A/N: I shouldn't be starting yet ANOTHER fic, but I wanted to base a fic off of a song, and this opportunity presented itself when Outlaws of Love magically appeared on Youtube and I was just blown away. It's an AMAZING song, you all should go watch the video of him performing it in Saint Agathe. I listened to it constantly while writing this, so... yeah.


Kurt felt rough hands on his chest, and the cold hardness of the lockers. He heard the shouts of "Go rot in Hell!" and "Filthy faggot!" but beyond those sensations, he felt nothing. Which was strange. Usually he felt some form of pain from their words, from the shoves, but today there was nothing. It was scary, in a way. What if he lost the ability to feel forever? He'd never be able to love someone, never be able to be happy, because without hate there is no love, without pain there is no happiness.

"Hey, Kurt, you okay? You seem a little out of it." Mercedes had caught up to him, and, even as his best friend, she was unable to see just how much he was hurting, just from being numb.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though, 'Cedes." It was one of the most difficult sentences to ever pass his lips, and yet he managed to force it through. He was most certainly NOT fine.

"You sure? Azimio pushed you pretty hard then." Kurt nodded and tried to catch his breath.

"I'm sure I'm fine. We should probably get to Glee." Mercedes still seemed suspicious, but she didn't press Kurt. She straightened out a couple wrinkles in his jacket, and he forced a small smile to his lips. It was strange, though, usually he was so happy around her, but today he just felt detached. Maybe it had finally gotten to him, made something snap. Or maybe he had just gotten used to it.

They took their usual seats next to each other in the choir room, and Kurt had to force himself to pay attention. Mr. Shue was going on about how they really needed to step up their game for Nationals, and wrote a single word on the board: Pain.


"Now, this week is about pain. The best songs come from hurt- you all learned that at Regionals, with the exception of Kurt, of course. I want each of you to try your hardest to find a song that really expresses your pain for this week." As Mr. Shue continued rambling, Kurt started coming up with ideas. He had heard a song from Adam Lambert's next album, and realized just how perfect it truly was. A smile graced his lips once more, and his foot started tapping absently as he waited for the class to end.

"Okay, so Kurt is the last to perform. You ready?" Kurt made eye contact and nodded, before stepping to the front of the room. He was dressed in possibly his simplest outfit ever- a form-fitting black V-neck with a silver chain around his neck and fingerless leather gloves covering his hands. Black skinny jeans and simple black boots completed the look, and Kurt nodded to Sam, who was standing off to one side with his guitar. A simple, yet somewhat haunting melody began to play, and Kurt waited for the right chord to come around.

Oh, nowhere left to go

Are we getting closer, closer?

No, all we know is no

Nights are getting colder, colder

Everyone's eyes widened as they could hear the hurt in Kurt's voice, see it in his eyes. He meant every word of that song, and the haunting melody allowed all his pain to shine through.

Hey, tears all fall the same

We all feel the rain

We can't change

He tried to emphasize that verse a little more while still keeping the breathy, almost light, yet heartfelt tone in his voice. Anyone who heard could see just how much he meant those words, and anyone with a heart would have it broken by the pain lacing his voice.

Everywhere we go

We're looking for the sun

Nowhere to grow old

And always on the run

They say we'll rot in hell

But I don't think we will

They've branded us enough

Outlaws of love

Kurt wasn't even trying to showcase his high voice; the song was simply written that way. He was lucky he could hit the same notes Adam Lambert could, otherwise the song wouldn't have sounded as good.

Scars make us who we are

Hearts and homes are broken, broken

Far, we could go so far

With our minds wide open, open

But our minds aren't open, was what he silently added to the last line. Prejudice really was holding back the human race, and it was truly sad. Learning not to hate would push the country forward decades in technology.

Hey, tears all fall the same

We all feel the rain

We can't change

By far, Kurt's performance was the best. The song was incredible, and the pain of his everyday life just made it easier to sing with emotion.

Everywhere we go

We're looking for the sun

Nowhere to grow old

And always on the run

They say we'll rot in hell

But I don't think we will

They've branded us enough

Outlaws of love

We really are outlaws, he thought as he allowed his voice to climb high enough to hit the same notes Adam had in the performance he had seen.

Outlaws

It wasn't easy to hit those notes, but somehow he managed to keep feeling the music, which helped him stay on pitch, even on the highest notes.

Everywhere we go

We're looking for the sun

Nowhere to grow old

And always on the run

They say we'll rot in hell

But I don't think we will

They've branded us enough

Outlaws of love

Outlaws of love

Outlaws of love

Outlaws of love

Outlaws of love

Sam played the last few notes, and Kurt let the applause wash over him. Again, he didn't feel it the way he usually did. This is scaring me, he thought, I want to feel something.

"Excellent job, Kurt. Since I don't have anything planned," Kurt swore he heard Mr. Shue mumble something about expecting an over-the-top performance, "Class dismissed."

He waited for Mercedes, whose mouth still was slightly open from amazement. "Kurt! That was... that was amazing. Really, you were by far the best."

Kurt blushed a little and clung onto the trace of feeling Mercedes' words gave him. "Thanks, 'Cedes. I kind of have to go, I promised Blaine I'd meet him at the Lima Bean after Glee."

"Oh, okay. Text me when you get home?" Kurt smiled before turning to head to his car.

"Of course I will, Lady Gaga went out in public and I really want to see what she's managed to use for clothes this time."

"Don't let Blaine drop your IQ too much, boo. Love you!"

"Love you too, 'Cedes!" Kurt got into his car and began the short drive to the Lima Bean.

Blaine saw Kurt's car pull up, and he grinned, waving at Kurt from outside the semi-crowded building. Kurt got out and ran to Blaine, wrapping him in a tight hug. He breathed in the slightly musky smell, laced with coffee and traces of chocolate, that defined Blaine. This was the most feeling he had left, and he intended to hang on to it as long as he could.

"Two questions. One, what's with the outfit, and two, why so much more eager than usual?" Not that Blaine was complaining; the change in attitude was quite nice.

"I missed my boyfriend. Is that wrong? And my outfit was for Glee club, I had to perform today." Finally, Kurt convinced himself to detach himself from Blaine.

"Quite a few people think it's wrong that you HAVE a boyfriend, but that's not stopping us, is it? And what song did you sing?"

"Okay, we've got to stop doing the two-part questions and answers thing we just did. I sang a song Adam Lambert's going to have on his new album- there's a recording of him performing it live on YouTube. It's called Outlaws of Love- this week's lesson was pain."

"I'll have to look that up. And pain? I'm surprised, with your club's Regionals songs. They came from a lot of pain."

"Mr. Shue said he wanted to reinforce that the best songs come from pain, so Outlaws of Love is perfect for our... us."

"C'mon, let's get some coffee before I get a headache from caffeine withdrawal."

"Don't you have coffee in the morning?"

"Yes, but I need it in the afternoon too."

"Do we need to send you to Caffeine Addicts Anonymous?" Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine lightly.

Blaine glanced around. "Maybe you do." They approached the counter. "A medium drip, and a grande non-fat mocha for my friend here."

Kurt, pretending to be irritated, pulled Blaine back towards him. "I feel the need to remind you that I am more than a friend. I am your boyfriend." Blaine held up his hands in defeat and returned to the counter to pay. The cashier gave them an odd look but they brushed it off. Well, Blaine did, at least.


A/N: So... review please? And on another note...

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