I'm Kurt, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel; I'm 16 going on 17. I live in Lima, Ohio with my dad, Burt. My mom, Elizabeth, died eight years ago. I go to William McKinley High School and am a member of the Glee club, New Directions. At school, outside of Glee, I'm treated like shit, a Slushee facial every day, shoved into lockers so many times I lost count, and endless torment from the football team, especially at the hands of hockey jock Dave Karofsky. Anyway, here's the story of how I found love with the most unlikely of people.

It was one of those regular mornings in my house AND my 16th birthday, I just woke up and had my shower, I put on the Marc Jacobs jacket I bought the day before as a birthday present to myself, now I sat down for my routine morning facial.

"Kurt, are you up?" my dad called.

"Yeah, just doing my morning facial," I called back, rubbing lotion on my face.

"Well, I'm going to work, so have a good day," he said before leaving.

I looked at myself in the mirror, got my bookbag, and walked to school.

"Hi, Kurt," Mercedes Jones passed me in the hall as I walked into the school, arm in arm with her boyfriend, Anthony Rashad. I deign to remind her who got her that first date.

"Hey," I smiled. I pulled out my phone to check my Twitter.

"Hey, homo," a voice behind me sneered. I sighed and turned to face Dave Karofsky, the biggest jerk in school.

"What do you want?" I asked.

Karofsky didn't answer; he just smacked my phone out of my hand and walked away.

"Prick," I muttered under my breath as I bent down to pick up my phone and walked off to English.

After school, I walked into Glee club late, only to find everyone paired up. I saw on the board Mr. Schuester wrote "Duets". I saw that new kid, Sam Evans, this morning; he's smoking hot, but he was already with queen bee Quinn Fabray. I looked around, only to see the only other person not paired with someone: Luke Graham. Luke's one of those kids who keeps to himself all the time and ignores whoever's trying to intimidate him; he's always wearing this pair of blue earphones, even during class, and carrying this black shoulder bag around. God knows what he keeps in there, but he's got a lot in there, I know that much. I saw him open it once and it was full of books. A couple days later, I saw him open it again and that time, it was filled with hypodermic needles. I shrugged and went over to him.

"Hey, Luke," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Hi," he turned to look at me.

"So you wanna duet together?" I asked.

"I guess so," he shrugged and turned away again.

"What are you doing?" I tried to look over his shoulder.

"Nothing," he muttered, bending lower over his doing.

"Come on, what is it?" I pressed. He clutched the binder to his chest as he stretched. I saw my name as he put it back down. "Okay, it has my name on it, show me." He looked anxious for a second before he handed me the binder. I looked down to see a drawing of me, a really good drawing of me, and the words "Happy Birthday, Kurt" at the bottom with his signature.

"This is beautiful, Luke," I looked at him, he was blushing.

"It's for you," he said shortly.

"Thanks, you're the only person who remembered," I took the paper and just looked at it. He got my hairline exactly right.

"Well, can't do much when you're in love," he replied.

I looked at him and smiled.