CHAPTER ONE
Kurt Hummel stood out in the corridor of McKinley High, straightened out his Marc Jacob blazer and grabbed a handful of flyers from his locker.
"PFFLAG meeting after school in the choir room! Here, take a flyer." He heckled passers-by. The student body of McKinley High were mostly apathetic. Some gave him a puzzled look and took a leaflet, others ignored him entirely.
"You started a bender club, Hummel?" Azimio taunted as he walked past, giving Kurt a subtle shove. Nothing too violent, especially as he'd have Santana and Karofsky on his back now. But they were nowhere to be seen. Kurt shrugged it off and checked his watch. 12.15. Karofsky had (reluctantly) promised he and Santana would come and hand out flyers. They both were to attend the meetings as part of their "Bully Whipping" campaign... and so neither one looked like they might be one of the 'L's or 'G's in PFFLAG. Kurt wondered to himself whether this whole thing was a bad idea. Would anyone turn up? He didn't want to look a fool. Principal Figgins had been hesitant enough about letting him run this meetings, something about the complaints he might receive from the Christian Parents Association. Mr Burt Hummel had asked him who would complain about promoting tolerance and understanding. With that logic, Figgins could not argue, and the group had been passed. Kurt scouted the halls for familiar faces, someone else he could rely on to come.
"Britanny! PFFLAG meeting after school. How about you take some time out from practicing your fierce dance moves and come along?" Kurt knew flattery could get him a long way.
"All those stars confuse me. I can never remember how many there are and I have a hard time drawing vertical lines. Besides, I said I'd hang out with Artie at the mall. Sorry, Kurt." She gave him a sympathetic look, and turned away, bumping into Santana and Karofsky.
"Of course. You'd rather hang out with Stubbles McCripple Pants and wheel him around like a shopping cart, what a surprise." Santana harshly mocked her, then her face softened. "It's a meeting for lesbians and gays and their allies. We're trying to help promote tolerance here at this crap hole. Please come?" She walked Britanny over to her locker to have a private discussion, leaving Kurt and Karofsky awkwardly standing opposite one another, each waiting for the other to make conversation.
".. So, have you handed out any flyers?" Kurt asked.
"Not yet, but we just printed some out..." He paused. "Look, Kurt... do I really have to do this?"
Kurt exhaled wearily, and placed his hand on Karofsky's arm. "David. I know this is hard for you to come to terms wi-"
"Dude, keep your voice down." Karofsky glanced around self-consciously, unfamiliar with being affectionately touched by anyone, let alone another guy.
Kurt lowered his voice to little more than a whisper. "You do what you need to do to pretend and keep up this heterosexual jock stud image. I may think it's a bad idea in the long run, but I respect your right to do it. All I'm asking is you learn about self-acceptance and come to terms with this. Not for me. For you."
"Fine! I'll be there, okay?"
"Brilliant. There'll be so much glitter and so many magic gay rainbows, you won't know what to do with yourself." Kurt teased, surprised at how comfortable he felt doing so.
Karofsky groaned and walked away, his arm brushing against Kurt's chest as he left. The first weekly PFFLAG meeting of McKinley High was going to be interesting.