyone besides Kurt was upstairs after dinner. Finn and Burt were cleaning the dishes while Carole put the leftover food in the refrigerator for if Kurt wanted to come down to eat it later.

Kurt was laying on his bed, listening to The Beatles on his iPod. When the album finished, he took out his earphones and decided to start on his homework. As he went to the bottom of the stairs where his bag lay, he heard his name coming from the kitchen near the top of the stairs. Curios, he slowly crept up the stairs so that no one would find him eavesdropping.

"If he were normal, I would be at the top of the school again! All he does is drag me down with him. I am not gay! If Kurt could at least pretend to be straight, both of our lives would be so much better! But NO, he has to wear all of his girly clothes and prance around with all the girls like he is one of them!"

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. He remembered when their parents got married during their junior year last year and how Finn sang a song just for him and even danced with him. He saw a huge difference from that Finn to the Finn he was seeing now. Kurt choked back a sob and prayed that no one could hear him crying.

"Finn, I know you are upset sweetie, but Kurt is your brother now and you can't talk about him like that."

"But Mom! He is ruining my life!"

"You know kiddo, sometimes I wish my son was a little more normal as well. I know how you feel, I have lost so many customers at the garage when they find out my son is gay. I wish I had a son that wants to play sports rather than play dress up. I do think Kurt likes to pull attention to himself and sometimes it is just a bit too much. I love him to death, I am not trying to say that I don't, but I don't like going out with him when he wears his insane outfits, plus he just spends way too much money on ridiculous things. I just want a son that wants to watch NASCAR with me or play ball but all Kurt wants to do is watch musicals and go shopping."

"Is that really what you all think of me?" Kurt finally had enough of his family trashing him so he stepped out from behind his hiding spot on the stairs, his tears flowing out of his eyes freely by now.

The other members of the Hummel family all turned around shocked. There was a tense silence between the four while Kurt looked dejectedly at his family. He wasn't angry with them, he was just sad and hurt.

After several seconds of everyone staring at each other, Carole rushed to Kurt's side.

"No! No sweetheart! We were just…um… we were just…"

"Listing everything you h-hate about m-me?" Kurt said, full out bawling now.

"No Kurt, Never! We would ne-"

"Th-that's what it s-sounded like."

"We were just talking about how-"

"Don't say it. I know it's just g-going to be a l-lie. I will try and t-tone the "gay" down for y-you f-from now on. I'm just… I'm just g-going to go back to my r-room and f-f-finish my h-homework." Kurt left the kitchen and headed back to his room, all the while telling himself that he can't look back because it would only break his heart more. When he got to his basement room, he gently closed the door and locked it before running straight to his bed and crying himself to sleep.

That night everyone in the house heard his heart wrenching sobs and felt guilty for causing the boy so much pain.