Kurt was your stereotypical gay teen living in Lima, Ohio. Well, to be more accurate, he was the only out gay teen living in Lima, Ohio.
Life was not as easy for him as the gay teens you see on the tv, he had it rough. He was bullied pretty much since day one. The worst being from one Dave Karofsky. A football player. A jock. A homophobic jackass. Kurt could take it though.
He was tough. Over the years he'd built up so many walls it was hard for him to let any one in. He couldn't risk anyone getting close for fear that they would rip out his heart once they ripped down those protective walls of his. He wasn't one for friends, he didn't want anyone getting too close. All his past experiences just led to disappointment and heartache for him, so he thought that it'd be best to go through the remainder of high school without them. He didn't need anyone. He had his books, his music and the latest twilight dvd with shirtless scenes of Taylor Lautner. What more could a gay teen need?
Because of all of his trust issues Kurt had grown apart from his dad, Burt. They hadn't had one of their traditional Friday night dinners in over 6 months. It wasn't his fault, it was a stupid tradition. One which his father tried to stick to in an attempt to bond with his homosexual son after his wife, Kurt's mom, died. Kurt was too grown up for that. He didn't need his father trying to bond with him. He knew his dad would never fully understand him. He'd never get him and how he felt and all the crap he had to deal with. Unlike his mom, she knew everything. She would be able to tell if something was wrong with just one single glance. She was kind of awesome like that. It was times like these that he wished his mom was still here with him. She would know what to do about all of this bullying. She could make it all better. Even as a child, before Kurt himself knew he was gay, he was bullied and taunted. The other children wouldn't play with him for fear that they might catch it. His mom would comfort him by singing Take That - her favourite band. And whenever that didn't work she'd make him a hot chocolate and sit with him in bed until he fell asleep reading J-Lo's autobiography. She was always there for him in a way his father could not be.
As of late, the bullying Kurt had been subject to had increased rapidly in terms of frequency and severity. He was on the brink of losing it, he could feel his every muscle twitch whenever he heard someone approach him. He'd been through a lot but Dave just was not letting up. Kurt honestly didn't know what his problem was, he couldn't help it if Dave was a homophobe. Or that his fashion sense was universes better than the older boy's. Or that Kurt had a flawless JFK hairline.
This was no excuse for what was happening. No one should go through this. No one should have to come home and rush into their bedroom for fear that their father would see the army of bruises forming on his arms and pale face. They shouldn't have to hide in the bathroom and school and miss lessons to clean their bloodstained clothes. All of it was too much. Kurt could not and would not take it anymore. This discrimination was not going to stop anytime soon so the tall boy was going to have to make it. He had to find a way to make the pain stop. He couldn't keep doing this. All the bruises, the blood, the broken fingers. He'd had enough. He was tired and sick of feeling all this pain.
And so he decided what he needed to do, the only thing he could do. He was too weak, drained both physically and emotionally. This was his only option. His only escape.
Kurt, the brown haired boy with faded blue eyes as of late, sat on his double bed atop his silk sheets crying into his well moisturised hands.
This is the only way. The only way to make the pain stop. Burt will be okay. He'll understand. Everyone will. You're upset and you need this release. Anything to make the pain stop, anything.
And so the boy gave in to his conscious.