McKinley High School is just like any other high school: It has its own All Star football team, full of jocks who love humiliating those they would deem inferior to their reign; the cafeteria food that defies all logic and science (try turning your plate upside down on mac and cheese day, guarantee that it defies gravity); and even a club for what the school would call the rejects of society. That club is Glee club. To the members of Glee club, they don't see each other as rejects- rather as a family, one they can always call their own. One member in particular that many turn to is Kurt Hummel.
Now Kurt may seem like an average person, but if his chic fashion sense and flawless hair don't give it away, he is anything from average. No, Kurt like many of the other Glee members is a reject, not because of his looks, but because of his orientation. Kurt Hummel is gay. The life of an open homosexual in a high school setting can be devastating. Everyday a new story is told of another gay kid who committed suicide because of the constant bullying, or of a beating that took place after school leaving a child hospitalized. This doesn't stop Kurt from being who he is. He is not here to please others, but rather please himself. Even though he does not let the bullying and hazing get to him, it does still occur.
SLAM!
Pain flooded through Kurt's side as he fell down from being thrown into a locker. He quickly looks up to see who would do such a thing. His blue eyes make contact with David Karofsky, the biggest and toughest jock in the school. He hated Kurt with every fiber of his being, probably with every particle of matter there is.
"Oh, whoopsie there little fairy, you'd better watch yourself." said Karofsky as he moved down the hall on the count that several teachers had heard the noise of Kurt's body making contact with the lockers.
Kurt pulled himself together, gently massaging his arm and side. His books lay scattered all across the hall from where he had landed. He gathered them quickly, picking up the geometry and history book, before heading off to third period. Just as Kurt was about to enter Spanish, a freshman came up behind him, tapping his shoulder politely.
"Excuse me, but I think you dropped this."
Kurt could not believe his eyes. The freshman before him was beautiful: His dark brown hair was sleeked back and extremely well groomed; his eyes, Kurt could gaze at them forever and never get tired, they were so perfect; and he wore extremely well pressed and trimmed clothing. All of this could only mean one thing: he played for Kurt's team. His heart gave a little flutter.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked the cute freshman.
As though waking from a dream, Kurt shook his head and came back to reality. "Oh, yeah, sorry I guess I was hit harder than I thought." Kurt said sheepishly, trying to hide the fact that he had just been lost in the gorgeousness of this man. He readjusted himself and brought his composure back before accepting the Spanish notebook from the freshman. "Thank you very much. I would've been lost in there without this."
The freshman smiled, Oh what beautiful teeth Kurt thought. "You're quite welcome." he said in a very handsome and secure voice.
As he was turning to leave, Kurt asked, "Are you new here?" desperately trying not to sound squeamish in any way. He wanted to know as much about this man as much as possible- especially his name. Kurt flashed a friendly smile that seemed to bring the freshman back into conversational range.
"Yeah, I just transferred here. I used to go to this all boys boarding school in upstate Ohio. But my dad lost his job and had to come to Lima. And to make a long story short before third period, I now attend a coed public school, as you can clearly tell." He gave a nervous chuckle, giving a not as convincing grin.
"Well, I am certainly glad you attend McKinley…" Kurt held out the last syllable implying, or rather fishing, for a name.
"Oh, sorry, should have introduced myself. My name is B—." But he was cut short by the sound of the final bell. His eyes went big, turned away from Kurt and bolted down the hall. Kurt could faintly make out, "Oh crap! I can't be late! Dad'll kill me!" before he ran out of Kurt's sight.
Kurt did not pay much attention to Mr. Schuester's lecture on conjugation, he was too busy trying to guess the name of the mystery freshman who looked like the reincarnation of a young Jimmy Stewart. The constant thought of this beautiful man and raging hormones coursing through Kurt's body, caused an unpleasant filling of his already tight pants. Kurt looked down and was extremely embarrassed. With quick thinking he took off his over the shoulder sweater and placed it on his lap, hiding the increasing and annoying bulge. Okay Kurt, calm down. Just think of nuns, or girls, or anything. You don't need anything else for people to laugh at or to make fun of. With those thoughts he calmed down and relaxed just in time for the bell to ring.
He left Spanish class with the sweater tied around his waist. Kurt had another 3 hours before he could even think of taking care of that. But how could this have happened? He doesn't even the boy's name. Kurt Hummel did his best to not think of the young man he had met earlier, which was fairly easy as he was slushied by the football team which kind of put everything on ice: the boy, his raging hormones, and what outfit he would wear tomorrow.
The dye burned his eyes and stained his sweater. Kurt ran to the bathroom, flushed his eyes with water and tried his hardest to get out the stain. Luckily, he came prepared for such situations as they occurred on a regular basis: A Tide-to-go pen. After he finished cleaning his, beyond repair sweater, Kurt looked at himself in the mirror and began to cry. He hated this school, all of the bullying that went on- unchecked, unreported- it made him sick. Kurt lived in fear of Karofsky, of the jocks who followed their leader, and of the people who did nothing to prevent it. He dried his eyes collected his things and proceeded to the choir room; the only safe haven he knew. Little did he know that in his haste to get away from the cruelty of the school, he had left his sweater lying on the sink.
A stall door opened and a figure emerged. The figure moved over to the sink where the sweater was drying. He picked it up and held it close. "My name is Blaine." he said softly to himself before taking the sweater and exiting the bathroom.