A/N Hi This is the same exact story that was on my profile before but I felt that I needed to do some editing and work with this story because I just wasn't doing my best. Any of you who had added my story to your favorites or anything like that; I hope you would add this back on there. This is the same story just better.

(Kurt)

It was raining outside. The cold drops were pounding against my body and my clothes were drenched by now but I really didn't care or notice. I had more important things to deal with. Like this stupid piece of dirt I was holding up by the collar of his stupid polo. I was looking into his eyes with as much intensity as I could send. I could see in those eyes hatred and fear. But I could only focus on the fear. It was deliciously satisfying. Just what I wanted to see from him. The disgusting piece of shit that shouldn't even be allowed to live. I drew my nails in deeper into his skin by his neck. I smirked as I heard the small little whimper of pain fall from his lips. I looked straight into those fear filled eyes and whispered something that only he could hear, even with the current event's action taking place around us.

"You shouldn't have messed with us." I said. "I hate you and your cousin for doing this to my girl." I drew him even closer, close enough so now my mouth was right next to his ear. He froze as I said my final words

"If I ever see you again, you can guarantee that I will destroy you. That's a promise I plan to keep."

I woke up with a choking gasp. All of my breath came spluttering out of me. "What the hell?" I whisper into the darkness. I hadn't thought about that day in years. I forgot all about it. Or at least tried to.

I try to calm down as I breathed slowly in and out. I was so confused. Why was I remembering a day that shouldn't even have happened? A day that I swore I would never think or talk about again and a memory I planned on bringing to my grave.

"If I ever see you again, you can guarantee that I will destroy you. That's a promise I plan to keep."

I wince as those words echo in my head. God, I was so stupid. So stupid to think that, that was a promise I could keep. I'm not sorry I said those words though. Not at all. He deserved what I said and the fear he was feeling. It was basically his fault that I had to do what I did. And I don't really regret that either. Fear started to spread through me. Cold dark fear that made my blood turned to ice. Just like the fear I felt that night. Alongside the anger that brewed in my stomach.

I was afraid about what this meant. About what my dream meant. Don't things happen for a reason? Then what's the reason for remembering something that all who experienced could never forget? What's the reason for this?

Why did I have to remember this when my life was going so perfectly? Blaine is finally my boyfriend and I'm moving out of this hellhole next year. Plus, all of my friends are in Glee club with me.

But of course since it's me Kurt Hummel, everything has to fall apart.

I woke up again to the sound of my Satan filled alarm clock making obnoxious buzzing noises. When I woke up from the dream a couple hours prior, I stayed awake for a while trying to answer my own questions that kept replaying in my head about that memory. Everything I said. It was just all too much. I guess it's true when they say your past comes back to haunt you.

I groggily flailed my hand around looking for the off button. "God! Shut up!" I yelled as I threw my god for sakened clock against the wall across from my bed. Luckily for me it made a satisfying thump.

"Hey! I have my own alarm! I don't need my wall sounding like some obese panda fell on it!" I roll my eyes at Finn's over dramatics.

"I was helping you!" I shouted back. "I wanted to make sure you knew how your feet sounded every time you attempt to dance!"

All I hear is the sound of a door slam in return. I smile triumphtly and walk over to my closet. I wish that I had a walk in closet like I used to. I have so many things and this closet is barely big enough to hold it all. I decide to wear my new Marc Jacobs pea coat with black skinny jeans and my new black shirt I got at the mall.

I may hate McKinley, but I might as well look better then all of the homophobes that surround me. Out classing people is my best quality. After I finish my moisturizing routine I hear something coming from my bed. Sounded kind of like a buzzing sound. I walk out of my bathroom and look on my bed to see what the noise was. Of course, it would be Bonnie.

Hey Hummel, how's you and your pet Prep doin?-BH

I roll my eyes and try to suppress a scoff at what Bonnie texted me. I put my phone in my pocket as I walk downstairs to get my coffee. Of course she of all people would not approve of my current relationship with Blaine. She still thinks that we're still just friends and that I'm still pinning over him. I'm not gonna tell her anytime soon. Why add fuel to the fire.

The reason she doesn't approve isn't because I'm gay. Far from that actually. She doesn't like what Blaine's status would be in her town. A couple years ago I would probably agree with her. And at first…I did. But I've come a long way since then with Blaine. But that doesn't mean I've changed my point of views on Preps.

I walk downstairs and I see Carole making breakfast while dad reads the paper. She also makes breakfast for us every morning. I always try to but she insists that I should relax. Also Finn shoveling fork loads of food in his mouth and making a mess everywhere that I will have to clean up soon.

"Hey, kiddo." Dad says to me as I sit down on a stool by the island. "Ready for school?" He says putting down his paper. I smile. He's said that same sentence to me every day in the morning before school ever since my first day of Kindergarten.

"Yeah," I reply grimacing. "Ready as I'll ever be." I look around at my surroundings. Everything here is so normal. Well, more normal then my life use to be. Before everything was more complicated than it should be, but it's better than it is now. And every day I miss it more and more.

I remember when it was just me and my dad living together. Ever since mom died I had to take care of my dad for basically my whole life. When she died I thought that that was the end. The end of having a sibling or two parents who would love and take care of me instead of me taking care of them. I never thought that I would fit in the puzzle of having an actually family. I did have family growing up. Just not one to come home to. But now I'm lucky enough to have both.

I smile as I take a sip of my coffee. Normal. That's a word that I've gotten use to. But what I didn't is that everything is about to change.

Good? Bad?