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"I hate that Nellie Oleson."
Laura Ingalls said this sentence almost everyday like clockwork after school with her sister, Mary and her best friend, Kurt Hummel. And everyday, like clockwork, Mary would respond with, "Laura Ingalls. You shouldn't say stuff like that." But today was different. Because today it was Kurt who responded.
"Laura, hate is a strong word. You shouldn't hate anybody."
"She pushed you down, Kurt."
"She always pushes me down." Kurt bowed his head and looked at his school books.
"The next time I see her do it, I'm going to punch her right in the nose."
"Laura Ingalls. You better not let Ma and Pa hear you saying that." Mary finally made her voice heard.
"Pa won't care. He'll probably tell me that he was proud of me for standing up for Kurt."
Kurt looked back up at Laura.
"Laura, don't. If you fight her, it's just going to make her madder. I'll be fine. It's only at lunch time anyway."
They all stopped walking at the tree they normally do so Kurt could go to his home.
"Thank you for being willing to help me, Laura but it's really not necessary. It's fine. I gotta go now. My pa is waiting for me. He told me to come straight home because we're going fishing for dinner. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Bye, Kurt." Mary said. She started walking ahead of Laura, just as she did everyday. But it didn't matter. Laura was a fast enough runner, she could catch up.
"Kurt, are you sure you don't want me to help?"
"I'm sure. Thanks though. I'll be okay. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Maybe we can go fishing tomorrow."
"Maybe. I'll have to see. I have a lot of chores."
"I hope you can. Maybe ask your pa tonight and let me know."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll ask."
"Bye, Kurt!"
She ran to catch up to Mary who was already pretty far ahead. Kurt took a right at the tree and started walking to his farm. He loved Laura and Mary, they were his best friends but being around them sometimes made Kurt sad. They not only had each other but they had 2 other sisters at home. They also had a ma and pa. Kurt didn't. Kurt was an only child and he only had a pa. And aside from Laura and Mary, he didn't have any friends either. He got teased at school a lot but mostly by Nellie and Willie Oleson. Most people didn't really talk to him, let alone tease him. But sometimes, they'd like to play baseball and "accidentally" throw the ball at his head.
He loved walking with Laura everyday but he hated parting ways. His farm was really far away from the school and he had to walk most of the way by himself. No one was near his farm. There was an old house that no one had lived in as long as Kurt had been alive and he couldn't remember a time when anyone from Walnut Grove had been over to his house for dinner. If Kurt didn't go to school and his father didn't work, people wouldn't even know that the Hummel's existed.
Kurt was walking by the old, abandoned house and stopped in his tracks. There were people walking in and out of it. They were getting things out of their wagon and walking into the house. Kurt ran over to speak to the woman who was standing in the wagon grabbing some pots and pans.
"Hi! What are you doing here?"
She looked him over. Kurt did the same. She was a very pretty woman. Kurt could see brown, curly hair under her bonnet and green eyes. She looked nice enough.
"Hello, there. Who might you be?"
"My name is Kurt Hummel. I live just over that hill with my pa. Who are you?"
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Kurt. My name is Pam Anderson. My husband, son and I just moved her from Mankato. I actually think my son is about your age. How old are you?"
"I'm 14 years old."
"He's not too much older than you then. Blaine just turned 15."
Kurt felt himself bubbling with excitement. He hadn't had anyone live this close before and now he might get a friend.
"Really?! Is he here so I can meet him?"
"I don't know where he is, actually. He's probably running around with the dog somewhere trying to avoid us. He wasn't too happy about coming here but I'm sure he'll love it. But he'll be in school tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell him about you so he can meet you."
"That would be wonderful! I'll even walk with him if he wants."
"We are actually going to take him into town ourselves. We have some shopping to do and we want to meet your teacher. But I'm sure you can walk home with him."
"Sure! He can meet my friends, Laura and Mary. He can even sit with me at lunch."
"Pam! I need your help in here!"
Kurt heard a man with a deep voice calling from the house. Pam looked towards the house and then back at Kurt.
"It was nice meeting you, Kurt. I hope to see you again."
She got out of the wagon and walked into the house. Kurt couldn't wait to tell his pa so he ran the rest of the way home.
He ran inside his house and closed the door. He didn't even wait before he started speaking.
"Pa! There's a new family that moved into the old Edwards home. They have a son my age and he's going to school tomorrow. I didn't meet him though. I met his mom though and she is wonderful. I think I'm going to be friends with this boy and he and I can play and go fishing together and become best friends and-"
Kurt stopped talking when he saw his father with a bottle in his hand. It wasn't empty but half of it had already been drunk. Kurt gulped and started slowly backing away.
"Where have you been, boy? You're late."
"I...I was just running late from school and then I stopped by to talk to the new family. I'm sorry, Pa."
"I told you to come straight home, didn't I?"
"Yes, Pa. I'm sorry...I didn't realize it was as late as it was. I'll do extra chores to make up for it."
Burt Hummel walked towards Kurt who was now cowering by the door. Burt grabbed the belt he had laying on the table and continued towards Kurt.
"Pa...please. Please, don't. Just give me extra chores. And you don't even have to go fishing with me. I'll catch all of them for you and then I can skip supper. Please."
Kurt started crying knowing that pleading with his father was no use. He pleaded and begged at least 3 times a week and it never worked. He didn't think his scars were ever going to heal. He closed his eyes to prepare himself for the pain. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was his father walking towards him with a bottle in one hand and a belt in the other.
What did you guys think? Leave a review. :) I would just like to post a comment right now about the love I have for both Burt Hummel and Mike O'Malley and this is not at all how I want him to be or how I think he is. I also know that this was a really short chapter. All of my 1st chapters are because I'm just getting into the mindset of the story and I'm just establishing basic storylines. The chapters will get longer, I promise. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I hope you read the next one I have coming!
