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I slowly walked out of the room. I noticed Mr Schuester walking through the door. I smiled at him as I continued walking. I stopped short when I heard Mr Schue speak.
"Someone special?" He asked hopefully.
"No, but on the upside I'm in love with him and he's actually gay-" Kurt responded cheerily.
Love? Kurt loved me? Me and Kurt? I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I scurried away as fast as I could. Kurt would never know I heard him. I walked quickly to my dorm room and threw open the door. I looked inside and noticed and Wes wasn't there.
He must have gone out. I crept slowly to my bed. I flopped down, belly first, with a loud sigh. Why couldn't things with Kurt be easy! Now that I knew he loved me I could actually act on my feelings. But it isn't right! I am older then Kurt.
Kurt doesn't need any more crazy in his life. A boyfriend with mental problems is something he won't ever need. Yes, I admit I do have my fair case of crazy. it all started when I first came to Dalton. I was a scared boy with crazy dark brown curls and mysterious eyes.
That's when I met him…Derrick. Derrick was everything to me. My first boy kiss, my first love. We had been dating for three months when it happened. I remember him coming to my dorm room. We had a date…well if you can call making out and grinding a date.
That's when he pushed me against the wall. I remember his breath in my ear, telling me that he had needs. I wasn't ready, I was so not ready. I shrieked and screamed. No one came. When he was finished he walked out of the room.
I crumpled against the floor and just cried. That's how Wes and David found me. Pants scrunched around my ankles, blood marking the soft cream carpet. My face covered by my hands, wailing uncontrollably.
I had been violated by the first person I ever let into my life. I had been betrayed. Wes and David eventually convinced my to tell my parents, which I did. Then there was the whole lawsuit. And the entire time all I ever wanted was for it to be all over. I just wanted it to stop hurting.
Everyday was a reminder; I could feel the emptiness inside me.