Skurt story! And it's gonna happen! So help me Christ, Ryan Murphy, it's GONNA HAPPEN! Okay enjoy :D

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It started off as Spanish tutoring. Sam Evans had been diagnosed as Dyslexic since 2nd grade so his grades had never been particularly good. But he wanted to do better and thankfully his teachers understood.

"How about after school tutoring, Sam?" Mr. Shuester suggested while going over his Spanish quiz. "They offer it in the library Mondays and Wednesdays. Who knows? A little extra help might go a long way."

Sam nodded, still staring at his quiz covered in red ink. All his life he'd gotten papers like these and he was sick of it. Sick of feeling stupid, sick of feeling inadequate because he confused one letter for another. "Yeah, that'd be good." He mumbled. He just hoped his tutor wouldn't be another pretentious douche who thought he was retarded… like at his last school.

So here he was at the library waiting for his tutor to show up while the old librarian at the front desk kept shooting him dirty looks like he was gonna do something dangerous. Yeah, he thought with a snort, like anyone would try to be dangerous in the library. The sound of books being dropped on the desk woke Sam out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw a flustered boy pull the chair out next to Sam (with a little more force than necessary) and sit down. Sam looked a little closer at him for he'd seen him before… somewhere?

"What?" the boy snapped. His voice surprising Sam a little. He'd never heard a guy with that high a voice before.

"Huh?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sorry… I just wasn't expecting—

"Look if you have a problem with me I'll just leave and you can go ahead and fail, I don't give a shit either way."

Sam furrowed his brow in annoyance. What he had ever done to this kid? He didn't even know his name!

"No, I don't have a problem with you it's just… you look familiar."

Embarrassment crossed the boy's face, his cheeks turning red. "Oh," he said. "Sorry… I can be kind of abrasive sometimes. A couple jocks just threw me in the dumpster and… I guess I'm just not in the best mood today… Sorry."

Sam smiled and held out his hand. "It's okay. My name's Sam by the way."

The boy looked at his hand for a few seconds before hesitantly taking it. "Kurt," he said. "My name's Kurt."