Disclaimer :So this is my first fanfic so please tell me what you think. I don't own glee or its characters as much I wish I did… I don't. The only thing I own from this is Jordan and the idea. ENJOY!
Chapter 1:KURT'S P.O.V
Walking through the hallway is a dangerous place for me to be right now. Hockey practice is over, which means the jocks are coming out of the locker rooms. I quicken my pace to get as far away from the locker rooms as possible.
"Hey, Hummel!" A voice yells from behind me. Running down the hallway I look back to see if they're following me and I crash into something….or someone.
"Where do you think you're going?" I look up to see I crashed into Jordan, one of my worst enemies. He's not as built as the other jocks, but he's taller than most of them.
"Out to my car to go home." I stammer as I take a few steps back.
"I don't think so. I believe we need to talk to you." He teases walking towards me. Azimio walks up from behind him to stand by his side. They both share a look and then look back at me smirking. Feeling a tap on my shoulder I turn around and find Karofsky standing there with the same smirk on his face. His big hand clasp my collar and he lifts me off the floor. I try my best not to show that I'm scared, it seems like he gets more ruthless when I do. I keep a straight face thinking to myself, I've been through this a million times, I can handle one more. I can't help but flinch when my back connects with the lockers.
"We warned you and your little friends-"
"Let go of me," I demand.
" I didn't do anything wrong. I was just leaving. I-"
"Hey, listen you little freak you don't tell us what to do. We run this school. It's us who tell you what to do. And we say shut your mouth before we shut it for you!" Azimio yells from the side.
"Yeah, you little…" I try my best to block out what they're yelling at me, but it's hard. I begin to think of other things until a fist connected with my cheek. They keep yelling the same insults over and over.
"Just, leave me alone. I didn't do anything," my voice is shakey from holding back the tears.
"You know maybe we wouldn't have to keep going though this if you weren't such a freak. Or maybe if you started acting like a dude, maybe if you started dating girls instead of guys. I'm sure at least one girl is willing to kiss you,...or not cause who would want a loser like you." Jordan remarks stepping closer.
"He really has no excuse for why he can't get a girl, I mean he always has that big black chick hanging around him. I'm sure she's willing enough. It's not like anyone wants her either, see Hummel she's perfect for you, you're both losers." Karofsky says re-slamming me against the lockers and then he lets go of my shirt. As I fall to the floor I hear them laughing and talking as they walk away. Sitting on the floor all that runs through my head are the last few things they said. I picture a world where I can walk down the streets and the hallways without being made fun of for who I am. I feel like I'm on top of the world, but my vision goes away as I feel a hand on my shoulder and a voice calling my name.
