Hiiiiiiii. So welcome to my second story- i've been planning this for a while and i'd love to know what you all think...:)
September 14th 2009.
The first day back at school. Shall i just jump off a bridge now, or shall i endure just a little bit of the pain? No... I think i'll go for option number 1. Those looks i always get, the way people turn their noses up at me like i was raised on a farm. All for what? Because i'm gay. Whoop-di-doo. Look at all the shits i seem to be giving today.
But seriously; why does sexuality matter at all? Why is everyone so oblivious to love? It's still love, whether it be a boy or a girl. I'm done with being judged though, i've had too much on my plate for too long and i plan to swallow it down in one. If people don't like the way i look or the way i love, they can do one while i'm behind the bike sheds doing a boy. Oops, did i think that out loud?
You may be wondering who and what i'm rambling on about, so let me do what i should have started with; Hi, my name's Kurt Hummel. If you couldn't already tell, i'm an openly gay male with big hopes for the future Broadway that is. I don't care who and what i have to do to get there, i just know one day i'll get there.
I wanted to share this story with you, as an insight as to what it's like to be me for a day. So close your eyes and just imagine you're an attractive (not wanting to sound too big headed or anything but compared to the assholes in this dump, i'd consider myself slightly good looking.) Young boy, extremely talented, some would even say better than Rachel Berry... Then add gay to the mix and watch your life come falling down around you. It's weird, you would of thought after all the name calling and the shoves into random lockers along with the occasional frozen beverage in the face; you would if thought i'd be used to it by now... But the truth is i'm not. I may seem confident but like i said, i'm not. Each and every time the name 'fag' or 'lady boy' leaves the mouths of those air-heads, it cuts deeper.
So summed up with a bow on top- it's about time we got some airplay on our version of events.
The halls were small, just like they always were. Filled up with everyone telling each other how amazing their summers were, all the summer romances and holidays, Kurt on the other hand spent his summer differently. He spent it inside, reading vogue and practising his Broadway numbers. Of course no-one would have noticed if he did go outside, it's not as though his milky skin would have absorbed any colour anyway. Kurt Hummel walked the halls and towards his locker, ignoring the glares and stares from the homophobic assholes that made up the majority of the population that was McKinley. Kurt got to his locker and started to turn the dial to get his books out only to be pushed into his locker by the jocks.
"Nice shirt lady boy, what is that? Faggy McGay?" They all laughed at the tallest ones miserable attempt at a joke.
He had to give them some credit for their jokes, they must constantly have head-aches from the amount of thinking it must have took for them to come up with 'Faggy McGay.' In his head, he was giving them a slow, sarcastic applause. Kurt had just managed to push the simpletons to the back of his mind and began to go back to getting the books for his classes.
"Have you heard about that nerdy kid?" Kurt heard a girl try and whisper to someone with a locker next to his. He wasn't one for ear wigging, but he was certainly one for some gossip.
"What? That Blake kid?"
"Blake? No... No, it's something like Blaine?"
"I haven't heard!"
"Apparently he's full on bad boy now, something happened over the summer..." Kurt's mind started to wonder. He remembered this Blaine kid. Blaine Anderson, hit something in his mind. Blaine was a very quiet boy, talked to no-one and kept himself to himself. He was very smart, top of every class he was in, defiantly not one that would strike you as a 'bad boy.' Kurt was intrigued. It wasn't very often that something interesting happened at this school. The last, most interesting thing that Kurt could remember was a few years ago when Quinn Fabray, the head cheerleader at the time, managed to get herself pregnant and convinced Kurt's step-brother, Finn, that he'd got her pregnant via a hot tub, when actually it was his best friends.
"I heard people talking and apparently he's super hot now." He over-heard one of the girls tell the other.
Super- hot? Great, another straight guy that i can lust over and he'll just make even more 'fag' jokes to me. Although, his shall probably be a lot more complex, they may even be funny...
Kurt was brought out of his thought when he heard the gossiping girls gasp, he shut his locker as he'd got all the books he was looking for and turned on his heel to see what the girls were gasping about. Kurt's breath was caught in his chest. They were right, he was super-hot. The boy didn't have his hair gelled like he used to, his dark locks of curls were all over the place, like he'd just crawled from a bush backwards. His jeans were ripped at the knee slightly with scuffs up and down the leg, his converses clearly looked like he'd been wearing them all summer and hadn't taken them off once, not even to shower. The white round neck he was wearing clung to his chest and abbs like a dream, Kurt couldn't help but stare a little at the out-line of his perfectly toned stomach. He then had a navy blue hoodie draped over his shoulders, nearly falling from his left shoulder. The boy was clearly aware of the stares he was receiving, due to the smirk on his face. The dark haired boy turned his gaze to meet Kurt's and looked him up and down before licking at his top lip. Kurt looked down to his feet and realised that affected him a little more that it should have and crossed his legs.
This is going to be a long year...