AN/: Woop woop. Following chapters are going to be longer, I swear. I just needed somewhere to start this story off. I obviously do not own Glee or any of the characters being used. All rights go to Ryan Murphy. ty friends, enjoy. I'll most likely upload the next chapter either next week or the week after.
There I was, visibly shaking with my back up against a wall as a shorter man's figure bared down on me. I felt frozen, and I was pretty sure my the tips of my fingers had gone numb about five minutes ago. It was funny in a way, because as I was listening to my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend go on and on about how I was "unfaithful" and "uncaring", part of me wanted to deny everything he was saying and start screaming at him.
But, then there was that other part of me, the part that kept reminding me that everything that came out of Blaine's mouth was the truth. You know, there was something about seeming so vulnerable right now that really put me off. The feeling was terrible. Remember getting scolded in elementary, those times when your teacher would call you out and raise her voice at you, when you were so innocent to actually give a damn?
That is exactly how I feel right now. I could only think of one word as I stared straight into Blaine's eyes, trying (and failing) to show assertiveness, and that was 'How?'. How did things get like this
And then another thought crowded my mind, 'It was always this way, don't bother lying to yourself.' I...-well, my self conscious- was right. But, this time, I had a feeling this was it for us. We were burning out quickly and there was no way I could say or do anything to save us this time. There were no more lies for me to tell, to hold us together for just a bit longer.
How all of this started is a pretty long story. One I'm willing to tell, though. My name's Kurt Hummel. I go to the prison we call William McKinley high, and I'm a senior there. I'm also a skank. I wasn't always a skank, though, so cut me some slack.
I used to be this innocent porcelain-faced, baby doll that everyone loved to step over. Thankfully, that's not who I am anymore- Not even close. Same face, but more piercings and eyeliner, and we can't forget the purple streak running across the coiffed part of my hair. You're probably wondering how this all happened.
Well, I'm not about to share all of that information with a complete stranger. I will tell you this though. Bullying, Crushes, and Complete ignorance. I guess you might use the words "Troubled" or "Damaged" when describing me, and you'd be right. But, some people like to get creative with their nicknames for me, like "slut", and a popular one used to be "faggot".Whatever. In my eyes, it's better to be a nobody than a target. Anyways, onto the fucking story of how my fairytale life began.
Once upon a time...