A/N:This is my first Glee fan fiction. It's going to kind of like the fan fiction called "Dalton" by CP Coulter . The setting (of course) and the character are going to be the same, but the plot line will be a bit different. So, before you read this, look at "Dalton."
Disclaimer for the whole fan fiction: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
Chapter one
The drive to McKinley High School was extremely short. I didn't want to get there, so, of course, the time before I walked into the building went by way to quickly. I was bullied at McKinley by some of the football and hockey players because I'm in the Glee Club called New Directions. It didn't really help that I'm gay, either. I didn't register anything as I walked through the hall to my locker. I was too busy looking over my shoulder.
The morning went by fairly quickly. Lunch period was a whole different story. I stopped at my locker to exchange my morning books for my afternoon books, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned, preparing to take a slushy to the face, when I realized it was Mr. Shuester, the Glee Club teacher.
"Hi, Kurt," he said, smiling.
"Hey, Mr. Shue," I answered, closing my locker.
"How are you doing today?" he asked, "You seem a bit out of it."
"I'm fine, just tired," I lied. Mr. Shuester seemed okay with that answer, waved good-bye, and walked to the teachers lounge. Once he rounded the corner, I let out a sigh. I couldn't let anyone know about Dave Karofsky bullying me. I don't know if it was because I was afraid of how they would react, of if I wanted them to figure out on their own. I always seemed to be forgotten by my fellow Glee Club members. That possibly hurt more than being shoved into a locker.
The rest of the afternoon went by as fast as the morning did. Until Glee Club. Mr. Shuester decided to have another boys verses girls challenge. This brightened up my day like you wouldn't believe. I turned to stand with the girls, when Mr. Shue, with his back turned to me, said to go with the boys. I reliantly did what I was told.
"Don't worry boys, I have this in the bag," I said, flashing my best smile. We went into a class room to discuss what song we were going to do. I quickly made two boards to show what I felt would help us win. I was explaining this when Puck told me to make myself really useful and go spy on the Dalton Warblers.
"Fine," I said without another word. This really didn't help with my fear of not being wanted. The drive to Dalton was slow, but with out incident. The halls of the all boys school were packed with boys (of course), all heading in the same direction. I grabbed the first arm I could find.
"What's going on?" I asked, "I'm new here."
"Hi, I'm Blaine," he answered, "The Warblers are holding an impromptu performance. It tends to pull the school to a complete stop for a while." I couldn't believe how beautiful this guy was. This curly hair gelled to the side perfectly. His hazel eyes sparkled, mischievously. I couldn't help by stare at his lips and the way the moved as he spoke.
"I'm Kurt," I said confidently.
"Well, Kurt, I know a short cut to the Commons." Blaine grabbed my hand, and pulled me in the opposite direction. He held my hand the whole way to the room I guessed the Warblers would be singing in.
"I feel so out of place," I said, looking around.
"Well, next time, don't forget your jacket, New Kid. Now, if you'll excuse me." There was a small group of boys standing by the window, they were beginning the back round of the a cappella song. I heard a wonderful voice begin the first line of Katy Perry's song Teenage Dream. Blaine turned around, and I realized it was him singing. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. Blaine's hardly left mine as well. I was completely speechless through the performance. After the all boy a cappella group left the last note fall, all the boys watching ran to them, giving them high fives and pats on the back.
I followed Blaine and two other boys out of the room. We went to what must have been the cafeteria. Blaine got us all coffee, then motioned for my to sit. "This is Wes," he pointed to the boy on his left, "And David," the boys on his right, "David, Wes, this is Kurt."
"The spy?" Wes asked, smiling at me. I cringed. How in the world did they figure that out? I was about to ask that question when Blaine said, "You are a really awful spy, Kurt. We figured it out right away." We talked a little about the Warblers and New Directions for a bit.
"I have a question," I said, not being about to hold the question in anymore, "Are you all gay?"
The three boys laughed at me, when Blaine answered, "No, well, I am, but these two have girlfriends." Blaine soon excused his friends to talk to me in private. After the talk, Blaine walked me out to my car. "It was really nice to meet you, Kurt. May I see your phone?" I nodded handing him my phone, while he handed me his. We put our numbers in the others phone. "Call or text whenever you need. I'm here for you."
"Thanks, Blaine. I was wondering, would you like to maybe hang out sometime soon? It really helped to talk to someone, you know, like me."
"What about tonight? It's still early."
"Okay, do just want to ride with me?" Blaine nodded. I walked to the drivers side. I was reaching for the door handle when a hand snaked in front of mine. Blaine opened my door for me, and shut it once I was in. "Where would you like to go? I'm not really familiar with the area."
"Are you hungry? We could go for an early dinner?"
"Sure, that sounds good. Just tell me where to go." Blaine showed me how to get to a small restaurant called "Diner." How original. I moved to open the door, when Blaine placed his hand on my hand that was still on the steering wheel. I sat back, waiting for him to say something, when he opened his door and got out, he, again, opened my door for me. I smiled and thanked him. He also held the door to the Diner for me. The waitress sat us in a booth. She took our drink and food orders, and left with out another word.
"So, do you want to talk more about what happened at McKinley? I talked more about me, when you clearly need to talk more," Blaine questioned, sipping his coffee.
"Um, there really isn't much to talk about. I get a slushy in the face about once a day," I started, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Wait, what?" Blaine almost made his coffee come out of his nose. I told him all about the football team, which lead to Karofsky. Blaine was really mad about it. "You should talk to him, Kurt. Let him know how you feel. Remember, courage."
"Hey, Dad, I'm home," I called.
"I'm in here," I heard him call from the kitchen. "Where have you been? You normally call when you're not coming home until later."
"I was out with a new friend," I couldn't get the smile off of my face if I tried. "I went out to Dalton Academy to spy on the Glee Club there called the Warblers. The one guy there, Blaine, and I talked for a while. We went out to dinner."
"Is this Blaine kid, um, you know? Gay?" My dad asked.
"Yes," I said, my voice a little higher than normal.
"I'm glad. You seem happy." I smiled, and went to my room in the basement. I fell asleep thinking of Blaine's smile.
"How about you get that nasty grin off of your face, fag," Karofsky said, throwing a purple slushy in my face. I held my head up, and walked into the boys bathroom. "Girls bathroom is here." Karofsky grabbed me and threw me into the girls room. Thankfully, it was Quinn, Tina, and Mercedes in the bathroom.
"Oh my gosh. Kurt, what are you doing in here?" Quinn asked, helping me off the floor.
"I was thrown," I answered, "By Karofsky." She led me to the sink and she and the other two helped me get cleaned off.
"Are you okay?" Tina asked, while washing my face off.
"Mhmmm," I answered. I didn't trust myself to talk just yet.
I watched my back for the rest of the day. I felt my phone vibrate as I was putting a book in my locker. I opened the message
Courage, Kurt. I have faith in you. : ) - B
I replied with a smiley face, when all of a sudden my phone was knocked out of my hand. Karofsky smiled at me as he walked into the boys locker room. I ran after him, leaving my phone on the ground.
"The girls locker room is next door, fag," he said, putting his backpack into his locker. I started yelling at him. I honestly can't even remember what I said. The only thing I remember is him grabbing me by my face and kissing me. His lips left mine, looking me right in my eyes, then he tried to kiss me again. I pushed him off of me, with surprising strength. I ran out of the locker room. The bang his fist made when he punched the locker echoed in the hall way.
Running to the nearest exit, I picked up my phone, dialing Blaine's number. "Hey, Kurt. I was just about to call. Do you want to hang out tonight?"
"Blaine, I need help," I cried. I reached my car, slamming the door shut behind me.
"I'm leaving Dalton now. What's your address, I'll meet you there," he said, I could feel the fear in his voice. As I was about to give him my address, my door opened. Karofsky pulled me out of the car. I screamed, hoping someone could hear me.
"KURT!" I heard Blaine call. I was surprised I could hear himover my screaming. Karofsky threw me to the ground. My head hit the cement. Hard. My vision blurred for a few seconds. He was standing over me. His foot slammed into my collar bone. I felt my whole right shoulder shatter. I was so stunned that when he leaned over me, punching me in the ribs, I didn't know what to do. After each punch, I felt more bone break. The pain was so bad that I couldn't even cry. All of my energy was spent trying to get my shoulder and ribs to stop hurting. His foot much have crushed a lot more than just my shoulder because it was getting harder and harder to breath. This was not how I wanted to go.
"You tell anyone about that just happened in the locker room, and I'll do more than this. I. Will. Kill. You." And with that, he walked away. Blaine's voice was still yelling inside of the car.
"Kurt, are you okay? Listen I'm going to call 911. Tell me where you are."
"The school," I shouted as loud as I could. The pain got worse as my lungs expanded enough to make the sound.
"I'm coming, Kurt. I'm calling now." With that, he hung up. I laid there for what felt like forever. Finally, I hear the sirens coming.. My life didn't pass before my eyes, but I was standing over myself when I heard a male voice calling my name. "Kurt Hummel! Where are you?"
"I'm here," I shouted as loud as I could. I don't think it was every loud. But they did hear me. I saw two men in blue shirts approach me with a gurney. I passed out from the pain before they got me to the gurney.
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