My Secret Lover

Kurt POV

I walked down the hallway, no fear of getting shoved into the lockers. No fear of slushies. I didn't jump when I saw a letterman jacket, and I actually wore a smile on my face.

For once, high school wasn't hell. It was actually pretty nice. I wasn't known as the gay kid. I was actually known as Kurt.

I could hear heels smacking on the floor, coming towards me and I turned around. Brittany was running towards me smiling with her arms opened wide waiting for a hug.

"Dolphin!" She yelled and ran into my arms and hugged me.

She let go and we watched as a jock with a slushie in his hand walked right past us, and all the other glee kids.

"Remember when you stood up for all of us and made us kind of popular?" Brittany asked.

Flashback

The bell rang and I walked out of french class and rounded the corner to my locker. I kept looking behind my shoulder to see if there were any jocks walking behind me.

I got to my locker when I spotted Karofsky. My heart sped up and all I could think of is fast way to get away from him. Ever since he kissed me, just thinking of him disgusted me. I slammed my locker and turned the opposite way of Karofsky. I was about to walk when I saw 2 more jocks with slushies in their hand.

I was sick and tired of being scared of walking down the halls. I hated that I couldn't smile no matter how I hard I tried. I was always miserable. And It was all because of the bastards in the Letterman jackets.

They all smirked at me, getting in position to throw the slushie at me. I smirked right back, and hurried up and snatched two of the slushies from their hands. I threw it at the person I hated the most. He stood there shocked for a minute, and he covered his eyes.

"It stings doesn't it. I'm so tired of all of you walking down the halls, slushies in hand and ready to throw them at the losers. Well for once, a slushie actually hit a real loser. Someone who thinks their better then everyone else when really, their the worst people in the world. And that's you, no that's all of you." I said.

I grabbed another couple of slushies from their hands and threw them at the others. Everyone in the halls started laughing, clapping and the other students that have been "bitch slapped by an iceberg" were cheering.

For once, I felt really good about myself and what I just did. I smiled, as the jocks were rubbing their eyes and looking embarrassed. I walked away from them, my head up high and a sense of achievement.

End Of Flashback.

"That was such a great day, Kurtsie. You shined so bright that day, and each day you get brighter and brighter." Brittany said squeezing me some more.

I smiled and we walked outside ready to go home. Britt and I started walking to my car when we passed the dumpster.

"Really? Must you do this everyday?" Blaine asked as he was being lifted up by two jocks.

"Yes Nerd. Until you start being cool and not a goody-goody we will stop." Azimio said.

"We Will?" Karofsky asked. Smirking at Azimio.

"Nope." And then he and the others tossed Blaine into the dumpsters.

I watched with sad eyes. That used to be me. I used to be the person with finding stains on my shirts from unknown substances. I used to have to pick little pieces of food out of my hair.

I got in the car, my good mood vanishing. Brittany looked at and smiled.

"Blaine is such a cutie. He's my biology partner. He's very nice. You two would be a great couple." Brittany said nodding at me.

"Well the only thing I know about him is that he's bullied and what others say about him. But if I got a boyfriend, the most unpopular boy in school, that would just bring me back down again. I'm no longer bullied, I don't want to go back." I said as I drove to Brittany's house.

Brittany was silent for a while. We just sat there and listened to the radio. For once, Brittany didn't sing along, or make any comments to song lyrics. She just sat there, deep in thought.

When I pulled in front of Brittany's house, she didn't get out. I thought that maybe she didn't notice we had stopped.

"Brittany, were here." I said nodding to the window.

"I don't understand this popularity thing, Kurt. Why can't everyone be friends? Everyone should be popular, nobody should be bullied. You and Blaine would be great together but this popularity thing gets in the way. It's stupid and I hate it." Brittany said and she got out of the car slammed the door and stomped to her front door.

I sat there for a little while, thinking. I have always been on the bottom of the chain, I was always bullied. Now, I not on the bottom, but not on the top. I don't get thrown into dumpsters or get slushied. Would I really want to destroy what I have now for something that doesn't last?

No.

Blaine POV

I groaned and climbed out of the dumpster and fell to the ground. I cried out in pain as my back hit the pavement, but I got up and walked to my car. I got In and sped away from this hell hole, so I can go to another one.

Tears ran down my face as I drove home. All I wanted to be is the good guy. The one who everyone likes. I was a gentleman, what's wrong with that? So what I'm gay, why must people hate me for that?

I parked in front of my house and got out. I rubbed my back as I walked to the front door. I walked in to find my mother lying on the couch, half a bottle of scotch in her mouth. I sat my keys in the bowl near the front door and started walking towards the kitchen.

"Blaine." My mother called out, and I stopped and turned around to face her.

"Yes mother?"

"Steven is coming down tonight, so I suggest you leave tonight." She said, then putting the bottle back into her mouth.

Steven, was my mother's "sugar daddy" as you would say. He came down once every two weeks, they had sex, he gave her some more money, then he would leave. My mother would take some money and pay the bills, gave a 100 to me, and spent the rest on booze and cigarettes. She isn't a bad mother, she didn't care that I was gay, as she was bi-sexual herself. She did care for me and make sure I was safe, but other than that she didn't do anything for me.

She didn't make me dinner, make sure I had clothes, she gave me the essentials as she called it. Money and a home.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed dinner, deciding where I would go tonight.