So here's a bit of backstory on this: in my acting class we were given lines of dialogue that we had to build our own scene out of. My partner and I did an "Odd Couple" type of scenario, but the lines we were given sparked this idea as well and I couldn't help but write it down. It's not the greatest piece of writing in the world, and some of the lines are a bit of a stretch, but it was fun.
Also, for purposes of this scenario, this takes place in an alternate universe where Blaine transfers to McKinley from Dalton and Kurt is still bullied.
The sound of a body colliding with metal echoed through the halls, but no one bothered to stop what they were doing, no one ever did. The laughter of the jocks sounded next as they walked away from their slushie covered victim who was now struggling to his feet. Kurt blinked rapidly, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay, as he scurried to the nearest washroom, unaware of the hazel eyes watching him.
Relieved to be the only one in there, he finally looked at himself in the mirror and the tears started to fall. It didn't matter what he did, or who was in the hall at the time, the jocks were never punished for any of this and they were only getting worse. There was only so many slushies and locker slams a person could take before they gave up, and Kurt was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it anymore.
As he set to work cleaning himself up, the door swung open. Kurt whirled around to face the intruder, guards instantly going back up and bracing himself in case it was another jock. He relaxed, only slightly, when he saw it was only Blaine, the new student who had transferred only a few weeks ago. Kurt didn't know him very well; Blaine usually kept to himself and out of the way so he didn't have to deal with the jocks' wrath, but from the few conversations they had shared Kurt knew Blaine was different from the rest of the male population of McKinley.
"What was that?" Blaine asked, concern showing on his face. His voice was a mixture of confusion and anger with a hint of horror thrown in as well. Kurt figured Blaine wasn't quite used to McKinley yet. He had come from Dalton Academy after all, a school that prided itself on its anti-bullying policy. If only he could afford the tuition, Kurt would have transferred there in a heartbeat, he couldn't imagine why Blaine had moved from Dalton to McKinley of all places.
"Don't look." Kurt tried, turning back to the mirror and continuing to clean off the slushie. Blaine remained where he was though, clearly not planning on leaving any time soon.
"I'm only human." Blaine said quietly, as though that explained his concern for Kurt.
"Maybe that's not enough." Kurt replied. In his experience, it hadn't been. He'd been dealing with this bullying for his entire life, and this was the first time anyone had ever shown any sort of concern for his well being, so no, Blaine being human wasn't enough to explain why he cared. The rest of the humans in the school, if you could really consider them human beings, stood by and watched as he was tormented daily.
Kurt continued cleaning himself up in silence, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off, leaving him in just his undershirt. He sighed as he spotted some new cuts and fresh bruises, a new wave of tears threatening to fall. He caught Blaine's reflection in the mirror; the transfer student's eyes were wide as he took in the sight of the old and new bruises littering Kurt's arms and peeking out from underneath the thin undershirt he was wearing.
Kurt hissed in pain as he brushed over one of the newer cuts, wincing as the blood continued to ooze. Blaine was beside him then, the concern in his eyes stronger than before.
"Perhaps I could help?" Blaine offered gently.
Kurt couldn't help it; he flinched, backing away from the younger boy. Years of bullying had trained him to keep his distance from people.
"Don't get involved." Kurt said, almost pleadingly. He knew if the jocks caught wind of the new boy helping him out, then Blaine would fall victim to their torture as well. As much as he hated being the favourite victim, he wouldn't wish what he went through on anyone, especially not the kind boy in front of him.
"Don't you care?" Blaine asked, meeting Kurt's eyes for the first time. Kurt's breath caught for a moment before he looked away and back to the mirror.
"Yes, I do." Kurt said. Of course he cared. He was tormented every single day for no reason other than being who he was. He couldn't change himself, he couldn't just suddenly be straight, but it didn't matter to the jocks whether or not he could control it. He was different and apparently that warranted the abuse that he faced. There was nothing he could do about it. The teachers didn't care, the students cared even less, and his father was not to find out about what he went through or he'd have another heart attack.
"So?" Blaine said, his eyes pleading this time. Kurt's heart felt a little funny, he had never met someone quite like Blaine. Finally, he offered his arm and the first aid kit he was using to Blaine, allowing the shorter boy to help him out.
Kurt tensed as Blaine began working, he wasn't used to someone else doing this for him, but he relaxed when he realized how gentle Blaine was being. Actually, as Kurt paid attention it seemed Blaine was doing this with a practiced ease. Blaine seemed to know exactly what he was doing and that sparked Kurt's curiosity. As Blaine bandaged his arm, Kurt looked back towards the mirror again.
"Oh look, there's another one." Kurt said, catching sight of blood seeping through his shirt. He lifted it slightly, seeing the slightly larger cut on his side. How he had cut his skin and hot ripped any of his clothes he was unsure, but he did know he'd have to bandage this one as well.
Once Blaine was done bandaging his arm, he placed his hand at the hem of Kurt's shirt and looked Kurt in the eye, not wanting to overstep any boundaries with obviously terrified Kurt.
"No, don't look." Kurt squeaked. He was grateful for Blaine's help, he really was, but he was so used to being hurt he wasn't sure he trusted Blaine that much yet.
Blaine nodded and stepped back, "What do you want?" he found himself asking, not really sure what he meant by the question.
Kurt paused for a moment before simply answering, "World peace."
All of the dialogue in this is the only lines we were given, the scenario came from my mind after reading them. I have some ideas if anyone's interested in me continuing this.