A/N Please read this before reading the story!

For starters I'd like to say this is my first fanfic so if I get the layout wrong or upload it twice by accident please be patient with me; uploading and publishing things is all very new to me.

Also, I thought I should point out that this story is set in an alternative universe so some things from the original Glee won't exist or will be changed/put in a different season. For example, in my story Lord Tubbington has a pet of his own (for funsies :P), Kurt didn't transfer to Dalton in season two (this is set in the summer between season two and three and goes into season three by the way) and Sam started flirting with Mercedes a bit before summer ended. There are a few other things but those are the ones which I thought of first so if you get confused by anything or are curious about a certain detail while reading this story just review or PM me and I'll try and answer questions :).

When there's a line like the one below this A/N that signals the start of a new paragraph in case you didn't get that.

Sorry if some characters are a bit OOC just let me know who and what you think I've done wrong and I'll try to fix it in the next chapter they appear in :)

There will be some Brittana in this story as well, so for Brittana fans read on and Brittana haters (do they exist?) I'd go find something else if I were you.

My rant ends here so thanks for taking time to read this, favourite, follow and review (I will reply to all/any reviews until the day I die) if you want to so we can embark on this magical Klaine adventure together! (Cue cheesy adventure music) :D

"Kurt, which one should I pack? I want to look fabulous; a mixture of classy and sexy so that when I video-chat with Finn at the beach he misses my body just as much as my brain" Rachel said all in one breath, holding up two different but equally appalling bikinis; one bright pink with frilly blue bits and the other white with brown and purple stripes. Kurt looked up from his iPod and blanched.

"Dear God Rachel neither! I thought you'd learnt your lesson after I finally convinced you to throw out that hideous blue pantsuit last month but obviously not." Sighing he got up and, without asking for Rachel's consent, started sifting through her closet. Rachel's scowling at his turned back was interrupted when Mercedes let out a squeal from where she sat on the bed staring at her phone.

"Sam wants to go for pizza tonight!" Kurt giggled at her excitement; Mercedes and Sam had been flirting with each other a lot in the past month and they both seemed to really like each other. Although Kurt had been a bit disappointed to find out Sam wasn't gay (though he still had his suspicions about him being bisexual) he was happy one of his best friends was into a guy who reciprocated her feelings.

"Have fun on your date Mercedes but make sure you're all packed for tomorrow first; tardiness at an airport is simply unacceptable-"

"Rachel?" Kurt cut off her rambling.

"Yes Kurt?"

"Stop talking" Rachel glared at him and, with an exaggerated huff, flounced out of her bedroom yelling over her shoulder "Fine, but don't blame me if we miss the plane!" And slammed the door shut.

"She does realise this is her room, right?" Kurt asked with raised eyebrows. He sat down next to Mercedes who was still staring at her phone. Despite Rachel's (all too frequent) hissy-fit Mercedes' eyes were still lit up dreamily as she fantasised about her date with Sam.

"Just ignore her okay? Enjoy yourself; but remember to wear something casual but not too casual and tight but not slutty and don't forget to laugh at his bad taste in jokes so long as they aren't sexist or disgusting." Kurt paused for a minute then shrugged. "I can't think of anything else so have fun and I'll see you tomorrow"

"You going White Boy?" Mercedes asked, having finally come out of SamLand.

"Yeah, it's getting late and you know what my dad's like when he gets worried" Kurt replied. He got up gracefully off of the bed and was halfway across the bedroom when Mercedes talked again.

"Kurt?"

"Yes 'Cedes?"

"I'm sorry Sam's not gay; you two would've made a cute couple" Kurt chuckled and turned back to face his friend as he pulled the door open.

"Good point but you two are cuter" Mercedes grinned, obviously pleased. "You never know though; I might be in for a summer romance you can only dream of" He joked, smiling once more at her before closing the door behind him.

After bidding goodbye to Rachel's dads Kurt left the house and started driving home. He thought about his words from earlier as he drove past McKinley high school, shooting it a dark look as he passed. That school had caused him so much grief with its slushies, locker checks and dumpster trips. But what he really resented was the people; everyone outside of Glee Club gave Kurt the cold shoulder or, even worse, some actually shoved his shoulders and sent him flying into lockers. Kurt flinched as he thought about the many (now fading but still visible) bruises, most of which were on his back, he'd received in the last week of term; moving had caused him a great deal of pain and he'd had to buy some painkillers (unbeknownst to his dad of course; Burt did not need his son being in pain to worry about on top of work and trying to be healthy/keeping his heart rate down so he wouldn't have another heart attack) but he knew it would've been even worse if he'd told the teachers, even Mr. Schuster, about his being bullied. Although everyone in Glee Club (except the Cheerios of course) had been bullied at some point they didn't have a Neanderthal targeting them and only them who constantly making their lives a living hell at school. Kurt did.

He pulled into his house's driveway, knuckles tightening on the wheel until they were white, as images of Kerofsky's smirking face danced in front of his eyes. Although the whole football team (who weren't in Glee Club) bullied Kurt, he'd always sensed that when Kerofsky was shoving him into a locker or jeering at him it was a lot more personal. It didn't help that Kerofsky was the largest and most intimidating of the lot either, making it very easy for him to scare Kurt out of his wits by simply glaring at him from across the hallway.

"Hey Bud, cutting it a bit fine aren't you?" Kurt had been so lost in thought that he started at the sound of his dad's voice.

"I-I lost track of time talking to Mercedes, s-sorry dad" he said shakily as he locked his car and walked with jelly legs up the front garden to where his dad was standing in the doorway. They went into the house in silence, Kurt's eyes on his feet and Burt's on him.

Burt was the one to break the silence as they entered the kitchen. He poured out a mug of steaming-hot coffee for himself as he talked.

"You alright Bud? You seemed a bit jumpy back there"

"Dad your heart!" Kurt protested, looking disapprovingly at his dad sipping the coffee.

"One cup isn't going to kill me. In case you were wondering, Finn's in his room playing video games and Carol's reading in the lounge so there's no one to eavesdrop; so tell me son, what's up with you?" Kurt sat down opposite his dad and contemplated the question.

"I'm not sure" he said slowly. Although Kurt knew he could tell his dad anything since they were so close, he was still weary of bringing up the subject of his being bullied. His dad was the most protective and proud person Kurt knew but he also knew that if his dad ever found out the full details of his bullying (seen the bruises, heard the extent of insults thrown at Kurt) he'd either go after Kerofsky with a shotgun, try and sue the school or both. And if it was one thing Kurt could spend the summer without for once, it was drama.

Kurt took all of this into consideration before he made his decision: he would tell half of the truth.

"Come on Bud you can tell me; is it those jocks from school? Did they do something?" Burt was halfway out of his chair, an extremely wound-up look on his face, before Kurt pushed him firmly back down.

"No dad they haven't done anything so please calm down!" Burt lowered his gaze from his son's worried one and murmured sorry. If there was one thing Kurt cared most about his dad at that moment in time it was his health which was part of the reason why he always refrained from complaining about school to him; hell would freeze over before his dad died because he got too stressed out over some guys being mean to his son.

"I'm just scared dad" Kurt said, being careful not to mention Kerofsky who was still playing a big role in his worries.

"Of what?"

"... Everything" Silence filled the small kitchen but this time Kurt was the one to end it.

"Well I need to get some beauty sleep for tomorrow so goodnight dad" His dad opened his mouth to say something, but for some reason chose not to and instead settled for a nod.

"Goodnight Kurt" He said softly to his son's retreating back. "I really do hope you enjoy your holiday."

Kurt was still awake at two in the morning, sprawled on top of his duvet and staring up at the ceiling. His mind was throwing irrational thoughts around his head that made him feel too paranoid to sleep. What's going to happen next year? Would Kerofsky turn up the intensity of his bullying even more? Would his dad find out and from the stress of it all have another heart attack?

Would Kurt ever have a romance, let alone a summer one?

That was the last thought that crossed Kurt's mind as his body finally gave into exhaustion and his thoughts fell into a sleep-filled void.

Needless to say he didn't sleep peacefully that night.