Kurt Hummel never liked to worry his father about anything. Whenever some of the jocks hurt him, he usually kept it to himself. He did love his father, very much so but there was just something about him. Yes, he could be open to his father about who he was as he knew before Kurt that he was gay. There were many things that his father couldn't know though, like how Kurt was really treated at school.
After his brief time on the football team and the whole "Single Ladies" fiasco, there had been a slight change in the way the jocks had been treating him. Usually they had only threatened him and called him names like fag. Worst thing they did was throw him in the dumpster and that was mainly because of a certain someone, Noah Puckerman. Once Puck joined glee though and became acquaintances with Kurt the dumpster toss slowly stopped. It was going fine for Kurt, until he ruined it with that stupid "Single Ladies". "Why must you be such an idiot?" he asked himself.
Standing in front of the mirror, Kurt was applying make up to his milky skin. Just looking at himself in the mirror sickened him but he knew he had to do it. There were dark purple bruises in various spots around his neck as well as dark bruises around his eye and a slightly cut lip. The cut lip had healed over the few days since it was done but the bruises still hurt like hell as he applied any pressure to them. Though, he knew if he left then uncovered people would spot them and ask questions. It was just foundation that Kurt was putting on his skin and he felt bad doing it. The worst damage was under his shirt which was a good thing for Kurt as it meant no one was able to see it. The dark bruises were larger in his sides from where he had been kicked aggressively countless times. They would eventually heal so Kurt didn't really worry about it.
"Calm down Kurt" he muttered as he noticed how shaky his hands were getting. "You don't want to mess it up again" he told his reflection with a little chuckle, trying to make himself feel better. "Remember, one of these days they'll be working for you. You'll be in control and they'll regret laying a hand on you." It was a false idea, he knew that but it was fun to pretend. After five more minutes of fixing his makeup and hair, he was finally ready for school. Looking at his watch he realised he had spend over an hour in the bathroom. Even for him that was too long. Running out of the bathroom he grabbed his sachet and ran out the door only to bump into his father.
"Hey, you still here?" his father asked as if he was a little bit surprised. Kurt was even more surprised at his father but didn't show it.
"No dad, I'm at school. This is just one of my clones that just spends the day around the house" he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. His father chuckled a little at that, making Kurt smile again. "I just kind of slept in this morning or something. Wasn't aware of the time but if I hurry I won't be late" he added. It was very rare for his father to be at home or even awake so early in the morning.
"Well, I've got a late shift today. Doesn't start for three more hours. Want a lift?" Burt offered. It had been three years since Burt last drove him to school. At first he simply walked and he continued to walk until his father got him the new car. Then when he took it away Kurt went back to walking. It was good exercise anyway.
"Sure, I don't want to be late" Kurt replied quickly. He was followed by his father to his car and got in on the passengers side. Burt sat next to Kurt and started the engine. They drove for a few seconds until Kurt noticed his father was looking at him funny, as if he noticed something.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"Are you wearing make up?" Burt asked nervously. Biting his lip, Kurt nodded as he looked out the window. He really hoped his father wouldn't notice. As he heard a bit of a moan, Kurt wasn't looking forward to the remainder of the lift. "Is it a boy?" Kurt thought about it for a second.
"Well, kind of" he muttered back awkwardly. He never liked to lie to his father and technically, it wasn't lying. Plus, he knew that if he said it was a boy then his father wouldn't ask more questions. At least, not straight away.
"Well, I don't think you should put so much on. I didn't like it when a girl did that. So, cut down a little at least" Kurt chuckled a little at his fathers response to his son wearing make up.
"Thanks dad, I'll keep that in mind." After another minute or so they had arrived at school. Kurt was about to get out before his father stopped him.
"Wait, here's thirty bucks" Burt said, taking the money out of his wallet and over to Kurt. Staring at the money Kurt raised his eyebrow at his father.
"What for?" he asked cautiously. Since Kurt accidentally spent $700 on shoes and accessories his father had been wary on handing money over to Kurt. Even though he did love to spoil his son, Burts business wasn't doing as well to keep up with Kurts list of demands.
"For dinner tonight. I'll be working late" Burt replied casually. "Spend it on take away or something like that." Kurt dropped his jaw, which did hurt slightly, in disbelief.
"Spend it on takeaway?" he repeated offended,. Burt closed his eyes for a second. He completely forgot about his sons hatred towards fast food.
"I said or something. Don't worry, I wasn't trying to ruin your figure" he muttered uncomfortably. It made Kurt smile again slightly. "Just as long as you don't spend it on a new hat or some crap like that"
"Don't worry, I'll try not to" Kurt promised honestly. Burt smiled a little and gave him a nod. "I guess I should get out" Kurt said as looked at the clock. "Class starts in a minute"
"Yeah, see ya" Burt replied as his son got out of the car and walked into the school. It was a very good day for Burt Hummel. He really had to start spending more time with Kurt.
Most of the day went rather uneventful for Kurt. He had to do an oral presentation for English which he found rather easy and found out they had auditions for a new play in drama. Of course, he was going to audition for that so he had to start practicing. Besides Glee, Drama was one of the main highlights for his time in school. He wasn't as good as he was for glee but he was pretty good, if he did say so himself. Funnily enough, his father didn't care as much when Kurt wanted to do drama compared to glee. Kurt had been meaning to ask him about that. The only interesting part of his day was the last subject before he was able to get home.
There was only one subject Kurt was failing in but he was failing terribly. It was maths. All the numbers and formulas went in one ear and out the other. No matter what they say, half the stuff they teach there is not usable in real life. During maths he usually zoned out. Maybe if payed in attention in that class he would actually pass. Instead, he spent the lesson doodling in his book and daydreaming about Finn. As usual, he saw him making out with Quinn. He wondered what the lips tasted like and his guess was strawberry. Strawberry or mint.
"Mr. Hummel" Mr. Quantas, his teacher called out, making Kurt jump slightly as he regained attention. All eyes were on him again. Not only was maths the only class he was bad in, it was the only one he didn't have friends in. The closest he had was Brittany who he sort of got along with. It was just that they never really spoke to one another. Most of his class consisted of the jocks, including Karofsky and Azimio.
"I'm sorry, what?" he asked the balding teacher. Mr. Quantas seemed to be only 34 but he already looked like a 62 year old. It was the lack of grooming which caused him to look like that and it disgusted Kurt.
"Your test" Mr. Quantas must have repeated loudly, waving a piece of paper which was presumably Kurt test. Kurt sighed as he knew he did terrible on the test they did the week earlier.
"Well, why don't you just put it on my desk?" he asked but he knew the answer. Sometimes Kurt really did think Mr. Quantas was out to get him. Not by the way he marked his work of course; Kurt knew his answers were wrong. It was just the attitude he had while talking to Kurt. He was just singled out for most things. After receiving a death glare from his teacher, Kurt got up to get it. Grabbing the piece of paper, he looked at his test. "8%. Not bad" Kurt stated sarcastically as he sat back down. He was the worst in the class, even Brittany was getting higher then her.
"Wow Hummel, you really do suck" Karofsky stated after he finished laughing. "And not just with dudes" Kurt rolled his eyes and decided not to reply to that so he went back to thinking about Finn. It was like a hobby of him.
"Stop looking like that" Mr. Quantas almost shouted at Kurt. "That's your problem Mr. Hummel. You don't listen. You're easily distracted"
"He's thinking of another guy Mr. Quantas" Azimio said with a sneer. "He's a fag, that's all they think about" Kurt bit his lip and tried to be quiet but he just couldn't stop himself.
"Azimio, why don't you just shut the fuck up?" he asked. "I get it, I'm gay. I actually care about what I look like. Just because I actually show who I am doesn't mean I'm any less then a man you are"
"No, your delicateness does that for you, you freak" Karofsky growled back. Kurt opened his mouth to fight back but was quickly stopped by Mr. Quantas. So, he had to keep shut for the rest of the lesson. He was lucky not to get into detention but Kurt didn't really care. Once class was finished, Kurt started to pack up and got up. He was a little surprised that the two jocks weren't there but he decided not to question it. Just take it as a good thing. Before he left the room though Brittany walked up to him.
"You going to show your dad the test tonight?" Brittany asked. They were meant to get their parents to sign their tests each time they get it back. Burt never liked signing Kurts math tests as they always had a talk about it.
"No, dad's at work. He'll be there all night" Kurt answered as they continued to walk out the school. "I'll get him to sign it tomorrow before I get to school"
"You sure you're going to be ok?" Brittany asked. "When no one looks after me I get hurt and stuff" she added absentmindedly. The thought of Brittany hurting herself by accident didn't shock Kurt.
"Brits, I've been raising myself since I was eight basically. If I was able to do it back then I'm pretty sure I can do it now" Kurt responded with another chuckle.
"Oh, ok. See you then" she waved and walked off to meet with another bunch of cheerios as they headed off. Brittany was a sweet girl when she was by herself but she was just easily manipulated into doing things. He must talk to her about that. Taking out his ipod, Kurt started playing the soundtrack to Wicked as he walked home. Little did he know he was being followed.