It's a cool Monday morning on the first day of October when Kurt pulls his navigator into the empty student parking lot. It's still dark out. Kurt looks at the clock; it reads 6:59. Classes don't start for another hour and twenty minutes but this morning, he has other plans. He's going to see Mr. Anderson, the finest piece of ass McKinley's ever had the pleasure of seeing. He's also a teacher. Specifically, Mr. Anderson teachers AP English and AP Music History, both of which Kurt take in the morning.
Kurt grabs his brown leather messenger bag from the passenger seat of his car and climbs out of the warm seat. He is immediately bombarded by a cold gust of wind hitting his face and stumbles backwards, hitting the side of the car. The pre-existing bruises that cover his back ache at the contact. He bites his lip to keep from crying out. Finally, he pushes himself off the side of the car and starts walking to the side door of the school, the only one that's open this early in the morning.
"Shit!" Kurt hears about halfway through his walk to the door. He spins around to see Mr. Anderson on the ground picking up papers and books that are scattered everywhere, thanks to the wind combined with the fact that Mr. Anderson always carries way too much at once. He runs over to help his teacher out.
"Morning, Mr. Anderson" he says to alert the older man of his presence. He bends down, carefully so he doesn't ruin his Tom Ford jeans, and starts to pick up the papers and books that Mr. Anderson had dropped.
"Oh Kurt, thank you so much, the wind totally caught me off guard and I couldn't see where I was going and-" Mr. Anderson stumbles along in his adorable and sexy English accent.
As if Mr. Anderson couldn't have gotten any more attractive than his dark brown curly locks, beautiful hazel eyes and extremely fit stature, his English origin sent Kurt over the edge. Kurt's heart stopped when he first saw the man stroll into AP History-405 and he almost lost it when he spoke for the first time. It's no secret that the man was good looking and after getting to know the teacher for the first few days, Kurt had a full blown crush on him.
"Yeah me too, I almost fell. Good thing I only hit the side of my car." he says, hoping that they will be able to spark some kind of conversation, anything to keep the teacher talking.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Anderson asks. He presses a hand on Kurt's shoulder to show that he cares and Kurt winces away from it. There was a particularly large bruise there resulting from being thrown into a dumpster two days prior and it really hurt. "What's wrong?" Mr. Anderson asks as Kurt rubs his aching shoulder.
"Nothing, just hurt my shoulder yesterday" Kurt lies smoothly. He's so used to doing it when Carole or his Dad asks him so it rolls off his tongue effortlessly.
"Do you need to see the nurse? Judging by the way you practically jumped when I touched your shoulder, I'm guessing that it wasn't just a minor injury" he asks again, concern written all over his adorable face.
"I'm fine, I just fell and it's a little tender" Kurt assures the teacher, although really, it's not. His entire shoulder is purple and it hurts like hell. But he can't say anything about it. He just hopes Mr. Anderson buys his story.
"Alright then, but if it gets any worse let me know and I'll send you to the nurse" he smiles politely, although Kurt can tell he doesn't fully believe him. "Thank you for helping me pick up all of my things by the way, I'm rather clumsy," Mr. Anderson admits sheepishly.
"Anytime," Kurt agrees. They start walking to the school together, talking quietly about the assignment that Mr. A was going to assign for Music History later that day. Before they can get to the door ,a sudden down pour of rain splashes onto the unexpecting men and by the time they get to the door they're both affectively soaked.
Kurt is too distracted by the way Mr. Anderson's crisp white shirt clings to his torso to realize the latter is looking back at him wearing a puzzled expression. Only then does he remember that his tight light blue button down is probably also see-through. He cowers slightly and turns so that way his shoulder is out of Mr. A's sight.
"Kurt, what actually happened to your shoulder?" the teacher asks. He's using his stern voice now and it scares Kurt a little. Mr. A always talks in a kind, gentle voice that could soothe a grumpy bear, but he's dead serious and Kurt can't help but tell the truth.
"I was thrown in a dumpster yesterday," he admits ashamedly. It's not something he's proud of, he hates that he can't stand up for himself. But the thought of Karofsky's overly muscular arms handling him roughly as he tosses him into a dumpster or shoves him against the lockers makes him sick. Tears prickle in the corners of Kurt's eyes and start to fall down his face as he sits down in desk. Before Mr. Anderson can say anything a taunting voice sounds from the hallway.
"Ha, the little fag is crying!" Karofsky sneers to Azimio as they pass by the assumedly empty classroom. They hadn't seen Mr. Anderson. Kurt lowers his head and looks at his hands letting the tears fall more frequently. Mr. Anderson is just looking at him. Kurt thinks to himself that he shouldn't be surprised. None of the teachers ever do anything about the bullying, why would Mr. A be any different? But then, like someone lit a fire under his seat, Mr. Anderson is running out the door.
"Mr. Karofsky, Mr. Adams, I will be seeing both of you in detention after school for the rest of this week, is that clear?" Mr. Anderson sneers at them. His stern tone and anger fuelled rage would be such a turn on if Kurt hadn't been sobbing into his hands in the classroom down the hall.
"But it's Monday! We didn't do anything!" David argues. He clearly doesn't want detention because he's talking so loud Kurt can hear him from down the hall.
"You're correct Mr. Karofsky, it is Monday. And on this Monday you just verbally assaulted Mr. Hummel. I saw it happen. So unless you want to be suspended which I could very easily do, I suggest you show up for your detentions, without complaints. Am I understood?" Mr. A spits angrily. Kurt doesn't think he's ever heard the man that angry, which is saying something because on the third day of school Finn had accidently spilled an entire bottle of water on his laptop.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson" both boys sigh dejectedly. They shuffle away and Mr. A comes back into the brightly lit classroom and he shuts the door behind him. Kurt is still sitting at a desk but his sobs have reduced to soft little whimpers.
"Here, drink this" Mr. Anderson says as he passes Kurt a bottle of vitamin water. He sits in the chair next to Kurt and waits patiently for Kurt to be able to talk again. Kurt takes a long sip of the water then with a shuddering breath he twists the cap back on and sets it on his desk. "Better?" Mr. Anderson asks.
"Thank you" Kurt mumbles softly. He's embarrassed and really just wants to go home and wrap himself up in all the blankets he can find and sleep until he can't anymore. He hates showing weakness, especially around people he admires and or has a huge crush on. Not to mention when said crush is straight.
"You don't have to be embarrassed Kurt. I've been bullied as well, I know how you feel," Mr. A insists. It makes Kurt feel a little better, but not much because Mr. Anderson doesn't know what he's going through. He's never been bullied for being gay. He hasn't had his life threatened, or tried for that matter.
"Right, everyone always does" he mutters. He starts to collect his things; he really doesn't want to be here anymore. Thinking of what he refers to as 'the incident' makes him nauseas. Huge, strong hands gripping his neck, the blinding headache afterwards due to lack of oxygen; thank God someone had walked in.
"Kurt I'm serious, please don't leave. You're in no state to drive and bottling all of this up isn't going to help you," Mr. Anderson begs. He's pleading with Kurt, demanding that he stay and Kurt can't help but feel loved. Even if he knows it's obligatory for teachers to 'care' about their students' well being, at least it's someone.
"Why, so you can tell me what everyone else does? 'It gets better' Yeah, I know. I've heard it all before. You don't know what it's like to be bullied everyday for being something you can't choose or change. I didn't choose to be gay. I didn't want this! So why do I have to be bullied everyday because of it? Hell, he's tried to kill me! So, yeah maybe it does get better. But I don't want it to get better I want it to be better," he says much more starkly than he'd intended to. He didn't mean to yell at Mr. Anderson, he just didn't want to be told the same old line again.
"He's tried to kill you?" Mr. Anderson asks, with a look of pure disbelief on his face. If Kurt didn't know any better he'd have said that Mr. Anderson looked... infuriated. This time Kurt could appreciate his attractiveness a little better, now that there weren't tears in his eyes. He nods his head a little. He can't make himself say it again, not without vomiting at least. "You have to tell someone!" Mr. Anderson demands.
"Please- please, don't, no please! You- you can't! No please, no, no, no, please no, he- he said he'd finish me-me off I-if I told anyone, please-Mr. Anderson, I don't-I don't want to die!" Kurt sobs again. He curls in on himself and sobs harder than ever. He is so stupid! He shouldn't have told the older man. Karofsky was sure to come after him and finish off what he started long before Mr. Anderson even showed up.
"Shh, Kurt breathe" Mr. Anderson sighs. He rubs soft circles on his student's back until he can sort of hear somewhat of a normal breathing pattern. Kurt's cries eventually stop and they're both left not sure where to go from there.
"Please promise you won't say anything" Kurt murmurs once he can finally talk without choking.
"Kurt he tried to kill you-" Mr. Anderson argues, but anyone could tell it came from a place of caring. From the moment he had laid eyes on the beautiful, tall, angel like-boy he'd been attracted to him. The way all of his clothes hugged his slender body in just the right places, how the beautiful blonde highlights in his chestnut brown coif are accented whenever the lights are on; it enamoured Blaine.
Then he got to know Kurt. Kurt was the kindest, sweetest most polite person Blaine ever met, and that's saying something because he comes from England: The Land of the Polite. And not only is Kurt beautiful on the outside, he is also stunning on the inside. And he is the entire reason Blaine had wanted to become an English teacher. He always wanted to help students organize their thoughts into words. Words are beautiful, and Kurt's were no exception to that. The words that Kurt uses in his papers… it takes Blaine's breathe away. By the time the first week of classes were over Blaine had had a full blown crush on his student.
But that was a huge problem as his best friend had told him again and again. Wesley Montgomery never failed to remind Blaine of the things that he did wrong. But in this case he was glad. He knew nothing could come of his feelings for Kurt. But knowing that didn't stop the feelings. If anything it only made them stronger.
Blaine pulled the younger man into a tight hug. He couldn't stop himself from taking in a long, deep breathe, trying to memorize Kurt's scent. Kurt smells divine. Kurt's surprised but pleased nonetheless so he wraps his arms around the older man. Blaine smells like coffee and mint, and a little bit like old books; it's intoxicating.
"I won't say anything Kurt, I promise. But if it gets any worse you have to tell me, Kurt. The authorities can protect you," Mr. Anderson soothes. There's no point in getting Kurt more worked up than he already is, but he's still worried. For now, he chooses to let it go. But he promises himself that he'll help Kurt. Someone has to fix the broken boy.
