Instead of my work, this is what I did. Short fic inspired by one of my favourite songs.

Scarecrow by Between the Trees (Lyrics)

This may not be of very high quality, simply the product of procrastination. I'm a fluff person and don't like angst but I blame the song.

I'll publish this now before I rethink and delete it. Enjoy it if you can, reviews are most welcomed

This had been a mistake.

Having hope had been a mistake.

Asking Noah to come out at school had been a mistake.

I think I took the wrong path, and I need to find my way back.

If Kurt had thought that things he was put through in school were bad before, they were a hundred times worse now. He couldn't remember the bullying ever being this bad.

His skin which used to be soft and flawless was now black and blue with bruises from being shoved against lockers. Kurt was being thrown in the dumpsters and covered in slushies so frequently that he would have to relocate part of his closet to school if he insisted on changing after every attack.

They were nothing new though, he had learnt to pick himself up and brush himself off afterwards. Even the homophobic slurs which were thrown his way practically every minute didn't hurt that much.

Oh scarecrow it ain't so bad.

No, it wasn't those; those he could deal with more or less, he was used to them after many years. Noah, on the other hand wasn't. His undoing was also Kurt's.

Just try and fill in this hollow man.

The Noah Puckerman sitting across him, walking beside him, the one whose cheek he caressed in attempt to get a reaction wasn't the Noah he knew. This person was nothing but an empty shell, a lifeless scarecrow whose inside were filled with straw.

All the space in between the soul and the seams. Maybe I wasn't made for this world.

They say a person's eyes are windows to their soul and Kurt's heart ripped a little more every time he looked into Noah's eyes and saw absolutely nothing. Gone were the mischievous gleams. Gone was the brilliant warmness that used to fill them. Gone was the anger. Gone were life, happiness, love.

Kurt wished he had never asked Noah to come out. Noah had loved him too much to refuse. He should have seen this coming. Noah was dying inside and so was he.

They say you're never too far, to start it all again. Am I too far?

They were too far. It was too late.

Oh, scarecrow, oh, scarecrow

Is it really that bad?

This had been a mistake.

Having hope had been a mistake.

I hope that wasn't too horrible.

Reviews, maybe?