This is the first chapter to my first fanfiction! Sorry it's short, I'll make longer chapters as I go on. And, sorry it's a little sad. The story will get happier, I promise. Thanks for checking this out.
Chapter One
Kurt shuffled into the high school with his head down. He tried to get in the middle of large groups to hide himself. Every day he went into school scared of being slushied, or even beat up. Ever since he came out sophomore year, students have been giving him dirty looks, threatening him, and tossing him into dumpsters even more than they were before. It is now his junior year, and things have only gotten worse. The worst was in the beginning of this year, when he came home with a black eye and a bloody nose. It turned out that his nose was broken, but he didn't want anyone to know that.
As he approached his locker, he smiled slightly to himself, realizing he had made it all that way from the bus to his locker, and no one had even looked his way. Maybe it was his new outfit. He wore brightly colored skinny jeans with a simple white shirt. It was a lovely outfit, but less extravagant than his usual attire. Which seemed perfect for Kurt, because it was still fashionable, but did not attract negative attention. When he opened his locker, a note fluttered to the ground. He frowned and picked it up. "Fag" was all it read. He rolled his eyes. When will things get better?
He shut his locker and strolled toward his first class. As he walked through the crowded hallway, he looked at each individual clique. It was the same students standing together at the same lockers every day. The cheerleaders stood in little groups, sometimes with football players as well. The band kids stood together, a lot of them holding hands since the band geeks only mingled with one another. Even the weird kids, like the one with the stutter and the one in the wheelchair, had few friends among themselves. Kurt had no one. He wished that he could have what everyone else has. He wanted a bond with someone, with anyone. He wanted someone to come meet him at his locker every morning and laugh with him until they part for different classes. He wanted inside jokes to be shared amongst his group of friends. But, he's never had that before.
He arrived to his first period class alone and sat in his seat in the back corner of the room. He was alone in the room, fore his teacher was standing outside of the classroom door, talking with another teacher. Even the staff had cliques, and he still didn't.
He noticed the sweat on his forehead. He didn't understand how it could be so hot at the end of October. He wanted to roll up his sleeves, but he knew he had something to hide on his wrists. He didn't want anyone to notice the cuts and scars that have made their way onto Kurt's pale skin. He was ashamed and embarrassed of the cuts, but not guilty for doing it to himself. It relieved his pain and made him feel at least a little bit better. He didn't want others to see because no one else would understand. It would give everyone another reason to beat on him.
Students began to file in, and Kurt blushed just from thinking about his dangerous habit while others were around. A girl, whom Kurt had never spoken to, sat next to him and continued her conversation with the girl next to her.
"I heard we're getting a new student tomorrow," said the girl next to Kurt.
"We haven't had a new student since seventh grade! Girl or boy?" asked the other girl. The girl next to Kurt smiled brightly.
"Boy, I believe. Blaine is a boy's name, right? I heard my history teacher talking about him. Apparently he's super smart, but doesn't try hard enough, and he's really good at sports. That's what my teacher was telling someone," she said, raising her eyebrows. She seemed too excited about this.
"Ooh, an athletic nerdy type! I hope he's cute," said the girl's friend. Kurt was listening, and tried to decide if he was excited or not. Maybe, if he got to the new kid first, he could befriend him. But, it sounded as if the new boy was not someone Kurt wanted to get involved with. Jocks never wanted to be nice to Kurt. If anything, Kurt was scared. He didn't need another jerk bullying him. He just needed a friend.