A/N:
Hello! Surprised that I'm starting a new story? SO AM I! I'm sorry readers of ICBYHB (I can be you're here, baby) this story was trying to desperately escape my easily distracted brain :P And to those who haven't read ICBYHB after you read the first chapter of this story PLEASE GO AND READ IT! Once your done go…scamper to my page and read the story there is currently 20 chapters, well 21 but one is a note that isn't important to read :/
To those people like me who hate POVs I am tellin you this, this is not a POV story the beginning is just a voice over of Kurt's. And to those who like POVs I'm sorry this is not a POV.
The beginning will have bits and pieces missing and you will most likely be confused but you will be getting more info as the story go on!
IMPORTANT INFO!
Ok first off no one knows Kurt's secret but the police, the parents of 4 teenagers (who are OC and will be identified later), and Burt. This is after Kurt would have gone to Dalton so Karofsky has already kissed Kurt but it wasn't just kissing. It more extreme sexual assault but you will hear more about that later. Kurt never went to Dalton.
Ok I shall shut up and start the story
*Klisses*
Prologue
I deeply admire Robert Frost. We both did thing that we hated to do, but in the end we still were able to keep hold of something we did love. True his being poetry and mine being the love to sing. Yet I believe we see thing in somewhat the same way. Like him in three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. That was, until that night when I realized I was wrong…
Kurt sighed and shifted his weight evenly between his good foot and his crutch. It's seven at night when they arrived in Westerville. He stared up at the tall elegant building, Dalton Academy for Boys, where he will be spending the rest of his college career. There was suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Kurt yelped and jumped away from the touch. He started to fall forward at due to his sudden movement. Thankfully the person who toughed him caught him, Kurt relaxed when he realized it was his father.
"I'm sorry, bud! I should have realized you'd still be a little jumpy after…you know…" Burt trailed off as he steadied the off balanced boy.
"It's fine dad. I need to stop being so on edge if I want to lay low here." Kurt sighed and adjusted the sling on his shoulder.
"Hmm, laying low doesn't sound like the Kurt Hummel I know." Burt said. Kurt opened his mouth but he was cut off by a grunt Finn and a gasp from Carole. Catching their attention, the Hummel's looked over to see Finn on the ground with one of Kurt's larger chests on his chest and Carole trying to get it off him and restrain herself from laughing. Burt laughed half heartedly, "Just a few more bags and we can go in, Ok?"
Kurt just nodded and stared into the glass of the car window. Kurt couldn't ride in cars unless he was asleep after…he couldn't bring himself to think of that night. If that night hadn't of happened he wouldn't be in this mess. He wouldn't be living in fear of cars; he would be living his old life, he wouldn't be in fear, Karofsky wouldn't be in jail, and most importantly he wouldn't have lost 4 of his closest friends. That past will haunt him forever.
Kurt shakes off that thought and checks his reflection in the mirror. He makes a face when he sees his face. His lip is still healing, there is a light scar going across his left cheek, there is a bit of tape holding his mostly healed nose in place, and there is an angry black ring around his right eye that makes his glasz eyes stand out. He looks like a broken porcelain doll that some one would throw out because he's useless, no longer perfect. To be honest, Kurt never saw himself as perfect. There was always an imperfection. Now he has countless bruises and cuts all over his beaten body.
"Kurt?" A voice snapped Kurt out of his trance; Burt was staring worriedly at his son, "are you 100 percent positive you want to do this? We could…we could home school you or something."
"I have to do this dad. The best way out is through." Kurt said hollowly.
"Huh?" Burt and Finn responded, confused looks on their faces. Kurt and Carole rolled their eyes. Kurt should of known better than to quote Robert Frost to his dad and stepbrother.
"Never mind, can we just go in?" Kurt asked, sadly.
"Sure kiddo," Burt said as Finn ruffled Kurt's hair with his bag free hand.
"Kurt glared at Finn. As he fixed his hair with his good hand he snapped, "Don't mess up my hair Finn!"
"That's the Kurt Hummel I know!" Burt said happily, "Let's go in before we lose him!"
With a half hearted smile, Kurt followed them toward the building.
Once inside Dalton they found their way to the receptionist. On their way in Kurt got stares as he hobbled inside, he tired his best to push the boys out of his mind.
"Oh, hello! You must be the Hummel's! I'm Dean Jacobs." A tall well dressed man said happily.
The Dean walked over to Kurt and looked down on him, "I've been informed about you situation, and must I say I am very sorry that happened to you. I will make sure that your stay with us at Dalton will be an educational and safe one! "
"Now," He said and clapped his hands loudly, Kurt flinched, "Lets get you settled in and on the way I'll let you in on some of the rules we have around here."
As they followed Dean Jacobs he told them the normal rules that Kurt already knew. They walked down long halls until they got to the west wing where the dorms were. They walked until they reached a door marked '29'. The Dean stopped in front of the door.
"Kurt I must warn you about your roommate," The Dean started, his expression turned sad for a few seconds but quickly change to his regular happy self.
"What's wrong with Kurt's roommate?" Finn snapped, he has gotten awfully protective of Kurt since the Karofsky beating.
"Finn, if just let him continue he would tell us what's up with my roommate." Kurt said firmly. Finn slumped back a bit and mumbled a soft, 'I'm sorry.'
"As I was saying, Liam is…well…he's got some story behind him. He doesn't talk much so if he doesn't respond to you, it's not that he's ignoring you he does that to everyone. He's a really nice kid; he's just…a little different." The Dean finished. He knocked lightly and then started to open the door, "Oh yeah! I almost forgot, please don't stare at him."
The Hudmel's looked at each other. The door opened to expose a very symmetrical room/ It had two twin sized bed against the wall, on the wall beside each bed was a closet, to the other side of the bed was a bed side table with a lamp. There were two desks and a large T.V. in the center of the wall that the door was on. To the left of the room was the door that led to the bathroom.
A soft strum of a guitar and the scratch of pen meeting a pad of paper caught Kurt's attention. Kurt looked to one of the twin sized beds and he saw him. Sitting on the bed, guitar in hand was a boy. He was very tall, probably 6 foot 10 inches. He had jet black hair that swooped over the left side of his face.
"Liam?" The Dean called. The boy timidly looked up to the voice. "This is Kurt Hummel, your new roommate. Kurt this is William Wolff-Reynolds-Tabbit."
The boy looked over to Kurt; his haunting gray eyes were emotionless, "'Ello," He said softly in a thick British accent as he politely nodded and then continued his work.
Seeing the left side of his body made Kurt want to cry, from head to toe on his left side of Liam's body was a scar that contradicted his pale skin. It wasn't just a scar but a nasty, dark burn that had long ago healed. He was utterly gorgeous but he was badly broken. There was a scar over his right eye from his temple to hic cheek bone, under it was three smaller line scars. There was another on the end of his left eyebrow, and one from the right corner of his lip to his lower cheek. Since it was the end of the day for the Dalton students, Liam was wearing basketball shorts and a white v-neck tee. The shorts exposed scars on his knees and the tee had ridden up to expose an oval-like scar on his hip.
Kurt looked over at Finn who was gaping at the tall boy. Kurt knocked him in the leg with his crutch. Finn yelped in surprise and the glared at Kurt who simply glared back. The Dean clapped his hands loudly again catching Kurt and Finn's attention.
"Well, how about you drop off your stuff and go take a look around campus while your parents and I talk." He said.
"Good idea," Burt said and then turned to Finn, "Finn? Can you get the rest of Kurt's things out of the car?"
Finn looked like he was going to protest but he saw Kurt, whose eyes were pleading for him to not make a scene. Finn sighed, nodded and took the keys from Burt's out stretched hands. Burt turned to Kurt now.
"I'm letting you go on your own because you need to get used to being on your own again. If you have an attack you inhaler is in the pocket in you sling, don't forget that. Ok?" Kurt nodded, "Good, be safe and call any of us if you need to."
Kurt nodded once again; Burt patted his shoulder lightly before leaving the room. Kurt sighed and hobbled to the door with one last look at Liam, who was mumbling to himself and scribbling down more on the notepad, Kurt was out the door.
Kurt was lost, completely and utterly lost. The halls seemed to be closing in on him. Every noise became a memory, a threatening sound. His chest was tightening painfully, his muscles were contracting.
"Pull it together, Hummel, your safe here." Kurt muttered to himself.
Kurt couldn't calm down, he could hear the blood rushing through his ears, he could feel his heart pounding in his head, and his lining of his throat sticking together with each swallow.
"He's not here, he's not-AHH!" Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs as he was plowed into. The body flailed as it grabbed hold of Kurt's shirt, to keep him from flying forward, and pulled him into its chest. The point of no return, Kurt was having a panic attack. He was gasping violently for air, his stomach contorted; Kurt violently pushed the body and fell to the ground. Helpless tear flooded down his cheeks.
"Whoa! Are you ok? You need to calm down, what can I do to help?" The body- boy, it was a boy- called in panic. Though tears Kurt could make out blonde hair and chocolate eyes.
"In-Inhaler-"Kurt gasped and then coughed violently.
"Where is it?" the boy asked quickly.
"In…sling…pocket…" Kurt forced out. He felt hands quickly and gently roaming around the sling. There was a shout of triumph when the boy found the purple inhaler.
"Here," the boy said as he pressed the inhaler to Kurt's lips and pressed the button that released the medicine. Kurt took it and his lungs rapidly went to work opening up. Gasping for the newly allowed air, Kurt wiped his eyes. Kurt looked at the boy who helped him, his eyes were wide in shock and his mouth was open.
"I-I'm sorry…" Kurt trailed off, embarrassment flooding him. He looked away from the blonde.
"Hey, there's no need to be sorry. If I wouldn't have been late and not paying attention I wouldn't have ran into you and gave you such a fright. By the way, are you ok?" the boy asked as he helped Kurt to his feet.
"Yeah, yeah, m'fine, thanks." Kurt mumbled and smiled slightly when he saw the huge smile on the blonde's face.
"Good, I'm Jeff, by the way, Jeff Sterling." The blonde, Jeff, out stretched his hand.
Kurt took it and shook it firmly. Jeff's eyes widened. "Shit! I'm even later than I was earlier!"
"I'm sorry for making you late." Kurt apologized.
"It's no problem but I get to go!" The boy started down the hall but stopped and turned, "Wait, are you new here?"
"Yeah, I just arrived today-"Kurt started.
"Fantastic! You must come with me!" Jeff said excitedly.
"To where exactly?" Kurt asked suspiciously
"To the Warbler impromptu performance, of course!" Jeff was bouncing with excitement now.
"Wait, glee club is cool here?" Kurt asked in disbelief.
"The Warblers are like rock stars! Come on!" Jeff threw his arms enthusiastically into the air. He started to run, and Kurt hobbled along as fast as he could. Jeff turned to see Kurt much farther behind him. "I have an idea, but you're going to have to trust me."
"Well you did save my life so lay in on me." Kurt said breathlessly. Jeff ran to in front of Kurt and bent down, Kurt blushed wildly.
"Ok, hop on!"
"I'm not comfortab-"Kurt started.
"Oh come on Kurt. I've done this with a 200 pound child before. You're perfectly safe." Jeff reassured. Kurt slowly climbed on his back and Jeff took off down the corridors. Soon the halls started to get more and more crowded. Kurt started to expect that Jeff is normally like this considering the students just smiled and laughed lightly as they passed. Jeff cursed under his breath. They quickly approached two large mahogany doors. Jeff kicked them open with one of his feet just as the song started. The whole room jumped and turned to the door. Jeff was panting as he set down a blushing Kurt. He gave Kurt his crutch back, patted him on his shoulder and joined the group with harmonizing. Kurt was still looking at the floor, out of the corner of his eyes he saw someone step forward.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Kurt's head immediately snapped up, the voice was beautiful. The lead vocalist was beautiful; he has dark hair that was gelled down to his head. Poor hair, Kurt innerly cringed at the sight.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times
But somehow I want more
The boys golden eyes shown as he sung, and his passionate eyes were fixed on Kurt. Kurt blushed and looked at his feet quickly, smiling to himself.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
When Kurt looked back up the boy was looking else where but still in Kurt's general direction. He's just disgusted by my appearance,a voice in Kurt's head snapped at him making him frown.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
When the boy returned his gaze to Kurt his large smile faded slightly when he saw Kurt's frown. Kurt made his lips curve up a little and he saw the singers lips follow. Maybe he's just happy he's making an unfortunate soul happy.The voice scolded him.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You come anytime you want
When Kurt looked up again the first thing he saw were perfect white teeth. Kurt jumped back a bit in surprise, like normal his lungs tightened a smidge but they relaxed when he found out it was just the singer.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
The boy danced around Kurt. Kurt laughed a little at the spunk in the shorter boy. When Kurt laughed the boy beamed as if he accomplished what he wanted. He did a little turn and returned to the circle of boys in the center of the room.
I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls, yeah
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
The other boys broke up into different parts. Kurt was in awe at the perfect harmony. The New Directions will defiantly lose to them, he was actually regretting not spying on them like Puck requested.
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
(Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
And she will be loved
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
(I don't mind spending every day)
(Out on your corner in the pouring rain)
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
The song finally came to an end and the room burst into cheers. Kurt looked up to see the bouncing blonde bounded toward the still applauding Kurt.
"That was amazing Jeff!" Kurt praised.
"Thanks-hey, I never asked your name." Jeff stated.
"Kurt, Kurt Hummel." He said with a smile, Kurt felt happier than he had in a long time.
"Well then Kurt I want you to come meet the gang, come on!" Jeff shouted and took Kurt's good hand and dragged him toward the circle of buzzing boys. "Guys, guy, guys!"
The whole group got quiet and stared at them. Kurt shrunk away from the group nervously. Jeff noticed him nervousness and squeezed Kurt's hand reassuringly.
"This-"Jeff gestured grandly at Kurt, "-is Kurt Hummel."
Kurt waved timidly at the group of gaping Warblers.
"What happened to you?" a brunette asked suddenly. Kurt's small smile dropped and his eyes widened. The singer from earlier elbowed the brunette in the arm, "Ow! What the hell, Blaine?"
"Don't' be a dick, Nick. That's a very personal question." The singer, Blaine, snapped and gave Kurt an apologetic smile. Kurt felt his insides flutter.
"As you've just met, the dicky brunette is my best friend Nick Duval. Trust me he grows on you." Jeff introduced Nick who muttered an apology as he rubbed his arm, "And then there's Wesley Montgomery."
"Call me Wes," the Asian greeted.
"And this is Thad Jenkins," Jeff pointed to a reserved boy who just smiled at Kurt.
"And the charming, dapper, helmet-haired boy next to him is Blaine Anderson." Jeff pointed to Blaine who scoffed.
"I resent that!" Blaine whined making the group laugh.
"Face it Blaine, your hair is very helmet like." An African American boy pointed. He then turned to Kurt, "Hey I'm David Thompson."
Kurt's smile faded, the name floated around in his brain. It ricocheted off his skill.
David, David, David…
Kurt's eyes widened, his throat closed up, and he practically stopped breathing. He heard the fowl words that Karofsky, David Karofsky, used against him rush through his ears.
"Kurt? Kurt!"
Kurt jumped back when he realized there was a hand on his shoulder. Kurt looked up to see the rest of the group staring at him with worried looks. David had retracted his hand and Jeff had his on Kurt's shoulder.
"You ok? Do you need your inhaler?" Jeff asked quickly.
"No, no, I-I'm fine. I just spaced off." Kurt reassured.
"Spaced off? Spaced off! Kurt! You freaking stopped breathing!" Jeff shouted
"I'm fine, Jeff, honest," Kurt flashed Jeff a small smile. Jeff just nodded unconvinced and backed away. Kurt looked up and realized it was only Jeff, Nick, Thad, Wes, David, Blaine, and himself left in the room.
"Sooo…WES'S ROOM!" Nick shouted. Jeff cheered and the two ran out of the room together.
"Oh no you don't!" Wes shouted running after them with David and Thad trailing behind. It then dawned on Kurt.
He was alone.
With Blaine Anderson.
He looked over at Blaine, who was smiling at him. His stomach flip-flopped.
"You wanna come to Wes's room?" He asked Kurt politely.
"I don't know, I need to unpack and everything…" Kurt trailed off nervously.
"Say no more, I understand. At least let me help you back to your room." Blaine offered. Kurt just nodded. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, "Is it ok if I do this?"
"Y-Yes, that's fine," Kurt mentally cursed his damn stutter.
Blaine squeezed reassuringly and they were off. They didn't talk; Kurt mostly memorized the surroundings so he could start to recognize his way to his dorm room. He slowly started to recognize where they were.
"What room are you in?" Blaine asked suddenly making Kurt jump a bit.
"29," Kurt said simply. Blaine nodded and they continued.
"Kurt!" they heard shout from behind them. They turned to see Finn lumbering toward them. Blaine jumped away when Finn engulfed Kurt in a big hug, lifting him off the floor.
"Finn, you gargantuan ape, we've talked about this! Let me go!" Kurt squeaked.
"Sorry," Finn muttered as he sat Kurt back on the ground. "Mom and Burt told me to go and find you so they could say goodbye before we go and I went to go find you and you were nowhere to be found. So I started to panic and then I saw you and that leads us to now… who's that?"
Finn suddenly changed subject to the confused Blain in the corner.
"Oh, Finn this is Blaine. Blaine this is my stepbrother Finn." Kurt introduced. Finn looked Blaine up and down suspiciously.
"Are you gay?" Finn asked suddenly.
"FINN!" Kurt shrieked his whole face turning red with mortification. Blaine just laughed at the question.
"Yes I am." Blaine chuckled.
"Then I'm watching you, don't hurt my baby brother." Finn stared down intently at Blaine who just looked up at him with an oblivious smile.
"Ok first off, Finn, I'm older than you and second, you need to go." Kurt pushed Finn into his dorm before Finn could even speak again. Kurt sighed, "I'm sorry for him. He's just-"
"Protective?" Blaine offered.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Kurt said. There was a silence, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, "thanks for helping me back here."
"It's no problem, welcome to Dalton!" Blaine called as he walked away. Kurt smiled and entered his room where Carole and Burt were unpacking his things and Finn was laying face down on Kurt's bed. They finished up and Burt walked to Kurt.
"Kurt, no matter what time it is or how silly it is, call me. For anything, you hear?" Burt asked staring sternly. Kurt nodded and Burt's face melted into one of pure love as he reached and pulled his only child into a big hug. Next was Carole.
"The same calls for me sweetie. I hope you have fun here, make new friends, get good grades, et cetera." Carole said into Kurt's ear as she hugged him. She pulled back and kissed his forehead. Finn practically crushed Kurt in his hug.
"Don't forget to call, Dude. I'll miss you." Finn said they pulled back and Finn quickly wiped a tear that he was to manly to admit had fallen.
"Goodbye you guys, I'll call you every night." Kurt called as he closed the door. Kurt closed his eyes tight and let a few tears fall. Kurt was brought back to reality when he heard the strum on a guitar and the scratch on pen on paper. Kurt's head snapped up to see Liam in the same position as he left him in. Kurt just stood up straight, wiped a tear away, and walked to his dresser where he pulled out some plaid pj bottoms and a white tee shirt. He walked over to the bathroom door and placed his hand on the door knob.
"I'm, uh, going to take a shower, ok?" When there was no response he proceeded to open it. Suddenly there was a small voice barely even noticeably, it was Liam.
"I may not say much, but when I do I suggest you listen, because I know what you're going through." He said without even looking up from his guitar.
"Pardon?" Kurt asked hoping the boy would repeat himself even thought Kurt knew what he said.
All Kurt got was more mumbling and guitar chords. He sighed and closed the door. Kurt sat his clothes on the counter and started the shower. He pulled a towel out of the small linen closet and hung it on the hook for when he was done showering. Kurt undressed and stared at himself in the mirror.
Tears started to roll down his cheeks, no one will ever want me, I'm damaged good, He thought to himself. He placed a bag over the cast on his right foot and left arm and carefully stepped into the shower. Kurt sighed as the warm water cascaded down his chilled skin. Kurt opened the cap on his imported shampoo and he started to lather it in his hair. He stopped suddenly, he listened closely. A guitar and singing, Liam was singing.
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
His voice faded out after that one verse but of what Kurt did hear it was beautiful. Liam's voice was like a fallen angel, beautiful and tragic. It was odd calling another guy gorgeous yet feeling nothing but sorrow towards them. Kurt knew better than to pity him, if he truly knew what Kurt's been through then he knew that pity will just anger him. And the last thing Kurt wants at a new school is to be ignored the one person who he has to live with.
Kurt quickly finished his shower and got ready for bed. Kurt hoped that when he opened the door Liam would be awake so he could comment on his singing but when he opened the door he was greeted with a pitch dark room.
Kurt turned off the lights of the bathroom and used his phone to guide his way to his bed. He tried his best not to get his crutch caught on anything on the floor. He stumbled a few times before he reached the bed.
Kurt rested his crutch against the wall, took off his sling and got into bed. He plugged in his phone and quickly checked his messaged. All 20 of them were from various New Directioners and family wishing him a good night and good luck tomorrow.
After sending out a mass text thanking them all for their kind words, he shut off his phone and lied down. Kurt burrowed into the blankets and tried to fall asleep.
Aside from the frequent triggers and mysterious roommate, I think I could actually like it here. Kurt thought as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
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