In Your Dreams

Summary: In which Kurt discovers his mind might just be more than enough to keep his bullies away. A dark humor fic. I don't own Glee.

Chapter One

If anyone asked Kurt Hummel what he'd most like to change about himself, he'd have to answer with, 'absolutely nothing.' Out of every student at McKinley High, he alone had the best fashion sense, was the most musically talented, and spoke such fluent French it was enough to rival the exchange student, Jacque, from Paris. His one wish pertained to the other students- oh, what he would love to change about them. He'd have to first start with his long time crush of course, Finn Hudson, and Finn's perception of the opposite sex. It would never happen though (as much as it needed to happen pronto). Of course, then secondly, he'd change the perceptions of the entire football team starting with Neanderthal David Karofsky. Kurt wasn't a mean vengeful person; he'd just liked to imagine a world where people were more accepting.

For starters, Finn was much too homophobic to the point where if Kurt so much as looked at him, he'd flinch. Karofsky, on the other hand, was- (ill-advised Kurt liked to think), as Dave took it upon himself with every opportunity he had to make Kurt's life a living hell.

It had all started one faithful day in freshman year as Kurt attended his first calculus class (rather excitedly as he had chucked a Hermione and prepared for the lesson beforehand). He had entered the room to the only vacant seat being beside a much too burly excuse of a student who needed to lose a few pounds.

He sat next to him regardless, whipping his calculator out of his brand new Prada satchel, and sitting legs crossed, tapping his fingers idly on the desk and waiting for the class to begin.

The boy stared at Kurt but Kurt did not reciprocate the gaze. A few minutes in, Kurt wasn't being paranoid; he could still feel his eyes on him. He sighed, turning to his newest fan and asked, "Is there a reason why you're staring at me? I'm sure you must be mistaking me for a fabulous Broadway star but really! You're making me feel rather uncomfortable."

The boy snickered and tapped his friend's shoulder on the desk to the right of him muttering, "Can you believe this loser?" His friend chuckled too shaking his head in mock belief. Kurt could feel the rush of blood to his cheeks. In his defense, he had not yet done or said anything to earn the name 'loser' so quickly. The boy turned back to face Kurt, "The only reason I'm staring at your mug is 'cos you look and sound like a girl. Oh, and thanks for the biro."

He helped himself over to one of Kurt's new ink pens and snapped it in half, "Oops!" he apologized most artificially as the ink flew freely, falling all over Kurt's expensive satchel. "My Prada!" he complained, very seriously annoyed now, causing the entire back row, particularly the larger boy, to erupt in cacophonous laughter, "Do you have any idea how hard this color was to come by? Or even how much this cost?"

His rhetoric comments did nothing to make them feel guilty like he hoped they would have. Not even in the slightest. Kurt realized then that even an apology was very far now in the making too. In fact, the larger boy, who was now being spurred on by his friends jeering, could only offer Kurt one suggestion, "I'm sure it'll all work out once you visit your fag hairdresser and promise him a blow job if he buys you a new bag."

Now, Kurt was really embarrassed. It was his first day here at McKinley and everything was going horribly wrong. Were they suggesting that he was gay before he had even said anything about his sexuality at all? And was it really that obvious? This only proved why he was glad not to say anything- those words had been so harsh and he hadn't deserved them either. Sticks and stones thought Kurt, but he was sure somewhere the pessimists version of that poem ended, "...but words will stick forever." From somewhere behind him, someone had thrown a paper ball at his head. It struck with perfect aim and bounced off and hit the floor. Kurt watched it roll as the boy's laughter turned into class laughter. Another one or two were shot at him, but none of them managed to hit. He swiftly picked up his bag, tears brimming his eyes, as he hurriedly collected his belongings and walked straight towards the exit—and into the Calculus teacher, Mr. Brown.

"What's going on here?" he demanded staring down at Kurt, who had managed to stain his own shirt in the process of trying to get his bag out of the room. Mr. Brown looked around to the ink spill on the floor where Kurt had sat previously, and the rolls of balled paper scattered shamlessly. "Can you explain, Mister-?"

"Hummell," Kurt offered timidly, but he was cut short by the class's continued jeering.

"I think you meant to call her Miss, sir!" called out another boy with darker skin, whose name Kurt would learn soon was Azimio, as Seriously-Needs-to-Lose-a-Few-Pounds made it a point to congratulate his friend on the remark.

"Quiet!" Mr. Brown demanded, "The whole lot of you! Hummel, get yourself cleaned up and I expect you back here in ten minutes."

Ten minutes was nowhere near the amount of time Kurt would need to 'get himself cleaned up'. He was about to ask for some more time instead when Mr. Brown snapped before he could even so much as utter the first syllable, "And Hummel!" he added, turning to scrawl his name on the white board, "You're to attend detention this afternoon in my office! I won't stand for anyone disrupting my class."

Kurt had just gone from being Hermione in anyone's class to Harry in Snape's class. The injustice of it all was so unfair that Kurt was forced to protest against his punishment but the laughter of the boys in the back of the room grew so distinctly louder that Mr. Brown was forced to serve them detention too.

Kurt turned on his heel and hurried out of the room. He'd call his dad later to excuse him out of the detention. Burt was good like that. Kurt didn't return to his Calculus class.

Over the next few years, he made it a point after that day to avoid Karofsky, but the boy seemed to have memorized Kurt's time table. He always showed up when Kurt least expected it. He'd gather all his friends to heave Kurt into a dumpster, lock him in the girl's toilets, or more recently, shove him into the lockers. The latter course of action physically hurt the most as Kurt on several occasions noticed he was bruising as a result.

Kurt had but save one friend at McKinley. Her name was Mercedes Jones. After a brief uncomfortable moment in which Kurt was forced to reveal his sexuality to her after Mercedes had an awkward crush on him, the two were now inseparable, seen reading magazines in the hall, and voluntarily both going into the girl's toilets together to fix their hair. (Somehow, the McKinley girls didn't seem to mind Kurt in there; a win-win situation as it was a lot safer than going to the men's toilets and running into Karofsky's crew, or Karofsky himself for that matter).

Mercedes, quite coincidentally, never happened to be around when Kurt was getting bullied. He supposed this was because Karofsky must have felt uncomfortable harassing him around a girl. Not that that had stopped him before, but Mercedes was no ordinary girl. She didn't let anyone give her attitude and even though she was the friendliest person Kurt knew at McKinley, she was also the girl who nobody stopped to mess around with.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked horrified, as Mercedes arose from the cafeteria about eight minutes too early.

"Keep your wig on, Diva!" Mercedes offered, a little confused by Kurt's clinginess, "I was just going to my locker."

"I'm coming with you!" Kurt said quickly; if he didn't go now, he'd have to go by himself later and he wasn't prepared to risk getting shoved into a locker by Karofsky again.

"...but you haven't yet finished your lunch?" Tina, a newer friend of Kurt's through Mercedes, said aloud, "If you're so desperate for a locker buddy, I can tag with you to your locker after you eat?"

Kurt was humbled by her offer but he quickly glanced over Tina. Although it was rumored that Principal Figgins thought she was a vampire, she was no where near as intimidating as Mercedes. Kurt shook his head, "You can have it, Tina! I mean, you could do with some added color in your cheeks. I'll be fine tagging along with Mercedes."

"You better catch up then, white boy!"

Kurt swiftly turned; Mercedes was halfway across the cafeteria. He bolted after her catching up just as she made it to her locker. "Kurt," she said slowly, staring at him with a confused look as she opened her locker, "You know I love you but there's gotta be boundaries. What I'm trying to say is that you're getting awfully clingy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you had a crush on me. Now, what's up?"

Kurt sighed. He had to tell her. She had been so understanding when he had come out, surely she'd treat him with the same understanding again? Especially now that they were friends. Kurt had only hesitated telling her about Karofsky's bullying before because- as she had never witnessed any of it- he wasn't entirely sure she'd believe him, and he didn't want to come across as a paranoid freak and lose his only confidante. But they had become that much closer now, and she really was his best friend. "Well, you see Mercedes, there's this jock and-"

Kurt never finished because with one quick SHOVE(!)that he had not seen coming, Karofsky slammed him, sideways with all his strength, into the lockers.

Anger seemed to reverberate through Kurt. He was only vaguely aware of Mercedes yelling after Karofsky, ("YOU WANNA COME HERE AND TRY THAT AGAIN, YOU JERK?"). He was only vaguely aware of Karofsky yelling back at her, ("Bring it, ARETHA!") What he was aware of though, very aware of, were two clearly pressing matters. One being that if he could just for once get back at Karofsky and stick up for himself, that if he could cause Karofsky an ounce of the pain that he, Kurt, had to face then he could just... but, there was also that other pressing matter and Kurt couldn't think anymore of the first one because he was so incredibly focused on the way his head was hurting so much to the point where it felt for the tiniest of moments that his brain was about to explode and then—

Karofsky never saw it coming. There he was, strutting along the hallway, like he was the biggest thing at McKinley and then out of nowhere the locker in front of him swung open and hit him across the face.

Everything around Kurt suddenly grew very quiet. And then as quickly as the silence came, normal assumed, started by Mercedes' harmonious laughter as she yelled out, "KARMA! Take that Karofsky, you jackass! K-A-R-M-A!" She helped Kurt up from where he had slid onto the floor where Karofsky had pushed him, "My God Kurt, that was the most hilarious shit I've seen all year! What have I been teling you? There is a God!"

But Kurt did not join in Mercedes' laughter and she was too busy fishing books out of her locker to notice he was troubled. Kurt wished she would ask him if that was the first time he had been bullied, anything to keep him from thinking that—no, of course not.

It's just that Kurt could have sworn in the instant where the metal collided with the bridge of Karofsky's nose, and the same instant where Kurt's headache, (now miraculously gone), had reached absolutely unbelievably unbearable pain, that he had somehow caused that locker door to swing open and hit Karofsky… but the idea seemed absurd, insane even. He couldn't have done that…

Could he?

A/N: If you have subscribed for story alerts to 'Baby Makes Three,' chapter two will be out soon! I just happened to be re-reading a few Stephen King classics today and this idea just jumped out at me and I had to write it. I hope you enjoy this; I had a lot of fun with this chapter and I've got great ideas for the later ones too, so please stick around!

Xoxo Emceee.