Positive by MortalityIsAnExpiryDate

AN: Okay, so I've been fighting with this idea for quite some time now, for months really, and I have decided to go with it, it will not be abandoned like my other fictions.

And to Mike, this one's for you, even though you will probably never read this.

A bit about my version of Kurt:

Okay, so I started writing this and see my version of Kurt as a semi-badboy, I mean, he IS kinda based off of my friend, so actually the only thing similar between my version of Kurt and the Glee version of Kurt is their love for fashion and that they can sing...

So, anyhow, Kurt does (obviously) look like Chris Colfer, but with a few piercings and a tattoo... He has the bottom right side of his lip and his left eyebrow pierced, and he has a tattoo of a pair of angel wings with "Elizabeth" in cursive and her date of birth and death on his left hip bone.

Chapter One:

Kurt woke up just before his alarm went off, fumbling for his bottle of AZT, it was 7:25, in five minutes he would have to take it, just like he has for the past 16 years, every day, twice a day, at 7:30. He hated this, hated his biological mother for doing this to him, and hated her for being a drug addict, making him positive, thank god she is dead. He was a walking stereotypical gay kid, down to the way he dressed, and of course, the fact that he was HIV-positive. Kurt always knew he was adopted, the fact he looked nothing like his parents proved it, not to mention the fact that Elizabeth Hummel wasn't like him, she wasn't positive, and it wasn't why she died. His alarm went off. He popped the pills in his mouth and grabbed the bottle of water by his bed, took a mouthful and swallowed.

Kurt sighed, taking a look around his room and mentally began picking out his clothes for the day. He pulled on a robe, gathered his bag, and pulled out the papers, put a good sized pinch and started rolling it back and forth; he licked the sticky part and twisted the end. He ran up the stairs, popped in a piece of bread in the toaster, then went out the back door, and dug out his lighter. He also hated the fact that to be able to stomach food he had to roll a joint.

"It's not like it's illegal, it is medicinal." Medicinal marijuana, the only reason he could eat. Everyone at school thought he was a drugged up kid, but it wasn't his fault, weed smelt like weed, and nothing could cover that smell up, he tried everything. No one at school knew, other than Finn, that he was positive.

He heard another alarm go off, Finn. Sure enough, just as he was digging out his roach clip, he heard footsteps go up the stairs, and the door opened, Finn stuck his head out the door, like he always did.

"Hey, do you want me to hit the button on the toaster?"

"Yes Finn" he muttered, and finished the joint.

"Okay, I will!" Finn said happily, and then closed the door. Why Finn was a morning person, Kurt had no idea, morning people should be illegal. He went back inside, entered his room, dug out the outfit he planned on wearing, and then entered the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, and sighed again, at least he didn't have the rash yet. He got dressed, quickly did his skin care routine, and then went upstairs, just as the toaster popped. He was starting to get hungry, finally. Kurt grabbed the toast, then started to dig around for the jar of peanut butter, he couldn't find it.

"Hey Finn, have you seen the peanut butter?" he asked, right before Finn left the house.

"Uhhh, yeah, I finished it off this morning, sorry bro." Finn said sheepishly, "but there is still honey in the cupboard, I'll get Mom to pick up some more PB on the way home."

"Kay, thanks Finn, but don't bother Carole, I need to run over to the pharmacy, so I'll grab some on my way." Kurt replied, finding the honey and popping the lid, spreading some on his toast with a knife, putting the two pieces of bread together, and holding it in his mouth he grabbed a plastic bag to put it in.

"Okay I guess I'll see you at school." Finn said then left, the sound of a car starting was heard moments later.

Kurt grabbed his school bag, shoved in what to everyone else looked like a makeup bag or a pencil case, but in reality held his weed, papers, and pipe, along with a copy of his prescription. He grabbed his keys off the counter, checked his jacket for his phone, iPod, and his cigarettes, pulled out the pack, dug one out, and lit it at the same time as the door shut behind him. He walked to his car, smoke in one hand, and his bag across his shoulders, with a plastic bag with his toast in it in his other hand with his car keys. He put his toast on top of the car to unlock the door, opened the door, took a drag of his smoke, grabbed his toast and put it on the passenger seat, tossed his bag in the backseat, got in, shut the door, and then started the car and rolled down his window. Kurt pulled out of the driveway, ashed his smoke, took a few more drags, and then drove down the street.

Just another fucking Monday, I hate Monday's he thought, then turned on the radio, and drove to school.

End Chapter One

I know, it's short (well, it is short to me, not even 1000 words), but should I keep going?