Kurt Hummel was special right from birth, he had always been special, the second boy in the history of Ohio born with a boy pussy. The moment Elizabeth held her son in her arms she fell in love, she was in love all over again. The baby in her arms was now her world and she would protect him with her life.
She smiled down at the crying baby in her arms through tired eyes. "Kurt" she looked up to Burt who stood beside her before. Smiling down at the most important people in his life, he adjusted his baseball hat trying to tuck the unruly blonde hair away.
"I have a son" Burt repeated to himself unsure, Kurt was special because he was a boy with a pussy, he will never have breast and though he could carry a child, he could impregnate a girl. "It would be a lesser evil to dress him like a girl, to save him from discrimination"
"I will not dressing my son dress like a woman because the law thinks of him as a woman. All that will serve to do is confuse him Burt." Elizabeth frowned. "If he chooses to dress effeminate later on I wont stop him"
"People won't like this Lizzy" Burt said. "Whatever you feel is best, I am behind you 100%"
Elizabeth looked up from the child she rocked in her arms to Burt and smiled brightly.
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15 years later
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In every society there are the rich, poor, weak and strong. Strong being the Jocks and Cheerios that were at the top of the food chain.
Weak being the glee clubbers, nerds and geeks. They were the bottom of the food chain.
Kurt Hummel with his perfect hair and blue green eyes was at the top, he was a cheerio and part of the unholy four, Popular and respected. Kurt wore the cheerio uniform most days switching between a skirt and pants depending on his mood.
"Nick has been looking this way since Lunch began Kurt" Quinn commented.
"Really? How nice for him." Kurt replied.
"His parents have good money and he has an eight pac, he is part of the football team and I hear he is packing" Quinn said added.
Kurt rolled his eyes when Quinn pointed to the stupid jocks table. "If you think Nick is so hot you ask him out" Kurt glared at his salad when Quinn glared at him. The table fell silent and 8 pairs of eyes stared at him like he had grown a second head. Quinn let out a chuckle before getting serious, her expression showing no amusement.
"Kurt you are a cheerio, and part of the chastity club, we standards to uphold you know? You need a boyfriend. All cheerios' have one, its an unwritten rule, we tease the bottom grabbers but showing said boyfriends off and letting them know what they cannot have." Quinn said as she took a sip of her protein shake. "I like you Kurt, I do. You don't want to upset me, do you? I built you up and I can destroy you"
"The boys in this school are all gross and you are dating the only cute Jocks in school." Kurt rolled his eyes as his eyes moved from Finn to Puck. Quinn was fucking them both, Finn her main Bae while Puck was a side dish. Finn was completely clueless about Quinn's promiscuous ways. Nick was a meat head like the rest of his friends on his table.
"Well either get one soon or you are off the team. I need my best gay, sexy and your whole prude virgin routine wont win nationals any longer." Quinn turned from Kurt to Santana to Britney. "Britt Artie is not a good look for the team, Santana please try to shut your legs for at least one guy in this dump, don't need a Cheerio every guy has tasted."
"Oh? Do we need a fucking two timing hoe as a cheer captain then?" Santana snapped back. The whole team sat on the table and only Santana ever had the balls to stand up to Quinn.
"Being cute only carries you so far, as for you Kurt I give you two weeks till the dance to bag a hot boyfriend. I have a reputation to protect."
"Whatever" Kurt said as he stood up ditching his food to leave. He hated the cheerleading squad so much but it was better to get shit from Quinn rather than the meatheads on the football team.
"Hey Kurt" Kurt sighed, he turned to stare at Karofsky who held flowers in hand. Kurt's lips thinned into a line as a sigh left his lips, Kurt choose to ignore the male and move on to his locker. "Kurt, I am sorry. How much more do I have to apologise?"
"Thank you for the flowers you no doubt beat out of some unsuspecting kid, I have however told you that I will never date you. Bye David" Kurt said as he searched his locker for his textbook.
"I have the receipt for the flowers" Karofsky defended-" David was cut off. When Kurt walked away from him, the fat bastard thought after making his life hell for a year an apology will cut it.
"Kurt, my boy" Puck smirked. When Kurt sat beside him for science, they have been science partners since middle school. "You know Puckzilla can help you unwind, Puckzilla has eaten many pussies but not a boy pussy" Puck had a smoking hot body and though he made out with Puck last year and let the jock finger him. He was not about to cross Quinn by fucking her fuck boy.
"Keep dreaming Noah, perhaps when Quinn is done sitting on your face you can wake up and see it will never happen." Kurt rolled his eyes and opened his textbook.
"You know this is the only class I attend. I attend early too for the few minutes alone with you." Puck winked as he placed a hand on Kurt's thigh. "Just let me eat your pussy"
"What? Quinn not putting out?" Kurt asked, He lifted Puck's hand off my thigh and placed on the table. Puck smirked when he noted Kurt's eyes dropped to Puckzilla jnr. Currently forming a large tent in his pants. Kurt felt his pussy get wet but refused to be moved.
"10 minutes and-" Puck was cut off by the teacher entering class with students filing in. "After school?"
"So you can brag about popping my cherry? How about, No I'd rather not die from an std" Kurt glared at Puck.
"Its always the bitchy ones hot in bed, Princess come on you know you want me to eat you out and finger you open." Puck said.
"But then Quinn would kick me off the squad." Kurt glared at Puck.
"I wont tell a soul" Puck swore.
"Like you wouldn't tell a soul that I sucked your dick or let you eat me out and finger me open?" Kurt remembered that within 10 minutes the whole school knew Kurt sucked off Noah. His face turned bright red.
"Fine then, be a prude. There are others much more willing to ride mount Enorpuck, you are not so special Hummel." Puck grumbled.
"and yet you beg for it every day." Kurt smirked.
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Blaine sighed as he watched Kurt stand up and leave the cafeteria. He desperately wanted to break into song and serenade Kurt on how he felt but he knew he would be turned down.
"you know crushing on Kurt is a waste of time B. Popular kids only date popular kids." Rachel said with a bitter tone as she glanced at Finn.
"I cant help it Rach, he is georgeous I would give anything to make him notice me. Not as Blaine the nerdy glee loser but as Blaine boyfriend material" Blaine smiled sadly.
"You have it bad for him, You know Cheerios only date footballers." Rachel reminded. Blaine sighed, he was after all an expert boxer wondered if he should try out for football.
"Really? You are like fun sized and you want to go against guys like Azimo?" Rachel clearified. "all because you want in Kurt's pants."
"So what? Anyway it is just tryouts, not like am on the team already. What harm can it possibly do?" Blaine asked, Rachel sighed. Mike, Artie, Sam and Mercedes sighed looked at Rachel, she shook her haead.
"If you slushy me I will never forgive you." Rachel said with a smile. " I hope you get picked."
At the ring of the bell Blaine rushed to science. Sadly he never got picked to be Kurt's partner, he could not help by admire Kurt's figure. What he would give to be able to hold Kurt's hand, at this point Blaine was afraid he could trade his soul.
He glared at Puck who sat beside Kurt, flirting. It pissed him off, the meat head did not deserve Kurt. Only he deserved Kurt, everyone else was shit and undeserving.
Blaine would leave his pocket protector way, change to contacts and stop with his bowtie obsession if it meant Kurt would be by his side.
Blaine sighed when his mind was flooded with thoughts of he and Kurt holding hands. "Hey Blaine" Blaine was woken from his thoughts by his partner Joe, much like Blaine wore glasses. He had a pocket protection and wore button up with his jeans pulled way too up.
"Hey Joe" Blaine sighed.
"Are you ready to go crazy?" Joe partly yelled, Puck turned back to look at them.
"Really dude? Congratulations are in order, you won you and you butt buddy an ass kicking after class." Puck glared at them.
"Leave them be Puck, the have done nothing wrong. " Kurt spoke up, Puck glared at Joe but remained silent. Thanks to Joe Kurt noticed me, not exactly the kind of attention I wanted though.
"Dude, Puck is going to kick our ass" Joe whispered when he sat down. His hand shook in fear, he could barely pay attention.
"Babe so you gonna wear a skirt tomorrow?" Puck asked. "I would totally love it if you did."
"If you leave them alone and don't kick their ass I might" Kurt replied.
"Fine, I wont kick their ass today as long as you wear a skirt tomorrow." Puck smirked. "See babe, I listen to you"
Blaine hated Puck, not only did the bastard constantly throw him in the trash, rumour had it he had fingered Kurt and received a blowjob from the beautiful boy.
"Right, Like how I told you not to fuck Quinn and you did?" Kurt frowned.
"Dude, she is the hottest bitch in this dead beat school. I mean you are smoking hot and definitely if I want to settle down worthy but she is the thing wet dreams are made of" Puck smirked when Kurt pulled a face. "Besides Puckzilla cannot be tamed, you want a piece of the Puckerman sweet cream? You have to be prepared to share."
"Delightful." Kurt's voice dripped with sarcasm and venom.
Blaine glared at Puck, If Kurt had given him a chance he would definitely for any other bitch in the school. If he made the cut, Kurt could be his bae.
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Team try outs were packed with bigger guys that could no doubt eat Blaine for breakfast. In height and weight they clearly bested him but as he looked across the field to Kurt doing back flips, he couldn't let the chance pass by him.
Coach wore a white polo shirt with dark blue shorts, he tucked in the shirt. His stomach was big so it covered the belt he wore. A whistle was tied to a rope and was around the fat tall man's neck.
Coach stare at Blaine when he lined up with the others, he rose a brow before rolling his eyes and not saying a word. Sam and Mike were part of glee and the team stared at Blaine from the bench, they had tried to talk him out of it but he would not be moved.
It got to his turn, "Blan? BLAN ITS YOUR TURN" Coach yelled. He was trying out to be the team kicker. Everything he wanted could be made or broken with this one kick. It would determine if he would ever have a chance with Kurt or not.
The egg was placed on the stand ready for him to show what he could do. Coach had made him go last, probably under estimating what Blaine was capable of. Blaine felt a nervous sweat begin and he was getting soaked, he was scared. Coach blew the whistle as he held up his clip board and a pen.
Blaine's eyes travelled across the field to Kurt who was currently at the second level of the human pyramid. Quinn on top as usual, he looked beautiful and Blaine needed to see Kurt in his element more.
"Blan sometime today, some of us got stuff to do" Coach growled. He blew the whistle again, Blaine was ready he was Channelling all his power to a kick he ran forward and kicked the ball, it landed further than any other's kick.
Coach was shocked, his whistle fell from his lips. "Boys we have a Kicker!" Blaine's eyes went wide, he ignored the groans and comments on how much of a loser he was. He was on the team and he has a shot with Kurt Hummel.
He felt happy as he adjusted his glasses and smiled. Kurt Hummel was staring at him with an unreadable expression before he walked away along side Quinn, Brittany and Santana. Kurt was part of the highest of the highest, the unholy four.
One step closer to his goal, marry Kurt Hummel and make him his house husband to raise the kids while Blaine would be a successful Lawyer like all the men in his family.
"Congrats short stack, pick up your letter man Jacket at the end of practise" Coach added with a smirk.
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