WMHS: THE TYRANT OF MY HEART

"Sometimes you've wronged someone who has so much innocence within them, you feel like you want to die." You see a school like any school. Look closer. You see a boy who's hardly there. Look closer. Jocks. Cheerleaders. Geeks. Love. Look closer...

I

~ Lima ~

Heard you're new in town,
Want someone to show you round,
Well no one knows this place just quite like me...

Kurt Hummel gingerly stepped out of his father's SUV onto the drive below and stared up at his new five thousand, seven hundred and twenty six square foot single family home. He had traveled all the way with his father, Burt, from Columbus where he had been born and raised to the new city of Lima where they would be living from now on. Burt had recently inherited his father's garage in the center of town after he had passed away a month ago and was set to reopen the joint once they had moved and settled into their new house.

Normally, the Hummel's wouldn't have been able to afford such a beautiful place, which stood proudly in front of them in all its glory, but considering Hummel Tire and Lube had been rather lucrative in the past, coupled with Kurt's grandfather having been extremely generous with his will, they had been given the chance to live in a good looking house rather than a large apartment in the capital.

415 Whitman Avenue resembled, from the outside, like the traditional American two story house with its highly symmetrical white walls, multi-paned windows evenly balanced on either side of the central door with a grey tiled roof and liver shaped swimming pool in the backyard. It boasted five bedrooms, six bathrooms and what he assumed to have been bought much to his horror for one million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

He had questioned if Burt had gone a little overboard with the spending, after Kurt had taken it upon himself to curiously research into the property's features and financial worth, but he'd only been dismissed once his father had claimed that the house had in fact not been purchased, but had been rather deemed to them in the will. Didn't know grandpa was this loaded, thought Kurt as he opened the white picket fence gate at the front and made his way to the navy blue front door via the brick path, which seemed to slightly weave itself through the front lawn. Didn't know he also was this conservative when it came to the good old architecture.

"Okay Kurt you can give yourself a little tour if you want," offered Burt as he unlocked the front door to reveal the foyer. Kurt's eyes were peeled open as he took in every single detail and as he wondered further into the entrance hall, Burt shut the door behind them. "I used to come here sometimes when I was a kid so I know the place pretty well. As well as the bedrooms and bathrooms there will be the living room, dining room, kitchen, study, recreation room, basement which is also funnily enough one of the bedrooms and bathrooms so you might want to check that out, there will be several closets and rest rooms scattered around the place and... I feel like I've forgotten something... what have I left out... oh yeah, the utility room and studio are both on the first floor."

"Alright... well I'll explore the place and find out where everything is," muttered Kurt, his voice trailing away as he began to wonder about the house, his father chuckling as he made his way back to the car to collect the luggage they had brought with them. However as Kurt whipped around as Burt left the house, he called after him. "But if you need help you can call me and I can lend a hand unless I get lost in this maze of a house we have here."

"How about I start bringing my belongings and then you start bringing in yours later?" suggested Burt, laughing aloud at Kurt's comment concerning the sheer size of the house. It was definitely a change from the large flat they had had in Columbus and it would take some time getting used to actually living also in another area that was foreign to his son considering Kurt had never visited the place. "It'll give you more time to check the place out and all."

"That's not fair, I have more stuff to carry in, you have next to nothing," complained Kurt, walking to the front door and squinting his eyes as the summer sun blared down onto his father outside. "I'll need some help at least with the suitcases in the back. Come on dad, I don't have the power in my little old arms. I need help."

"It was your choice to buy those monstrosities Kurt," replied Burt, shaking his head as Kurt leaned on the door frame and pouted. "I mean you wanted to bring your whole wardrobe, your skin stuff and every other piece of furniture from your old room so you have no one else but to blame but yourself."

"Are you saying you're not going to help at all?" asked Kurt in disbelief, Burt once again braking out into a round of chuckling as his son frowned at the amused reaction. "What are you laughing at? I offered you my help, the least you could do is lend me yours. Plus I haven't been given a chance to see this gorgeous house yet so pretty please."

"I was only kidding with you son," laughed Burt, flashing a smile at Kurt as he made his way over to the Navigator and white moving van which had accompanied them there. "Can't blame me for fooling with you, you're just too gullible for your own good. Go on into the house and get back to looking around. I want you to have memorized exactly where every room is so that when it comes to assigning things to each area, you'll know where I mean. That and if there's an explosion somewhere you'll be able to point us both towards the nearest exit before we become giant flaming hot pieces of bacon, alright?"

"Sure, I'll do that," replied Kurt, returned the warm smile before bouncing back into the house, leaving the door wide open so that he wouldn't be interrupted if his father wanted to come back in. "Okay... where should I start off first?" asked Kurt to himself as he made his way through the hall into the kitchen. Checking if the cupboards and drawers had enough storage space for their large collection of gleaming utensils, the brunet was just about to head towards the backdoor that led into the garden when a door to the right suddenly caught his eye. He stared at it, thinking it would just be another run of the mill coat closet of some kind but as he pulled it open to confirm his guess, he was faced with a wall of darkness, the light behind him streaming down on to a set of white stairs that lead down below.

"This must be the basement," he muttered, switching his gaze from the floor to the white walls for a light switch, but there was none. There was no switch or device of any kind that worked in both the on and off mode. Yet his curiosity had him running back to the rucksack that Burt had brought in when he had unlocked the front door, rummaging around for the black metal torch, pulling it out and racing back towards the basement door. He flashed the torch on; it's slightly blue tinted light shining bright ahead of him and only then did he start to descend the set of stairs, treading carefully so as to not slip and bang his head on the hard looking floor below. This isn't creepy at all, he thought sarcastically as the light led him down, down, down into the room below. This isn't scar-Oh!

Kurt's heart nearly broke out of his rib cage as the in-built lights in the ceiling of the basement rose to attention, his shaking hands nearly dropping the heavy torch from his grip as his eyes adjusted to the increase in widespread light. Silently awing to himself as he scanned the room, a wide grin graced his features as excitement soared within him. This was just the best. He was standing at the foot of the staircase leading to the guest basement bedroom but it was better than he had actually imagined. When Burt had mentioned 'basement' and 'bedroom' in the same sentence, images of a dingy like dungeon fully equipped with a rotting mattress infested with insects that made Kurt's stomach churn painfully came very much to mind, but never the impressive sight before him.

The room was extensive with white painted walls and floor, a low ceiling, in built wardrobes lining the right hand wall, a modern baby blue four poster bed directly in front of him against the opposite wall with see through curtains attached to each post and finally, a scarlet couch at the foot of the bed atop a carpet printed in the American flag to match. Heaven, I'm in paradise, thought Kurt as he unconsciously dropped the torch to the floor from his loosened grip and stumbled forwards towards the in built closets, running his fingers along the polished wood before opening them up and diving deep inside them. Pulling his head out from taking whiff after whiff of the wonderful aroma that was brand new leather, Kurt spotted the bed and rushed on over to it, stroking the soft brown and blue duvet and allowing his knees to buckle from the sensation stroking his palm.

"I see you've found your grandmother's little sanctuary," chuckled Burt as Kurt gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly dodging the chic wooden table end and golden lit lamp as he attempted to recapture his composure and dignity. "I knew you'd like it. You and her share similar tastes I guess."

"You mean she decorated this room?" asked Kurt in disbelief as he made his way back to the center of the basement only to have his eyes stolen yet again by another door which led onto the en-suite bathroom, his father laughing as a delighted 'Yes!' echoed around its walls. "I'm really surprised. She is probably the only elderly person who isn't obsessed with horrible and overused floral patterns... and pictures of creepy judgmental kittens lining the walls."

"Well she was a modern kind of woman so it's to be expected," replied Burt as he made his way to the blood red sofa before lounging on it, taking in as did Kurt, every detail he could. "Yeah, this was her little den where she would come to be on her own. She was sad when she had to say goodbye, you know, now that she's in the care home and all but I think she'll like it if someone were to actually use it and not abandon it."

"Will she really mind if I make this my bedroom?" inquired Kurt, walking from the bathroom to stand in front of his father, his head still spinning from side to side, attempting to catch anything he hadn't yet noticed. "Because if I do then I'll have to fill those wardrobes with my clothes, have my shower and bath products in that bathroom and sleep in that bed."

"Kurt I'm aware of what happens when one switches bedrooms," dismissed Burt as he rose from the couch and rested his hand on Kurt's right shoulder reassuringly. "I know what it entails. I just think it would be nice for my son to appreciate the work his grandmother did by sleeping in the room she worked very hard to style and decorate which I just think suits you very well. It'll be a touching gesture and when you come to tell her in when we next see her, I'm sure she'll be more than happy... although try not to let her kiss you on the lips, she tastes like raw liver nowadays."

"Noted, but do you think she'll mind if I install in built speakers into the ceiling, remove the stair lift and change the shower so that it doesn't have a seat with handles in it?" asked Kurt as he gestured back towards the bathroom, his father following his line of sight. "It's just that I can't really live without my music and I'm not at risk of falling down the stairs or in the shower unlike grandma."

"I'll allow the shower to change sure, but if in built speakers are going to appear then we're going to have to sound proof the walls because no way am I going to be one of those dads who pound at your door for minutes on end crying out 'turn that racket down!' over and over again," replied Burt, Kurt smiling and nodding in agreement as his father headed for the stairs. "I love my voice at it is, I'm not done with it yet."

"Well then let me see, in the mean time I can put my iHome on the left hand end table over there…" murmured Kurt as he walked over to the side of the bed and surveyed the area, his fingers ghosting over the small polished wooden table. "And I guess my vanity can fit somewhere over here by the left hand wall so that it's in line with the American rug which I have to say, I love."

"Well actually nanna wasn't very patriotic," countered Burt as he stuffed his hands inside his pockets and examined the carpet with his foot. "She was never into the good old Americana much preferring the European culture, you know, that's why she had that huge cabinet stuffed to the brim with souvenirs from London, Paris and Rome. I think this was in the attic but when it came back into fashion especially in the youth section, she brought it down."

"Do you think I got my sense of style from her then?" inquired Kurt as he raised his head in curiosity, his father smiling as he chuckled deeply. "I mean I don't think I got it from you because you're not into stuff like that, mom's style was too eclectic compared to mine and grandpa was just plain old war veteran."

"I think there's a slight possibility yes," agreed Burt as Kurt smiled and looked back down at the intricately embroidered quilt, his skin getting caressed with every millimeter of fabric he stroked. "But you'll have to earn those new audio features, son. You've already been spoilt with a new bedroom you love, you'll have to earn the bonus stuff. Now, want to come into town with me? I don't know about you but an empty fridge that's as empty as my stomach right now simply won't do."

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Glee

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Burt carefully parked the car in the parking lot of the newly opened Wegmans that had appeared apparently a month ago and turned off the engine. He undid his seat belt and swiveled in his seat as he repositioned himself to see his son, looking out his window, eying his surroundings and the many faces of the Lima population.

The supermarket car park was rather busy and what with it sharing the same lot as the Lima Mall several hundred meters away, quite a number of people were driving in out of it as well as entering or exiting either building with their many purchased goods. Burt knew that Kurt had never really had that hard a time adjusting to different locations. In fact it was pretty easy for him to settle in comfortably, unlike some seventeen year old teens his age.

"Well this is the supermarket and the mall is over there son," commented Burt as he pointed to both of the large buildings, Kurt snapping out of his staring faze to follow his father's descriptions. "This is where we'll be buying the groceries from now on and don't worry; I heard Wegmans is known for their service, perishables and cleanliness alright so you needn't worry. You have got the list of foods you'd like?"

"Here you go," replied Kurt as he handed over his own grocery list to his father who safely tucked it into his jeans back pocket with his son unbuckling his seat belt. "I've tried to fit everything on there as you can see so that I haven't had to miss anything out." Back in Columbus, he had always been the one to buy the food in the house since his father had been at work as a mechanic in the city whilst now that he was getting used to Lima, Burt had suggested he buy the food whilst Kurt go explore the mall. He knew this only because the mall was only one of his son's top ten favorite places to go, spend his time and with that, his pocket money.

"Alright well I'll see you back here in an hour," suggested Burt as both of them exited the car, the man locking it as they walked around to the back of the vehicle. "You've got your smartphone with you so call me if you finish early even though that's never happened in the past and I don't want you buying loads of stuff at his stage, Kurt. We've yet to move everything that we already have into the house which means no extras."

"I do have common sense dad so you needn't patronize me," scoffed Kurt lightly as he dismissed the comment in favor of looking towards the mall which from where he was standing looked pretty large in itself. "I'm just going to take my surroundings in before I start spending the cash and besides, this mall of yours might not have that many high end stores or shops of interest so we'll just have to see, won't we?"

"Try not to sound so stuck up son, your nose is high enough as it is," chuckled Burt as Kurt gasped and lightly hit him around the arm before turning on his heels and walking towards the mall, the sound of his round toe desert boots making themselves very much heard. "Always kidding Kurt! Always kidding!"

The pale boy rolled his eyes at his father's laughter which seemed to die the further he walked away and as he continued journeying towards the mall's glass sliding doors, he continued to observe people's faces, attitude and sense of style. He had always been a more of a visual person and learner than anything else but it didn't mean that he necessarily judged anyone by their look or image. He was much more mature than to adopt the 'never judge a book by its cover' line. Nevertheless he still believed that the way a person wanted to present themselves to the world had to be at least a small aspect people had to take in.

The weather was, for the city of Lima anyway, very pleasant and as Kurt entered the mall, the air conditioning hit him full force with a slight chill eliciting a shiver out of him. He scoured the area near the entrance for a map that could aid him with selecting the right stores to visit and as he walked further into the mall, he spotted one over by a set of benches. Casually making his way to stand in front of it, Kurt began scanning the list of shops, a smile appearing on his face. Well at least there's a Topman, he thought as he noticed the British fashion store in the list alongside a Bodega, Baldwin, South Willard and Ina Men.

Kurt straightened up, attempting to memorize the map and sighed happily. He wasn't going to cause that much harm if he were to purchase one item of clothing was he? I mean a jumper say won't anger dad that much, he thought as he traveled towards the Topman store on the first floor. It'll be like christening my new wardrobe with a Lima bought product. The mall itself had said in its history description by the map that it had been constructed in the 1870s, refurbished during the 1950s and yet again modernized in 2010 which probably explained the overlapping panes of glass in the continuous greenhouse like ceiling above and the large pots of exotic plants scattered around only seen in large greenhouses in stately Victorian British manors.

Half an hour had flown by in the space of several minutes as Kurt had entered Topman and the accompanying fashion stores within the mall as well as the occasional electronic store. The service behind the tills in most of the shops was impressive except for the bathroom department in Bed, Bath and Beyond in which Kurt had entered just for mere interest's sake. He had consulted the specialist, who, according to him, knew everything there was to know about showers and the various appliances that went with it, as well as water jets and the different water heads available.

However after inquiring after the advantages in water pressure from one particular model to the next, the only response he'd rudely received had been an obvious unimpressed expression followed by a very vague and brief response which had left him feeling very frustrated and very unsatisfied indeed. Mega service fail, he had thought as he had left the store, his stomach suddenly rumbling as he looked down with embarrassment, secretly hoping no one around had heard.

He made his way to the food court where a Paul French family bakery and patisserie was surprisingly situated. This caused Kurt to giggle to himself as here was an upscale café in Lima with every other food joint surrounding it either being Pizzeria Cheapo, The Venison Hut, The Picky Vegan and a Batholomew Butterfat's Ice Cream Parlor, or a random Mexican Brown Burrito stand. Talk about varied, he thought to himself as he purchased himself a Fraisier layered with Genoese sponge, velvety vanilla mousse and fresh strawberries and a large cup of Earl Grey Tea to go. But then again it's better than nothing. As he made sure not to spill his hot beverage and also to not cause too much damage to his green marzipan and strawberry topped cake, Kurt made his way back to the exit of the mall. It was nearly rearing sixty minutes by the time he'd purchased his food and he knew he had to hurry if he didn't want to keep his father waiting.

However as he was descending the grand staircase to the ground floor, in bustled a group of teenage boys who looked around his age, laughing and joking around, childishly pushing each other as their loud voices carried through the mall. Oh uh, thought Kurt as he stopped dead in his tracks, panicking slightly for a place to hide. He knew this particular breed of teenage boy or to put an official classification on them, the jock or 'the thick brained Neanderthal twat' as he liked to describe them as. He'd suffered from the rough hands of jocks in the past but only on a small degree. However now he wasn't in Columbus any more. He was no longer attending a capital high school. Burt had informed him of the town's secondary school, William McKinley High School and although Kurt had never seen the premises yet, he wasn't at all looking forward to it.

As he struggled to find a god damn plant pot to hide behind, Kurt finally decided to forget it and settle on briskly walking towards the entrance without a care in the world. I'll just get it over and done with. It'll be like ripping off a band-aid, he thought as the group of boys averaging around five to ten in number approached. They're too busy acting like idiots to notice me. With that thought in mind, Kurt breathed reassuringly to himself, retained his posture and headed towards the sliding glass doors.

As he made his way nearer to the group, Kurt was able to sneakily catch a glimpse of all the jocks' faces with the first being good looking yet strangely tall, the second being tanned, muscled, sort of handsome but sporting a ridiculous mohawk, an athletic looking oriental boy with what looked like good coordination and a blond with pale skin and large lips. Of course there had been many others but they were the only set of faces he'd had time to really look at without them noticing and as he ducked his head, he passed them, breathing a sigh of relief as his clear path ahead was no longer tainted with obstacles.

He had reached the doors unscathed and it seemed as if the boys had either not noticed him or had not found him to be of any interest at all. However, as he made to exit the mall, one of the boys from the group turned around, causing the rest of them to stop and look in Kurt's direction. The pale boy didn't notice however as his back was turned to them but as he made to exit, the jock barked. "Fag!" he roared as Kurt instantly stilled, his eyes blowing wide as he stood there frozen. A round of heckling laughter rang out from the group as the brunet started to look around himself consciously.

People had stopped in surprise of the homophobic slur and were gaping in shock at the chuckling jocks as well as staring at him, eying him with sympathy. Though despite this, not a single one of them approached him to ask how he was, an act Kurt wasn't really expecting. None of them did anything. In fact, after around several minutes, interest in the situation waned and off they went. Kurt really wanted to do the same but curiosity was his masochistic puppeteer and as he finally slowly turned around to see the eagerly watching boys, their eyes fixed on him like a hungry pack of predators before the kill, one jock in particular caught his eye.

The boy with the stupid Mohawk was evilly grinning back at him, his eyes darkly shining as it became apparent to Kurt that he had been the one to shout the homophobic taunt. Raising his hand once he knew that he had captured Kurt's attention, the tanned boy then waved back at him in an exceedingly effeminate way, a cheap attempt Kurt thought to imitate a homosexual. Much to his surprise it caused him to nearly giggle on how ridiculous he looked but he dared not show a single trace of amusement.

He didn't want the boy to think he was laughing at him because judging by the sheer size of his arms and general burly build; it would have been a mistake he'd most likely never have forgotten. Instead, he muffled his deteriorating laughter with a glare his father had always claimed had given him the creeps, willing the idiot's haircut to get ripped off his head with so much force that his measly brain fell out, or for him to go die in a vat filled with skin burning acid somewhere dusty and barren.

With those malicious thoughts raging inside his head, Kurt whipped around and exited the mall in a dignified manner, not wanting to show the ignorant boy and his bigoted friends the damage they had caused him because no matter how many times he had been called 'The F Word', the pain and hurt had never disappeared. It was a sensitive spot he knew he had but at all costs had he learned not to react to it. He couldn't afford to. He would never allow his oppressors to see him fall.

He was an emotionally strong person and he had the strength to put up with such onslaught but as he reminded himself that he was merely a sophomore newcomer with a sole wish to get to know the town he would be living in for the next three years, his barriers broke. I'll never be left alone... will I, he asked himself as the weight of cake and tea seemed to only weigh his body down, his head drooping as it did. I'll never be free from it.

He managed to meet up in time with his father, who had only just returned from Wegman's. Apparently he'd run into an old friend and they'd managed to catch up briefly in the meat and fish isle, leading Kurt to look down at the ground. If only I ran into nicer people, he thought, flashing his father a fake smile before helping him pack the groceries into the boot of the car. But I guess I'll have to rebuild my defenses all over again.

Burt pulled out of the parking lot, the orange ray of light from the setting sun coating the car in an amber tone. It was a beautiful sight. What with all the shades of reds and pinks, but as the pale boy looked out the window of the speeding Navigator as it headed on home, the Lima countryside blurring past him in a race of speed and light, a soft innocent tear trickled down his cheek.

So don't rely on people you meet,
Cos' no one is safe in these streets...

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Author's Note: Hi babies, I'm back! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'm ready to kick start January with my second Puckurt story and fan fiction tale so thanks for reading the first chapter. Hopefully what you've read is of interest to you and you will be entertained to read further. This is also my first narrative that is not set in an Alternative Universe, my first being New York City: Strut Your Way To Love which I suggest you check out. However it doesn't mean that it will follow the strict canon road. There will be many scenes that will heavily contradict and oppose what occurs on the show but only because the whole story wouldn't work of they didn't.

I started writing this in October and finished in December with the remaining time used to edit any last minute changes which may have happened so you can imagine how excited I am to finally publish this. The genre of this story is Romance/Angst so if you're not prepared to embark on a fast and furious roller coaster of emotions, this is not for you. I've rated this narrative Fiction M for a reason. Although it won't appear any time soon, there will be a sex scene so don't say I didn't warn you. There will also be use of strong discriminatory language and profanity so all be warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters from Glee since I don't own the show. I'm not earning money from this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I mean only to please whoever stumbles upon my Love Story.

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