Disclaimer: I do not own "Glee."

Author's note: This idea popped into my head when I was thinking about a monologue a friend of mine did once.

"Why did you do it?" the doctor asked in a calm voice. "Why?" Kurt replied in a monotone. "I think you know." He added snidely. He was in a white room. There was a large mirror on the wall. He knew he was being observed from the other side. The sixteen year old boy was paler than usual. And thinner, too. He wore a white gown, like at a hospital. But he wasn't in a hospital. Well technically, he was. But it wasn't a regular hospital. Not like the one his mother had been in for so many weeks. No. It was a mental hospital. Why was Kurt there, you ask? He snapped. He was tired of being pushed around, beat up, taunted mercilessly. So he killed them. He killed all of them. Anyone who had ever hurt him. And he wasn't sorry. Not at all. They had deserved it. Every single one of them.

"No Kurt, I don't." the doctor countered. "Please tell me." The doctor requested, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. Kurt rolled his eyes. He was tired of telling the same old story over and over. "Fine. I'll tell you." He said, still in a monotone. "Have you ever been teased Dr…" he squinted at the doctor's nametag. "Dr. White?" Dr. White nodded. "Hasn't everyone?" Kurt snorted. "Of course not. Normal people don't. It's the freaks that do." He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Dr. White scribbled something on his paper. "Are you saying you're a freak Kurt?" he questioned. "Yes." Kurt stated flatly. "And just what makes you a freak?" Dr. White prodded. "I like guys. Or at least I did, when I actually had emotion." Dr. White scribbled some more. "So you're gay." He remarked. "Was. I was gay. When I could feel." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Most people weren't okay with that. I was beaten. Raped. Ridiculed. My father received an anonymous phone call saying that his son was a fag. That just broke his heart." Kurt took a deep breath and continued. "Pee balloons were thrown at me. All of my lawn furniture was nailed to my roof. Everyday I was thrown into the dumpster. But I never fought back. And you know why? I thought I was superior to them. I thought that one day, they would all work for me. That I would make something of myself." Kurt scoffed at the thought. "But I was just another Lima Loser. I knew that my talent, my style, and my witty sarcasm would never amount to anything. So I had to do something. Something that I would be remembered for. I wanted the name 'Kurt Hummel' to send chills up people's spines." Kurt lowered his voice. "I knew I had to kill. Not just one person. Oh no. I had to kill everyone who had ever hurt me. I had to make sure no one ever messed with the Hummels again." Dr. White wrote for a few seconds before looking up at Kurt. "Will you tell me how it happened?" Dr. White asked. "Oh yes. What a wonderful bedtime story it is…"