Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
Kurt walked into William McKinley High School, dragging his feet through the doors and towards his locker. He was tired. Exhausted. He had always been bullied by the jocks but lately, David Karofsky had stepped up on the insults, the slushies, the dumpster dives, the threats...
His thoughts were abruptly cut off as he was sent flying into the row of lockers on his left and onto the floor. The sound echoed through the bustling hallway and he felt a sharp pain erupt in his shoulder as he drew his knees up to his chest.
"Watch it, fag!" He heard Karofsky yell over his shoulder as he stalked off, exchanging high fives with Azimio before disappearing round the corner. Kurt tried to stop the tears welling up in his eyes as he brought his tightly clenched fist onto the floor below him, letting out a muffled cry. He couldn't take it anymore.
Suddenly, a tiny figure knelt before him and placed a small hand on his shoulder. "Kurt, are you alright?" A high pitched voice asked. Looking up, he found himself face to face with Rachel Berry, her big brown eyes wide with concern. He forcefully shrugged off the hand and stood up, glaring down at the brunette in front of him.
They had been friends for a while but each time he saw her strut down the hallway, brushing off every mean word that came her way, he felt something boil deep inside him. A burning anger at the fact that she could take everything anyone threw at her and still stay so confident, so self assured. He hated her. That's what he told himself.
"Go away, Rachel, I don't need your help." He snapped at her, watching as her eyes filled with shock and hurt at his sudden outburst. "I was merely showing concern for a friend and trying to lend a helping hand!" She quickly defended.
"A friend? We're not friends, Rachel." Kurt laughed humourlessly. The small brunette furrowed her brows in confusion, scrunching up her nose slighlty as she listened to his words, each one stabbing her in the heart painfully. "What are you saying, Kurt? Of course we're friends." She said nervously.
"And what gave you that idea?" He said, angrily. "I-I just thought that after everything these past few weeks, the sleepovers, the karaoke nights..." She trailed off, looking to the ground as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Kurt was and had been her only friend and now she had done something to screw it up.
"Well, you thought wrong. No one could ever be friends with someone like you." He said, staring at her with disdain. The intense pain and heartbreak he saw in her expressive eyes caught him off guard and he had to turn away, knowing that he had been the cause of it. He heard her sniffle softly behind him and the boy fought hard to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
"K-Kurt, I'm sorry if I did something to offend you but please...you're my only friend, I can't lose you." Rachel said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice, watching helplessly as the boy vanished in the sea of students.
Kurt sighed as he stepped into the toilet. He knew he had hurt Rachel badly. Over the last month or so, he and the small diva had gotten very close and he realized that under the big words and annoying personality, she really was just a lonely girl who longed for a friend and now, he had suddenly snatched that away from her without any explanation.
Still, he pushed away the guilt eating at him and told himself that she would be fine, she was strong. He wasn't. A fresh wave of jealousy hit him and he took a deep breath before leaving for class.
When Kurt arrived for glee club, for once, Rachel was late. The door opened and he watched as she walked in, head held high, jaw set firmly, however, her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks slightly puffy. She had been crying.
As she moved to the center of the room, seemingly to make an announcement, he watched as the club began to tear the small girl apart and for the first time, he could see a change in her eyes. They were getting to her. Maybe they had for a while, he just never took the time to notice, he realised.
"That outfit is atrocious. You'd think two gay men would be able to dress their daughter better than a toddler." He added, averting his eyes when Rachel's met his. They were brimming with unshed tears. Kill or be killed, he told himself. The brunette had remained silent for the rest of the class and yet, he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
A/N Thanks for reading, please review! The song is How to Save a Life by The Fray. This will be a two shot and the next part will be up soon!