Hey Gleeks! So this episode is a sad story that focuses on Kurt.
Kurt's P.O.V.
Calling All Angels
"You sure you don't need a ride home Kurt?" Mercedes asked.
"Yeah, cause none of us would mind," Finn added in, gesturing to the group of glee kids around him.
I smiled at all of them. "No, I'll walk; the fresh air will be good for me," I assured them. "Thanks anyways though," I said as I turned to walk away.
"Okay, well, feel better Kurt," Artie called. Everyone added in there own get-well wishes.
"Thanks guys. You really are great friends," I said with a smile as I began to walk away. I was leaving Glee practice early because of a massive headache. I hated ditching practice, but I really wasn't feeling well.
Normally, I would have accepted a ride home, but I felt bad about pulling my friends away from practice. They loved Glee.
As I walked through the thin tree line that followed the school football field, I noticed a small group of people coming toward me. My head pounded with every step I took, and I found myself getting weaker by the minute.
As the people drew closer, their presence became more and more unsettling. I wanted to turn around and walk away, but this was the shortest route to my house, and I couldn't take this headache much longer.
"Hey, fag!" one of them called.
I stopped for a moment, but decided that it wasn't that big of a deal and kept walking. I got that all the time.
"Hey faggot, he was talking to you!" another one yelled.
I ignored them and continued to walk, quickening my pace. I figured I would just walk past them. No need for conflict.
I soon found myself standing directly in front of them, unable to pass because they were blocking my way.
"Hey faggot, seems like we have a little problem here," one of the taller guys said.
"Problem? What problem? I don't see a problem," I said worriedly. I had to look up at them as I spoke.
"Oh, I do," the biggest one said before punching me square in the jaw. The pain from the punch was like being stabbed and shot at the exact same time. I'm unsure as to whether I started crying or if I had the tears knocked right out of me, but I do know that I cried.
"You see," the big one said as I steadied myself and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I don't want people looking at our town and thinking that we're just a big group of homos like you," he said, punching me directly in the stomach.
I fell to the ground at that moment, and everything that came after that was a blur. The kicking, the punching, the spitting in my face, the stomping on my hands. I was pinned to the ground by the sensation of my own pain.
"Time for a hair cut," one of them said. He held a knife tauntingly against my bangs. With one swift slash I watched the dead hair fall to the ground, and felt my pride die with it.
And then, like a light in the darkness, there it was. The sound of people calling my name. The voices of people who loved me and cared about me. The real Glee kids. Brittany, Santana, Puck, Mike, and Matt were missing, but I didn't care at the moment.
"Kurt!" the familiar voices called. I couldn't make out who was who.
"Oh my god!" I heard Mercedes yell.
"What did you douche bags do to him?!" Finn screamed. I don't think I'd ever heard him sound so angry.
"You jerks!" Tina screamed.
"What the hell's up with you faggots?" one of my attackers asked. "We're doing you all a favor and teaching this fag a lesson!"
"You son of a bitch!" Finn yelled. All I heard after that (I couldn't see anything through my swollen eyes) was the sound of fighting, but I couldn't tell who was winning.
After what seemed like forever, I finally blacked out.
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When I woke up, it wasn't like in the movies where your eyes slowly drift open until you're finally conscious. My eyes shot open and I looked around the hospital room.
There were three people in the room with me; Tina, Artie, and my dad. Artie sat in his wheelchair next to my bed, Tina sat in a chair next to him with her head on his shoulder, and my dad sat in a chair on the other side of me.
I was shocked at the sight of them. Tina had a black eye and a cut on her bottom lip, and one of Artie's arms was in a sling. "What happened?" I asked.
"He's awake!" Tina shouted.
I felt my dad squeeze my hand tightly. "Kurt," he said. "How you doin' son?" his voice was pained.
Tina stood up. "Come on Artie, let's give Kurt some time with his dad.
We'll bring everyone else in when we come back," she said as she left, pushing Artie out in front her.
I turned to my dad. "I'm okay dad," I finally said. I winced as I noticed a sharp pain in my neck. Oh, I could so go for a shiatsu right now.
Dad seemed to notice the pain in my face. "Oh god Kurt!" he said quietly. "I should have been there to protect you," he buried his face in his hands.
"Dad, it's okay. I'm fine," I said.
He looked up. "You're not fine Kurt!" he nearly shouted, "Look at what they did to you!"
I finally looked at myself. My right leg and left arm were in casts, my hands were all wrapped up in gauze, and I had cuts and bruises everywhere.
"Dad," I finally said, "this is nothing. It's what's inside that's important. This'll heal. The only thing that matters to me right now is that this gown is the most atrocious shade of green ever!" I rolled my eyes, "That, and that I have people here to support me. That's all I need."
He smiled weakly, "God, you're so much like your mother," he said. I smiled back at him. I wondered if he knew how much that meant to me.
A knock came on the door.
"I'll give you some time with your friends," he said, standing up. He walked toward the door, but paused when he got there. "Hey Kurt," he said, one hand on the door knob.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," he said.
I smiled up at him, "I love you too dad."
He smiled and opened the door. As he left, my friends piled in. I was surprised by the look of them. Every single one of them was covered in cuts and bruises. Finn looked the worst. He was in crutches, and his left ankle was all wrapped up.
"Hey Kurt!" they all said. I was smothered with hugs and kisses on the cheek. I even got a few get well cards and a couple balloons.
"Sorry about your bangs Kurt," Mercedes said, pointing at my forehead.
"My bangs?" I asked, reaching for my forehead. I searched for the hair that I'd become used to, but was shocked to find that there was nothing there. "Where's my hair?!" I nearly yelled.
"They cut it off, Kurt," Artie said sadly.
I took a deep breath and brushed the non-existent hair out of my face, "It's okay, It'll grow back, my hair grows freakishly fast."
My friends laughed and began to fill me in on the details of what I'd missed.
Apparently, I was out for two whole days, and everyone was taking turns coming in to sit with me, but my dad was in there the whole time.
I heard a lot of encouraging words from every one of my friends, and no one left the room until they were kicked out by the nurses.
There weren't enough words to say how good it felt to know that my friends really fought for me. I was proud of who I was, and nothing could change that.
Today, I learned that other people where proud of me too, and they truly cared about me.
I don't know what I did to deserve such amazing friends as these, but I'm happy to have them.
They truly are my angels.
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Hope you liked it! Please comment! (Also, please be aware that I have nothing against Kurt Hummel or the homosexual community. It was just a story)
I love Kurt Hummel!
p.s. Things like this actually do happen. You can make a difference. Participate in the "Day of Silence" on April 16 and fight back.
