I'll be your hero

"Why does he have to be so gorgeous? Even from a distance he looks amazing" Kurt thought to himself. He found himself staring at the football player sitting in the corner. Finn Hudson used to be one of the most popular kids in school until he joined glee club, but he had never been as jerky as the others beforehand anyway. He didn't throw people into dumpsters like puck or push people around or into lockers. He didn't throw slushies at the unpopular kids... Often... and he tried to be as nice as he could be without getting beaten up himself.

Finn had always been a bit of an airhead but he wasn't stupid. He knew what was going on around him, the gossip, if there was something wrong with one of his friends, and most of the time he could tell when someone liked him, or was just a friend. As far as Kurt knew this wasn't one of those times, and he was grateful for that. He was also grateful for the fact that although everyone knew he was gay now, nothing had changed. He was still getting slushie facials and took a dumpster dive every couple of days, but it hadn't got any worse, even with Rachael's big mouth telling half the football team when they bought it up. He was still almost invisible, being known only as 'the kid with the high voice' or 'the gay looking one' to all those who weren't in glee club or the few in cheerio's that actually talked to him, like Becky for example. Kurt sighed to himself quietly as Mr Schuster pulled him out of his trance

"and that concludes yet another week of glee, enjoy your weekend and I'll see you all Monday" Everyone gave a false smile and stood up just as the bell went.

Kurt walked up to Mercedes and together they walked down the halls, a smile grew on his face as he remembered what his weekend had in store for him

"I am SO going to enjoy this weekend! I mean come ON! A day at the spa on Sunday and I can finally afford the new collection I've been wanting!" Mercedes chuckled and nodded

"Well, I'll see ya Monday Kurt" Kurt smiled and waved as Mercedes ran to meet up with Quinn and her dad. Kurt sighed and put on his best cover up smile and strolled over to his dad's car. He got on just as two of the jocks started laughing and pointing. The smile on his face fell and he wound the window up hoping the reflections would hide his face

"Hey dad"

"Hey Kurt, you okay?" Kurt smiled and nodded, switching on the radio.

"I'm gunna drop you off at home and I'm going back to work for an hour" Kurt nodded at his dad and looked back out the window. Burt patted his son on the shoulder

"Ignore them Kurt"

"It's not as easy as you think"

"well, it's the weekend now so you won't have to face them for a while" Kurt sighed and looked back out the window as Burt drove towards home.

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It was Saturday morning and Kurt had just bought the new collection he had been waiting forever to buy. He strutted out of the shop with a huge smile on his face. He felt like nothing could break his good mood. He turned the corner to see the two jocks from the day before standing there. He turned on his heel and tried to walk away as calmly and as quickly as he could. A seemingly huge hand grabbed Kurt's arm and spun him around

"Well well, what do we have here?" The first one said

"What do YOU want?" Kurt said, trying to sound as brave as he could

"Let's find out shall we" The other said. He punched Kurt in the stomach and Kurt doubled over, kneeling on the floor. The other went to kick him in the chest but missed when Kurt stuck his arm up in defence. He kicked Kurt's wrist with great force and Kurt screamed out in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks. Kurt received another two blows to his head and he lost count of how many kicks to the stomach and chest.

"This is it" Kurt thought to himself "I always knew they'd be the death of me" He closed his eyes as he felt blood trickle from his eyebrow and lip. He went to stand up but was thrown straight back down with a kick to his chest.

"Aw, is little Kurty crying!" One said. Kurt's eyes filled with fresh tears, only his mother had ever called him that. Kurt hid his face and didn't even look up when he heard someone shout his name. Kurt heard some groans and the faint sound of punching but still he didn't look up. The sounds stopped and Kurt looked up a little. Finn was running over to him, a look of concern on his face. Kurt's already fast heartbeat started speeding up as Finn gently took hold of him and helped him over to his Car. Kurt laid out in the backseat as Finn drove towards his house.

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"Hey what happened out there Kurt?" Finn asked, Concern in his voice.

"They were around the corner waiting for me..." Kurt mumbled through his still slightly bleeding lip. Finn nodded slowly

"Okay, you sure your wrists okay though? It looks really painful, maybe we should get you to the hospital" Kurt flinched as the excruciating pain in his wrist came to his attention. He shook his head

"no! My dad would go nuts!" Finn sighed

"Okay, I think my mum might have had training when she was younger anyway... I'll ask her when we get back to mine" Kurt hit his head against his hand

"Crap!" Finn looked confused

"What's wrong Kurty?" Kurt's eyes widened. Did Finn really just call him Kurty?

"Kurty?..." Finn bit his lip

"Sorry..." Kurt smiled slightly

"It's okay... hey did you happen to pick up the bag that I had?" Finn nodded

"It's in the boot" Kurt sighed with relief and tried to sit up carefully as Finn pulled into the driveway. Finn picked Kurt up from the back of the car, closing the door with his foot. Kurt held on best he could whilst cradling his swollen wrist to his chest, pain still washing over his entire arm.

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Finn carried Kurt into his room in his arms and laid him out on the bed carefully. Kurt gave him a faint pain filled smile and found that Finn couldn't help but smile back. Finn cleared his throat and looked away trying not to blush

"Okay, you wait here I'll go find the first aid kit. Finn left the room awkwardly leaving Kurt to look around. From simply laying on the bed he could tell Finn LOVED his Xbox. There were games and their cases dotted everywhere and there were two controllers at the end of the bed. Also scattered on the floor and on the sides were a load of CD's. Some of them were cringe worthy but most of them seemed to be along the lines of what Finn liked, classic rock etc. Kurt sat himself up a bit and flinched as the pain in his chest became apparent.

Finn came back with the first aid kit and a drink for Kurt. He sat right in front of Kurt and went to work. He took a damp cloth and held it to Kurt's face

"This might hurt a little" Kurt nodded slowly, taking his drink from Finn. Finn dabbed the cloth over the cut on Kurt's eyebrow causing Kurt to flinch slightly.

"Hey, hey, it's okay ill stop if you want" Kurt shook his head

"no go on, it just stung a little" Finn smiled and carefully carried on dabbing at his eyebrow. He then moved to Kurt's lip. Whilst dabbing carefully at his lip, His perfect lip. Finn sighed

"You know, I really think we should get you to a nurse... Your wrist is obviously killing you and I think you need stitches" Kurt huffed but soon a smile came to his face

"Fine, but you're the one that's telling my dad" Finn swallowed

"okay deal" Finn laughed, happy Kurt was finally getting a proper check over but scared about how annoyed Kurt's dad was going to be.