Ok, this is my second time writing a fanfiction (the first is still in progress, but still) so idk how this is going to turn out but I figured I'd give it a try.

So, I read a really cool fanfiction called BookFace Stories basically telling about the Glee Club's lives over Facebook. There were some parts that made me wonder though…what happened in real life? So I decided to write my own interpretation of the events. Hope you like it! This first chapter probably won't be that great, but I will do my best to improve if there's something you guys don't like! Also, as a warning, most of these will be Kurt-oriented because he is my fave character and his storylines interest me. If you don't like that, don't read this!

P.S .

Here's the link to the story:

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-KamiRoku213

Kurt Hummel is now friends with Blaine Criss, Wes Frain and David Thompson

Noah Puckerman: Get some, lady-boy

Kurt Hummel wished it would just end

Noah Puckerman:Dude, that better not mean what I think it does?

Kurt Hummel: If you are suggesting suicide, no. I could never waste my life with all the fabulous clothes I have;)

Noah Puckerman: Good... I think

Brittany S. Pierce: Kurt! Wht r u doing out of the oceen? And puck u shuld kno btr! Dolfins need wtr

Blaine Criss: Doesn't understand the ignorance of people.

Kurt Hummel: Total douche bags, if you ask me

Wes Frain: VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER!

Blaine Criss: Dude, what are you talking about.

David Thompson: The world may never know

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Here I am, driving back to Lima. I couldn't believe it. I had only been sent to spy on the Dalton Academy Warbler's by the Glee guys (well actually they didn't really send me per say, but Puck planted the idea in my head and I needed a reason to get away from Karofsky), but instead, I ended up with some new friends. Among these friends was Blaine.

Blaine…that boy was amazing. I wasn't sure why, but from the moment I saw him on the stairs, I knew I was doing it again. I was crushing on a guy I barely knew. Then when he sang Teenage Dream with the Warbler's, who at Dalton were "like rock stars," I was sure he was singing straight to me. He barely took his eyes off of me the entire time, and looking around, everybody was happy and having fun while Glee Club sang instead of trying to assault them with slushies. I was in paradise.

Then it all came crashing down. They knew I was a spy. Blaine and his friends Wes and David had invited me for coffee after discovering me. I was sure they were going to beat me up, but they just wanted to talk, and apparently had known the entire time about my "mission." Then when I asked if they were gay, (I just had to know) they laughed, but Blaine responded that he was. Then when they brought up the Zero Tolerance Bullying Policy, everything came rushing back. The reason why I had come to Dalton in the first place, Karofsky, and it brought tears to my eyes. I willed them not to fall and tried my best to hide it, but Blaine knew something was wrong. He told Wes and David to leave, and they told me to take it easy.

"I take it you're having trouble at school," he had said. After that, I told him about Karofsky, how he was making my life a living hell, and how no one seemed to notice. He told me to stand up to him, to call him out, which he never had the chance to do. It turned out Blaine had been bullied as well.

"I ran, Kurt. I let bullies chase me away and that is something that I really, really regret."

We talked for a little bit more after that and exchanged numbers.

"Call me if you need anything Kurt," he told me as we stood up.

"I definitely will Blaine," I said back, "You seem to be the only one that gets me and what I'm going through. I love my friends, but they just don't know what it's like. It's nice to have someone who does."

"Well I'm glad to know I could help, Kurt," he replied happily, "I'll talk to you later then?" We stopped in front of some really big doors, which I recognized as Dalton's main entrance. I wasn't sure how we had gotten there. Jeez, I had barely known him for a few hours and he was already able to distract me like this? Great.

"Yeah," I was about to leave when suddenly I remembered something.

"Oh! By the way," I started out, "I know it sounds kind of cliché but do you have Facebook? I just joined not that long ago, but it's an efficient way to talk to everyone."

Blaine looked at me for a second before laughing, "Yeah I do, search Blaine Criss and it should be easy to find. If not, what should I search for?"

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I'll be the fashionably dressed one," I said while smiling.

"Got it. See you Kurt," he waved before leaving, a big grin on his face.

So that's where we are now. I was driving away from my little spy mission turned therapy session, and I was slightly disappointed that I had to leave. I didn't want to go back and face school tomorrow knowing that Karofsky would be waiting in the crowd of Lima losers just so that he could shove me as hard as he could into the lockers…again. I sighed in annoyance. I couldn't do anything about it, no one seemed to notice anything, and if they did, they didn't care enough to even bother mentioning it or help me. C'est la vie I guess.

I finally got home after the 2 hour long drive from Westerville and immediately ran down to my computer. Thank goodness my dad was still at the garage. I don't think he knew I skipped school today, but if he did, I was going to enjoy my freedom as much as I could before he grounded me.

Once I started it up, I headed to Facebook and logged in. I looked for any interesting gossip that I may have missed during the day (which there was none of), then typed Blaine Criss into the search bar. I managed to find him quicker than I expected and clicked Add as Friend. While I was at it I friended David and Wes as well.

I checked back later. All three of them had accepted. Other than Puck's comment of "Get some, lady-boy," I was extremely happy about this. Especially Blaine.

I shoved open the bathroom door angrily. This was the second time today that I'd had to wash grape slushy out of my hair and change my clothes. It wasn't even lunch yet! Those Neanderthals had ruined a perfectly good (and very expensive) Marc Jacobs shirt, and an Alexander McQueen jacket which I had just bought the other day. I got to my locker, opened it, stuffed the ruined clothes into my locker and got my US History textbook for my next class. I was so frustrated that I slammed my locker a little harder than necessary, causing a few students close by to look up in shock but ultimately go back to whatever they had been doing before.

I just started walking away, trying to forget my horrible day when I felt the familiar sting of cold hard metal against my skin. Yep, you guessed it. I had once again been pushed into a set of lockers by Lima, Ohio's one and only Dave Karofsky, resident jock bully and homophobe. I looked over at him in disgust, holding my burning cheek, which was probably going to bruise later, but I didn't say anything. I wanted to, but I just didn't have the energy or the will to do so. After giving him one final glare, I continued walking to class. Then I remembered my face and slid back into the bathroom again to quickly apply some cover-up to the area. I wasn't sure if I was going to need it yet, but I didn't want to take the chance.

I checked Facebook once I got home to see if Blaine had said anything to me. He hadn't, which made my day that much worse. By the time I got out to the parking lot I had received two more slushy facials and been body-checked into lockers between almost every class and during lunch, adding up to a grand total of about 5 or 6 times.

Annoyed, pissed off and exhausted I looked at my news feed where it asked me what was on my mind. Really want to know? Fine then. I typed "Wished it would just end." I realized after that I had made a mistake and it was supposed to be wishes, but whatever. I didn't really care at the moment.

I signed into Facebook once I got home from football practice that afternoon. I didn't really like the thing, but it was another way for me to keep on top of the dweebs and keep up my badass Puckzilla rep.

The first thing that popped up was Hummel's status. What in the fuck did he mean by wishing it would just end? I just hoped he didn't mean what he thought he meant. I didn't like the guy all that much, ok well I did but hanging out with the school homo was not a way to stay on top, but was it really that bad? I knew Karofsky had been giving him crap lately, but I didn't know it was to the point where he- wait a second Puck. He might not even mean it like that. So I asked him. He replied that, no, he was not thinking about suicide, and something about not wasting his life with all of his weird clothes. I typed back a quick answer, checked for anything else that was mildly interesting, and then logged off.

I guess that's what I get for caring. Wait, what the hell? Caring?

It surprised me that out of all the people on my list of friends, Puck was the one to respond to my status. I was also slightly shocked that he thought I was thinking about committing suicide, but after typing back, I realized it wasn't that big of an assumption. I would be lying if I said I had never thought about it, especially now, but I am a Hummel damn it, and I will stay strong no matter how much it hurts. I see it on the tv all the time, and I don't want to be another statistic in the suicide rate of gay teens. I really don't want to do it, because that would be just like giving in to the bullying, letting it really get to me, and I've never let that happen before. I wasn't about to start now.

I was about to log off after making sure Puck believed that I was going to be okay, but then I saw a little red one appear. It was notifying me that Brittany had commented on my status as well. She had asked me what I was doing out of the ocean and said that dolphins needed water. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I, along with everyone else on my list, just didn't comment after that.

After signing into Facebook, I saw Kurt's status. It kind of bothered me, but as soon as I read the other comments, I felt better knowing that Kurt wasn't thinking about doing that. I did not however, know what to think about Kurt's friend Brittany's comment. What did dolphins have to do with anything? I just chose to ignore it.

Once I thought about the whole thing a bit more though, I was furious that Kurt had to deal with this at all. That any gay teenager had to deal with it. I just didn't understand people's ignorance, and I posted so on my status. Of course, the first person to comment on said status was Kurt himself, calling them douche bags of all things. It made me laugh.

I'll admit it. I have a bit of a crush on Kurt Hummel. From the moment I looked into his eyes on the stairs that day, I was fascinated by the small, high-pitched voiced young man. I tried not to make it obvious, but I couldn't resist grabbing him by the hand to show him the way to the Warbler's impromptu performance, and I could just barely keep from staring at him the entire time we sang Teenage Dream. I went over to talk to him after the show was over, but I was stopped before I could say anything. David and Wes had known he was a spy (and I did as well, though I didn't really care at the time because I was too busy being drawn in by his eyes…I think the colour is called glasz, a mixture of blue, green and gray) and they wanted to confront him. He knew what was coming and asked to change before we went for coffee.

Once we got talking, I started to like this guy more and more. He was just so shy and nervous, but still so totally himself at the same time. It was sweet. However, my heart just about broke when the tears came to his eyes after Wes and David mentioned the school's bullying policy. I asked them to excuse us, before talking to Kurt. He revealed that my assumptions were correct, he was bullied like I was. I told him to stand up for himself, like I never had the courage to do. It made my day though when we exchanged phone numbers. I wanted him to know that he would always have someone to talk to, and just hearing his voice made me smile (I didn't mention that last part however). When I had gotten home and noticed he had managed to find me on Facebook, I accepted his friend request without a second thought.

My thought process was halted by said social networking site making me aware of the fact that Wes had commented on my status too. It stunned me almost as much as that girl Brittany's had. What on earth did he mean by "violence is never the answer?" I asked him what he was talking about, with David replying that "we may never know." I had to agree with him so I liked his comment along with Kurt, Wes himself, and another Warbler, Jeff.