Hello everybody!
So, I know that I had already posted everything up to chapter 6, but I've spent the entire day editing everything I had written so far, adding a bit to some of the chapters, AND even finished chapter 7. So right now I'm just reposting chapters, and then I'll be posting chapter 7 as well.
Knowing myself there'll probably still be some mistakes here and there, but I still hope you'll like it though.
Of course, this in just fanfiction, i own diddly squad.
Huugs!
Kurt Hummel had always been a hopeless romantic with big dreams, he had always dreamt of the day where he would finally be free in his dream city, with his dream job, and finally have the chance to find love.
He had always had a strong confidence, whether it be in achieving his dreams, or in himself, he had a strong belief in always being yourself, never hide your true self from others.
People broke that confidence though. Years of being torn down for being himself broke him, broke his belief in his dreams.
They threw hurtful words at him daily, gave him locker shoves that left awful bruises on his back, threw slushies at him, he didn't even know what was worse about those, the fact that they ruined his clothes, or the humiliation of it.
What really broke him though, was that fateful day in the locker room.
He was tired of being pushed around, so when Karofsky decided to give him another nice locker shove one day, he broke, he didn't think, he just wanted this to end, one way or another. He didn't expect what happened to happen though. He followed Karofsky into the locker room and faced him, he yelled at him, told him they couldn't change him, told him he wouldn't stop being him, that he couldn't punch the gay out of him. He felt so strong at that moment. That was until it happened. Until the thing he wants to forget the most happened. Until he got a precious and beautiful thing stolen from him... Until Karofsky kissed him.
To Kurt, his first kiss was supposed to be something sacred, it was supposed to be a beautiful moment he shared with someone who cared about him, and someone he cared about. Sure, he had been kissed before, little cute pecks from his mom, and that time with Brittany, but this was his first kiss with a boy, he had wanted this to be a special moment with a special someone. Instead that had to be torn down along with his hopes for things to get better. It had all gone too far this time.
Kurt believed I many things, but he certainly didn't believe in outing people, so with that in mind, plus the feeling of humiliation he got just by thinking of what happened, he never told anyone about what happened.
He managed to get through his senior year, always keeping New York in mind. He needed to get away, far away.