AN: Oh my gosh, I am *so* sorry about the lack of production this summer! Remember way back in June when I promised steady updates and such...? Just totally thrown out the window. Things got hectic in show choir and theater. I also went through a hard period of time when I lost three people very dear to me. It's been tough, but I refuse to back down. I'm a fighter, which is why I sucked it up and picked up my notebook full of new fics and decided to upload them. School is starting next week, so I may or may not be able to update as much as months past. Just a bit about this piece... I was inspired by the general issue of homophobia, which is also brought up on 'Glee' a lot. I was roleplaying on Omegle and I spontaneously just came up with this prompt. It went well, so I decided to take my prompt and make it into my own piece of fanfiction. This will be a longer piece. I don't have a definite end in sight, so hang in there. As always, reviews are appreciated! Also, if you're reading this and wondering why the hell I haven't updated 'Candles' in forever: same reasons as stated above. I should be updating that pretty soon with a few chapters to make up for the extended period of time that I left you guys hanging. So, without further ado, here's 'Bruised'!
~ RandomKiwi
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, PLACES, OR NAMES AFFILIATED WITH 'GLEE'. THEY ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF RIB. (Sadly. .3.)
Kurt Hummel had lived a relatively short life. He'd passed away at the young age of eighteen the night of his high school graduation. He'd arrived at a graduation party looking his absolute best, per usual, but ended the night at the polar opposite of the spectrum. He didn't have a safe, sober drive home at his curfew, one in the morning. Oh, no, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel didn't follow the set of strict rules his father had set on that fateful night in June. He didn't pick up his phone when Burt had called him multiple times, only to be sent directly to voice mail after a long period of dial tones. He neglected to answer his friends' constant and frantic texts. At the scene of his death, his phone was found in the pocket of his skin tight jeans, beeping with over thirty unread messages.
Kurt, where are you? You're missing the fun! – Rach
Ladyface, don't tell me you're sulking in the corner like you did at Quinn's last party. Live a little. Get drunk. You only have one liver. – Satan
Hey there, White Boy. Did you come to the party? I didn't see you. Text back soon, m'kay? – 'Cedes
Kurt, Burt's worried. Please call him. – Finn
Kurt! Where are you!? Hellooo? – Britt :D 3
Dude, you're missing it. We're playing a giant game of spin the bottle. Pretty steamy. ;) – Puck
KUUUUUUUURRRT. ANSWER YOUR PHONE! – Rach
Okay, Kurtie Pie. This is it. Where the hell are you? You're missing your own graduation party. You only get one of those. Get your skinny little ass in here. – Satan
KURT. GET IN HERE. ANSWER. DO SOMETHING. – 'Cedes
I WANT MY DOLPHIN! D': - Britt :D 3
Kurt, where are you? It's past curfew and I've tried calling multiple times. Call me as soon as you get this, son. You're in huge trouble when you get home. - Dad
Of course, this was an act that many teenagers would commit at some point out of pure rebelliousness and desire to 'live a little.' Yes, many of the former McKinley High students attending the party did in fact carry out these actions for those very reasons, but Kurt Elizabeth Hummel…
Well, he wasn't one of them.