Hey guys :) So this is the prologue of the story! ENJOY! *reviews are more than welcomed*

Every single cheerleader was ready for the grand finale of their choreography: a big pyramid including all of them with their captain on top. Kurt Hummel was smiling fiercely while he was standing on the trembling shoulders of two other girls; they were so going to win this! As he was waving to the crowd, one of the cheerleaders under him moaned in pain.

''What is it?'' asked Kurt, smiling even though he was really worried.

''I can't! You're way too heavy Kurt, we should end the figure right now if we don't want anyone to get hurt.'' she cried.

''Yes you can! Only thirty seconds, you can do it Sheryl!'' he said, still smiling.

''She just told you…HOLY SHIT!''

Everybody was screaming in horror. The pyramid rapidly dissolved itself even though Sue told the cheerleaders to stay in formation because, anyway, no one was paying attention because Kurt had just fallen from the top.

Sheryl was crying at the hospital in Burt Hummel's arms, apologizing and wiping her running nose on his flannel shirt.

''I'm s-s-so sorry! I-I didn't mean to let him f-f-all! I'm s-sorry Mr. Hummel!'' she sobbed.

''Hey, Sheryl! I'm not mad at you; it was not your fault! Now, go home.'' Burt told Sheryl, pushing her away.

She nodded and ran away, putting her face in her hands to cry harder than she already was. Burt looked at his shoulder in disgust; even pretty girls can snort dirty stuff from their noses. He tried to ignore it while he entered the room where Kurt was laying. When he saw the state Kurt was in, he couldn't do anything but sigh. The father had told his son that cheerleading was dangerous! But he was not going to tell him 'I told you so' because Kurt was already upset and he needed his dad right now. Sue had kicked him out of the Cheerios.

''So, how are you feeling?'' he asked as he pulled a chair to get closer to his son.

''As good as I can with two broken legs, a broken hip, a fractured wrist and a rejection of the Cheerios.'' Kurt whispered, clearly annoyed with the current situation.

''Did the doctor tell you when you can go back to school?'' Burt said, trying to change subjects.

''Yeah, in two or three weeks I should be good to go but I'll need somebody to help me carry my stuff and push me around because I'll be in a wheelchair for a while and I'm not used to it like Artie. Also because I can't roll myself since my right wrist is fractured.'' he answered with his voice cracking. ''Oh crap…''.

''What is it son?''

''I write with my right hand. I'll need somebody to take notes for me.'' he said, looking desperate.

''Well, you could ask Sheryl? She seemed to feel really bad about what happened, I think she would accept to help you.'' Burt told Kurt, sure of himself.

Sheryl, or any of his other ''friends'', didn't take any notes for themselves, why would they do it for Kurt? For Kurt who is now badly injured, not looking hot and also, out of the Cheerios. Yes, you got that right. They wouldn't speak to him anymore because of his social status in school. He didn't have friends anymore. He was alone. Nobody cared enough to at least help him get to his classes.

So, right now, Kurt was sitting in his chair, trying to open his locker with his left hand, obviously struggling. He couldn't do it. How can you open a locker that is two feet above your head with your left hand? He let out an annoyed grunt as he gave up trying to open his locker.

''Can I help you?''

He turned his head to see bright yellow pants. Only one person in school would wear that in public, so he lifted his head up to confirm his suspicions. Yep, Blaine Anderson, the biggest nerd in school and also the guy Kurt had tormented for the last two years was proposing to help him.

So? Do you like it? Do you understand where I'm going with this story?

Review! Tell my what you think about it :) Thank you for reading, next chapter should be up in no time since this is only the prologue ;)