I just had this idea and wanted to try it out. I'd really appreciate some comments on what you think as I don't usually write this types of fanfictions. Thank you!
What's the point if you never take a chance? He clicks 'accept' to this one request, it wasn't like the others. It was... mysterious. Just as the young Hummel closed his chic laptop, a tone sounded. He whipped the screen back to a standing position and began clicking the various buttons with his treble clef cursor. It was a message from him. Kurt was expecting a crude message, saying it was a joke and humiliating him. As he clicked, he began thinking of a superior comeback to spite the bully, to make him regret the remark. But, to his surprise, it just says two words.
'Thank you'
Kurt felt different as he giddily struts down the corridor, showing off his new bold purchase. It was designer, like most of his clothes. He decides that there is no point in hiding anymore. Those two syllables that were exchanged last night have made him feel like he's really, really worth something. After some dull lessons and a toxic lunch (which, consequently, makes a lovely edition to the trash can on the far side of the cafeteria), Kurt practically sprints out of school. He knows he should really go to glee club, but Mr Schuester (the coach) won't miss him; he never gives the talented male-soprano solos and barely acknowledges his existence. So he just swiftly makes his way home. As soon as he arrives, he knows that his parents Carol and Burt aren't home, and Finn's at glee club so he can do what he wants. He pours himself some Elderflower before grabbing his laptop and making his way up to his room, where he stays for several hours.
When Finn comes home, he hears laughter. This can only mean one thing. The quaterback bounds up to his brothers room;the bedroom door flying open when he arrives. Luckily, the Teenager was wrong.
"Kurt, where the hell were you today? I was freaking out! Mr Schue was pissed, he was gonna give you a solo for Regionals. " Finn explodes.
"Calm down Finn! I just... had some homework, that's all." The well dressed teen stood up, knowing that this would make no difference. His brother was 6'3, while he was only 5'9. That's why Finn was nicknamed Frankenteen.
"Kurt, I'm not stupid. You know what, I don't want to know. It's your loss, the solos gone to Rachel and I'm sure she'll sing it Ten times better than you, like defying gravity!"
Almost as soon as Kurt plodded through the double doors of McKinley high, a cold bomb exploded hard in his face. His eyes began to burn and his cheeks went numb. The Junior knew what it was, he'd experienced them dozens of times in his career. Slushie.
But, unlike all the times before, someone was there to ease the ache. The mysterious male cleaned him up, leaving the premises before his identity was discovered.
This happened for the next few weeks. Every day he would be singled out as an easy target, and the cold beverage would be thrown in his face. Until, after seven days, the bullies and wannabes who tried so hard to break him, came in with gaping scars on their faces and purple bruises. Kurt was perplexed at this. Who knew?
Then, standing in the hallway of the run down high school where being different wasn't okay, stood someone who stuck out like a sore thumb. He wore a blazer with his school logo sewed on the pocket, grey trousers and sensible shoes.
"Hello Kurt"
"Hello Blaine"