Puck
"Okay class, today we have a new student joining us. Now I know it's the middle of the first semester so you already have friend groups but just be nice to him okay. Everyone, this is Kurt Hummel."
I looked up. Kurt was kinda strange looking. He had blonde died hair that went down to his shoulders and looked like it hadn't been washed in days. He had an obviously thrift store cardigan on that's about two sizes too big and he was wearing a The Smiths band T-shirt.
I'd never met anyone else who like The Smiths.
He had a pair of worn denim jeans with huge roll ups and a battered pair of DMs. This kid was gonna be slaughtered.
But his eyes were what caught my attention. Bright blue orbs that were filled with so much pain and fear i just felt like murdering who ever had done that to him. Wait...that wasn't the kinda thing a badass said! I was going soft! However, even though this could destroy my rep, I decided to keep an eye out for this Kurt Hummel.
Kurt
This day couldn't get any worse.
First of all the teacher pulls me out to the front off the class to "introduce him" and then some Neanderthal shoves me into a locker jeering, "You better watch were you're going homo!"
I had thought a new start would stop this. After all, no one knew that I was gay and no one knew about anything else. But I guessed the dyed hair was a pretty obvious stereotype.
During lunch, I saw a sign for the school's Glee Club. I knew it wouldn't help his popularity, but singing helped me forget about everything. When I sang, I could forget about the bruises, wipe away the scars and erase him from my memory. So that was that. I would try out for the Glee Club that very day.
When I walked into the room all conversation stopped and all heads turned my way. They obviously didn't get many auditions. "I'm here to audition." I told the older man at the front, obviously the teacher, who was just writing up the phrase, 'Born This Way' on the board. I guessed it was Gaga week this week then. I hated the her. The obviously synthetically manufacture songs made him want to throw up.
"Well...of course you can. It's Lady Gaga week this week but seeing as though you are auditioning I guess you can sing anything you want." The perm headed teacher said. I walked over to the speakers in the corner and plugged in my smashed iPod to play my music.
As the opening chords sounded, everything washed away, everyone in the room disappeared and it was just me and the music.
Good times for a change
see, the luck I've had
can make a good man
turn bad
So please please please
let me, let me, let me
let me get what I want
this time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
see, the life I've had
can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time
Lord knows it would be the first time
When I finished everyone's mouth's were hanging open. And then the dire opened and I heard the familiar sound of brogues on the wooden floor..
"Hey Kurtie." I shivered at the voice. It still gave me nightmares. Still frightened me to hell and back. Still made me feel worthless.
I was petrified to the spot has those familiar, possessive eyes looked me up and down. Face full of disapproval.
"I though we agreed you would stop wearing these garbage clothes. It make you look like a homeless person and I will not be seen with someone of that level. Be glad I even look at you."