Author's Note: Hello, everyone. This story is going to be my first very long, multi-chapter story, so please bear with me here. I really hope you enjoy it. This story begins during episode 2x6 (Never Been Kissed). This story is sort of AU, but I plan on following the plot lines slightly.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, though I really wish I did. There would be a whole lotta Klaine. (:
"Watch it, homo." Karofsky said, shoving Kurt into a set of lockers, his spine scraping against the metal handles.
Kurt stood up against the lockers as everyone stared, showing glints of sympathy in their eyes, and then quickly rushing out the door.
He leaned against the locker, tilted his head back and breathed in deeply to try to ease away the pain. He was used to Karafsky doing this on an hourly basis, but the compilation of bruises was starting to become a bother. Kurt quickly put back on his superior, sassy expression and strutted into the Spanish room to meet with the team of bone-headed boys Mr. Shuester forced him to work with.
No one seemed to acknowledge him as he plopped down on the opposite side of the room, sorting through various poster boards with costume ideas for their performance. Kurt knew they were fabulous, but expected the other boys to not embrace the daring fashion choices Kurt was willing to get down on his hands and knees and beg for them to wear it. Since he couldn't be with the girls, he was going to try his best to whip them in shape.
Kurt silently walked to the front of the room and prepared his presentation. He cleared his throat loudly to elicit some sort of an acknowledgement to his presence, but received none.
"Hello?" Kurt called loudly, turning the heads of Finn and Puckerman.
"What the hell is that thing on your head?" Puckerman snapped, pointing to a feathery cap that Kurt was wearing on his presentation boards.
"It's a feather cap and it's vital for our performance." Kurt sassed.
"There is no way in hell I would ever be seen in that…thing." Puck contented.
Kurt ignored Puck's remark and continued on with his proposal, ignoring the constant eye-rolling and sighs of annoyance.
"Dude, why don't you go make yourself useful and slip some rat poison into them old folks jell-o, or visit the Garglers or something." Puck remarked, tossing a football towards Finn who clumsily caught it. Kurt wondered how Finn even made the football team, he was such a klutz. Kurt pushed the thought away and quickly thought of a remark to throw back at Puck.
"The Warblers. And fine." Kurt muttered. He was disappointed in how easily gave up, but his day had been rough and it would be interesting to check out the competition. Especially since it was a school filled with handsome, talented blazer-clad boys.
Finn side-eyed Puck as Kurt stormed out of the room. "Dude, what the hell! I'm never going to hear the end of this when I get home!" Finn scolded, slapping Puck upside the head.
As Kurt entered Dalton Academy, he was taken aback by the beauty and the energy the school elicited. Everyone was throwing positive comments towards each other, high-fiving and even hand-holding. The school was extravagant, Kurt thought. The large staircase was made out of pure marble, and the railings out of iron. He couldn't imagine how much money went into building this school. It was absolutely gorgeous. Kurt tried his hardest to blend in, despite wearing something obviously different from the rest of the students.
Kurt followed a group of boys who were highly engaged in a conversation about Katy Perry. This intrigued Kurt, for if a group of boys were seen doing that at McKinley, they would end up like Kurt. The group of boys walked out into a courtyard, filled with boys break dancing while others watched and ate very unhealthy snacks. Kurt frowned upon most of their food choices, before settling at a picnic table behind the group of friends he stalked earlier.
"Well, Neil Patrick Harris is my DREAM husband, you know that." He heard one of the boys behind him say. Kurt smiled at the comment, and a glimmer of hope burst through him. Maybe there was hope for Kurt, maybe there was other out gay kids in Ohio, not that Kurt expected to find love in this hick town anyways. It was a nice thought knowing he wasn't alone, hoping that the boy who said that did play for his team.
Kurt discreetly glanced behind him, trying to determine who said that. It was hard to tell, considering all the boys were facing the opposite direction. One head stuck out to him in particular. The hair was dark and obviously curly, but coated in a helmet of gel. Kurt's gaydar flashed a little, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
Kurt stabbed the salad he was eating with a fork, happily lost in thought. Kurt attempted to swallow, panic striking him when he felt that the food was stuck in his throat. Kurt would normally want to make a scene, but he couldn't. If he did, everyone would surely know he was spying. So Kurt did the only sensible thing he thought of at the moment. He calmly stood up, walked over towards the group of boys behind him, and instinctively tapped the dark, curly haired boy's shoulder.
The boy flinched slightly and whipped around, fists clenched, ready to punch. But as hazel eyes met galaxy blue ones, all fear left them both momentarily, until Kurt's face grew extremely red and he signaled that he needed help.
"Oh-oh my." The boy stuttered, hesitant to touch Kurt. "I'll just go get help."
"No, dude! There's no time! Do the Heimlich!" An Asian boy yelled.
The boy took that remark and pressed his back firmly around Kurt, causing Kurt to shiver slightly at the touch. The boy wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso and pressed his fist on Kurt's sternum. The boy strongly pumped for what felt like the awkward-est, yet arousing couple of minutes of either of their lives. The crouton that was lodged in Kurt's throat flew across the courtyard, into a patch of grass where it was unnoticeable.
Kurt felt extremely weak and collapsed into the dark haired boys arms, which without even struggling, held Kurt up.
"Hey, shh. Your okay. Just breathe." The boy said, stroking the stray hair out of Kurt's face. "Thad, go get the nurse."
Kurt groggily opened his eyes, and gasped slightly at the sight of the strikingly handsome man that was holding him in his arms. "T-thank you." Kurt stuttered.
"No need for a thank you." The boy smirked.
"I-I need to sit." Kurt said hoarsely. He loved being held in the boy's arms, but it was becoming slightly uncomfortable while they were standing up.
The boy ushered him over to a bench, where he leaned Kurt back onto his chest. "Listen to my breathing." The boy demanded calmly.
Kurt did so, his breathing pattern was extremely staggered. Kurt leaned into his chest, slightly hissing from the pain of contact on his bruises.
"I- I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" The boy asked politely.
"-no, no. I just fell earlier, that's all." Kurt lied.
Kurt thought the boy seemed like he believed it, and continued to silently listen to his breathing.
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt said after a couple of minutes.
"Blaine Anderson." The curly haired boy replied.
Blaine Anderson. Kurt liked the sound of that.
"I hope you know that I would never do this if the circumstances were different. I'm not like a desperate person who let's anyone touch me or-"
"I know. I didn't think of you like that." Blaine answered as the nurse came running into the courtyard.
"WHO'S HURT?" The nurse screamed.
"Nurse Nina, it's okay. We have everything under control." Blaine answered.
The nurse looked over towards the two of them, and Kurt instinctively moved, in fear of her judging them.
But instead of the nurse flipping, she smiled, wide-toothed and cast a wink towards Blaine, who blushed furiously.
The nurse waved goodbye and thanked Blaine for saving him. Both Kurt and Blaine's cheeks were rosy red, and their heads were ducked.
Blaine cleared his throat uncomfortably. "So, Kurt. Since you clearly don't attend Dalton, what are you doing here?" Blaine asked humbly.
"P-please don't beat me up." Kurt pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.
"Hey, hush now. Why would I ever beat you up?" Blaine responded softly.
"I'm sort of spying. Well, I was supposed to be spying. I ended up being extremely intrigued in everything. Dalton's a very nice school. Way better than McKinley." Kurt replied.
"It is a very nice place, isn't it? And Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah?"
"I would never, ever beat you up. No one here would. Dalton has a zero tolerance bullying policy." Blaine affirmed.
A tear rolled down Kurt's cheek at those words. It was all so surreal to Kurt; it was everything he ever hoped for in a school.
"I take it your having trouble at school." Blaine said, cocking his head slightly.
"There's this Neanderthal at my school who has made it his mission to make my life a living hell, and nobody seems to notice." Kurt answered, turning his head away from Blaine and sobbing slightly.
"Well, Kurt. There are two options. I would love to tell you to up and enroll at Dalton, but I know tuitions steep at Dalton and it isn't an option for everyone. But, Kurt, you could refuse to be the victim."
"How do you propose I do that?"
"Confront him. Call him out. I was in similar situation to yours. I attended Westerville High School, and I was bullied. I even complained to the staff, but I could tell that nobody really cared. I ran, Kurt. You have the chance to stand up to your attacker, and I suggest you take advantage of that." Blaine confessed, choking up slightly at his words.
Kurt smiled in response. Blaine didn't technically admit he was out or anything and he might as well not be. But Blaine admitting this to Kurt made him feel less lonely, like someone was there for him. All Kurt knew was that Blaine struggled through the same thing Kurt was going through, and he actually seemed to care about him. At that moment, Kurt felt like he mattered.
AN: Thank you for reading, this story is going to be around 10-15 chapters, and updates will be random. Reviews are lovely, if you have the time. May beautiful Klaineicorns bring you happy thoughts daily.
PS: (You're amazing, and you matter. If your struggling with feeling that, pm me and I hope I could help. Just remember, your beautiful and you MATTER.)