Everybody's born this way shirt was right.
But I want Kurt's to say Cutter.
Chapter 1: The Word That I Am
Kurt looked in the mirror.
Was he really doing this?
He looked down at his shirt, yes, yes he was.
He sighed and pulled his jacket on.
He hissed when it rubbed against a sensitive scar.
The one he had made after Karofsky had kissed him.
When his friends didn't notice.
He had cut a little too deep and freaked out.
He had called Blaine and told him everything.
It was Blaine who had convinced him this was a good idea, to tell his friends, to strengthen his support system.
He had asked Mr. Schue already if he could do something he wasn't born with, but had happened to him and he had had to accept it.
Mr. Schue had said yes.
So here he was, walking in to the choir room with his jacket covering the word on his shirt.
"Kurt! What does your's say?" Rachel asked him excitedly.
Her shirt said 'Nose'. Why was she so self-conscious about it? It was certainly proportional compared to her mouth. Plus you can't hide something on your face.
Not like the scars.
Puck looked at him and smirked.
Did he think this was going to be funny?
He looked at Mercedes for support, her shirt said 'No Weave', of course it did.
Even though he knew she was really insecure about her weight.
She looked up from her phone and smiled encouragingly.
Even though she didn't know.
He sighed and took his jacket off.
And they saw, they stared.
At the scars, at the single word that stilled the air in the choir room to silence.
Kurt thought he was going to choke.
Everyone looked at the single word.
'Cutter'