Hi everyone!
Warning: Selfharm, depression
Badboy!Blaine, Depressed!Kurt
R&R? Title inspired by Move Along by All-American Rejects
~Much love, xoxo
Kurt looks around at his peers as he stalks down the hallway. High school never has treated him quite right, but especially not now. Things have gotten so much worse, and he doesn't know how, or even why. He's always been nothing but nice to anyone who even dared talked to him. Maybe that's the problem. Nobody really talks to him. It's because he's different. He's gay. He's out. He's proud of who he is. But this just makes it so damn hard. How can someone be proud of themselves, when everyone else hates them? Maybe it's because he has a nice family. His dad's the best, and his dad's wife-his stepmom—is really nice. Her son, Finn, isn't too bad either. Except he only talks to Kurt at home. He's exceptionally nice, and he even calls Kurt his brother. But at school, he's distant. They're strangers to each other outside of their house. He also has some great friends. They're in Glee club with him. Actually, Glee club is what's saving his life. They're like a family, even if they don't get along all of the time. Mercedes and Rachel are his best friends. They're supportive of him, and they're basically his soul sisters. As he thought about the positive aspects of his life, he felt a sudden piercing pain his spine. Before he could even realize it, he was thrown into the corner of the row of lockers. He slid down to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. He didn't want to be seen, and he couldn't get over the pain in his still-bruised back. He already had hand marks all over his torso from yesterday's attack. This wasn't anything as fierce, but still. Pain is pain. 'How does this even hurt me anymore? I hurt myself. I should be used to it,' he thought to himself, hiding his face in his hands. 'Don't cry, Kurt Hummel. You are strong. You can't cry here,' he told himself, scoffing out loud at his own thoughts. He didn't actually think he was strong. He just couldn't cry at school. His tears were the bullies' fuel. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Not today. Not ever.
Kurt sat down at his usual seat at the table where the whole Glee club sat together. Even Puck and Finn sat with them. Finn mostly sat there to be with Rachel. Puck sat there to be with Finn. Kurt sat down on the other side of Rachel, with Mercedes sitting opposite of him. Santana sat to his other side, with Brittany practically in her lap. Kurt chuckled to himself, looking around at all of his friends. He picked at his salad with his plastic fork, listening to Mercedes. She was going on about some new guy.
"And, I heard he was gay," she said enthusiastically. Kurt didn't hear anything before that, really. But that line caught his attention. He looked up from his lettuce, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Come again?" he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.
"Blaine Anderson. New kid. Bad boy. Hot. Gay," Mercedes said, her voice monotone.
"Oh," Kurt sighed softly, slumping his shoulders again. No way was he going to get caught up with a badass. That just wasn't his cup of tea.
Just then, as if on cue, a short boy with clean-cut curly hair, skin-tight black skinny jeans-that actually looked as if they were painted on-, a plain white shirt with a tattered, old leather jacket over it, and lace-up army boots, approached his side of the table. He looked up at the boy, his jaw dropping slightly in awe of the pure beauty of the boy. 'This must be mister badass.'
"Better close your mouth before you start catchin' flies, babe," said the smooth, melodious voice, snapping him out of his trance. That's when the boy tapped under his chin with his slightly-rough index finger.
Kurt's eyes quickly met Blaine's golden ones, glancing at the smirk of his lips. He swallowed thickly, pulling his face back away from Blaine's touch.
Blaine let out a small huff of laughter, winking at Kurt before walking away. Kurt squinted his eyes slightly in confusion, looking at Mercedes.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, clearly confused and still slightly dazed.
"That was Blaine Anderson. The new kid," she shrugged, as if it were obvious. And it was.
"Why was he over here?" he asked, poking at his salad with his fork again.
"I wasn't listening, but he was talking to Puck. Gorgeous, isn't he?" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, giggling.
"Totally," Kurt rolled his eyes, biting his bottom lip softly. Blaine had been there for five seconds. Five seconds, and Kurt was already highly attracted to him.
'No. You can't, Kurt.' He argued with his brain, sighing heavily. He threw his fork down and stood up, dumping his barely-touched salad into the trash. 'Not like I was actually going to eat it anyways.'
Kurt made his way to the choir room, readying himself for Glee. Bullies, and now the bad boy. That's what Kurt's life was destined to be full of. At least until graduation. He clutched his bag closer to him, his forearms starting to burn. He needed relief, and he needed it soon. But he couldn't. Not at school.