Cellophane?
Haha.
Not even close.
Kurt could only wish that he were more like cellophane. If he were any more visible, people might start mistaking him for a god, or something.
Kurt was the brunt of every practical joke known to the tiny town that he lived in. Pee balloons and having his lawn furniture nailed to the roof of his house was the very tip of the hypothetical iceberg of jokes that had been played on him since…well…he couldn't even remember when it started.
Tragic.
Bullying as a form of constant attention was the life that Kurt was accustomed to. To ask anything else of him was just uncalled for.
But then he found something else, in the form of a nondescript sign hanging on the bulletin board outside of the language department. A "new direction" to turn to, if you will.
Glee.
He tried the word out a few times before he even stepped closer to the cork board. It rolled off of his tongue mightily, and with a rare smile, he confidently wrote his name on the tiny line of the almost barely visible poster.
As he lifted the pencil from the paper, he smirked to himself and walked off to his biology class. With a smirk, he turned on his heel into the classroom to await auditions. He had to find a place to fit in, and glee was just that.
His teacher began lecturing in a droll voice, and he began fantasizing about just how good of an impression he would make to the director.
He'd show Puck and the football team.
He'd show everyone.
Kurt Hummel would no longer be a target for bullying, but someone to admire. He leaned back in his chair, despite the kicks that the person behind him kept giving, and lived in his daydream.
Kurt Hummel, you're going to be a star.