I don't think I really need an author's note for this one, but I find that it gives me a time to collect my thoughts and that it is much harder to start the chapter if I don't have one, so here it is!

To REJ624: Yes, he is going to be PO'd. Maybe I'll write a follow up to show what'll happen when he finds out.*shrugs*I'll think on it.

To SickOfTakenUsernames: You're right, Finn very well could. I have two ways around that, however,one:I don't think Finn would do that and risk Kurt's wrath and two, Kurt would have thought of that and compensated for it.You're smart for catching that though, thanks!

And thanks so much to everyone who put this story under their Story Alerts. I checked my email and have 42 new emails from ff.n. I completely flipped; I think I broke my best friend's eardrum from my squealing over the phone. It completely reminds me why I'm on this site.

Reviews are like a hidden stash of Halloween candy!

Disclaimer: Its hurts that this has to be here. I want Glee so much! Or not…it would be stressful…

So here it is, what you've all been waiting for….

SUNDAY!

Kurt picked up the chest easily and carried it to the shed that he had 'helped' his Dad construct when he and his mom had started their Sunday tradition when he was six. He was six and more got in the way of anything his Dad did or complained about the sawdust getting in his hair then actually helping. In the shed was a vanity, a full length mirror across from it, several racks for clothing along one wall, a coffee table in the middle of the room and a stack of folded cloth in one corner.

Kurt put the chest down on the coffee table and started to take out products. There were hair products, skin products, lotions and even a 'shower in a can', if you could hardly call that a product. Kurt scoffed at it, but it was necessary, they didn't have the money, or the room, to install a shower in here. Well he dealt with it every Sunday; one more wouldn't hurt his hair too bad. Besides, this day was worth it.

After setting the products on the vanity and hanging clothes taken from the bottom of the chest on the racks Kurt checked the time. 7:30. He quickly grabbed the pile of cloth and the staple gun under them and walked out of the shed. He put them down and walked around the back of the shed, reappearing with a ladder that he set up against the side of the house right under Finn's window.

He snatched a piece of cloth and the staple gun and scaled the ladder easily with one hand. At the top he set down the gun on the ladder and unfolded the heavy, black cloth, holding it over Finn's window, stapling it to the window sill before hitting the window twice with his fist, giggling to himself as he heard something loud hit the floor. Kurt climbed down and proceeded to repeat the process, minus the hitting, with all the other windows facing the backyard.

Nodding to himself, Kurt put away the ladder and hurried to the shed to change so that at 8 he could begin his day. It was only 7:35

At 7:55 all the Warblers filled into the auditorium, a bit surprised to see that someone had set up a large TV on the stage that turned on as they walked in. As they started taking seats David whispered to Wes, "Doya think we'll be allowed to keep the TV?" to which Wes rolled his eyes and punched in friend lightly in the arm.

The Warbler's looked in amazement at the picture on the HD screen; it looked to be a backyard, except it held things that one wouldn't normally keep in a backyard. In one corner there was a well built shed with a roof extending a bit out to one side, over a big blue thing that was identified as a tarp covering something else. Running along the opposite wall were seemingly random objects, and old, beat up car, a pole, a picnic table and a few weights.

The door to the shed opened and a young-man walked out. He was wearing a pair of tight, black, cloth pants paired with a ripped shirt made of the same cloth. The shirt showed off the man's highly toned arms, strong, but not yucky strong, and when he moved, walking around to the tarp, the Warblers could catch glimpses of a pale, strong chest and what looked like a six-pack. His hair was done up in a carefully messy, slightly spiked due. He was beyond hot and so far into sexy that a new category was going to be needed if he got any more attractive.

Blaine sat up, "Holy shit."

"What?"

"Dude, what's up?"

"There's nothing Holy about shit, Blai"

Blaine shook his head, pointing to the man on the screen, who by this time had uncovered the tarp, revealing an expensive looking stereo system, and said, "That's Kurt."

"wha…?"

"holy shit"

"DUDE, Blaine you are so lucky I'm straight because if I wasn't I'd be on the so fast…"

"He is the hottest guy I'v ever seen, why doesn't he do his hair like that more often? And why, in god's name, WHY did he cover those muscles?" The Warbler continued objectifying Kurt.

Blaine could only shake his head and whispered something to the guy ranting on about Kurt's body, his eyes never leaving the ma...Kurt. Wes heard what he said and laughed, poking the pre-obsessed Warbler in the back, saying to him, "Blaine says: Mine."

The Warbler glanced at Blaine's faced and laughed, "I think Kurt broke him"

The only people out of the New Directions who recognized first off were Mercedes and, surprisingly, Brittney. As soon as he walked out of the shed Mercedes wolf whistled, "who's not hot, White Boy? Cuz that seems pretty hot to me."

Brittney clapped her hands and jumped up and down in her seat excitedly, "Sanna, Sanna, look at my Dolphin. He's like a hot dolphin. Sanna? Why doesn't he dress like a hot dolphin more often? I don't think he'd get picked on if he dressed like that."

Santana started at her girlfriend, "Dolphin? Britt, I thought Kurt was your dolphin…"

She trailed off, looking disbelievingly at the TV screen before laughing and said loudly, so the whole auditorium, "That's my Kurt! I knew you could be hot if you wanted to."

The rest of the people, not including the New Directions, glanced at her with mistrust. The girls doubting that anyone who looked like he did could also be the same person who got shoved into lockers every day. (Each girl thinking that they wouldn't have allowed it because they would never let such eye-candy get covered in bruises), and the guys doubting it because the Gay Kid couldn't be the one that had their girlfriends practically drooling. That just wouldn't be far.

The doubting stopped immediately after the man, Kurt, stood in the middle of his yard, looked up, and started speaking. His voice was unforgettable, and everyone in the school had heard it at least once.

Sue looked at the faces of the students with a smug grin. And this was only the beginning.

Kurt looked to the sky, and smiled an unsuppressed, tooth showing smile.

Damn, I wish he'd smile at me like that (Blaine)

Too bad he's dating Blaine, the lucky SOB, with that smile he could have anyone. (various gay/bi warblers)

Woah, his teeth are like, perfect, better than mine (santana)

How come I'v never seen his teeth before, he must have shown them at least one when he was singing (Rachel and some NDs)

Kurt started speaking, still looking to the sky, "Hi Mom. This week was crazy. I went on a date with Blaine, yesterday. He kissed my hand, he is such a gentleman, I think you'd like him, Mom. But earlier this week he implied, not on purpose, that I wasn't sexy. I'm going to prove him wrong, that's what today is for, right Mom? To prove people wrong, but not to them, to yourself? That's what I use today for, but you knew that. I also heard from my Boo that Rachel was talking about how it is our duty as performers to entertain the audience, no matter what. Well that got me thinking about a few songs that I could perform. I know it won't be my usual style, but hey, I like all good music. You know that too, don't you, Mom?" Kurt stopped and sighed, looking sad for a moment, before smiling again and resumed his monologue, "I also heard from Finn that Noah was bragging about his BA-ness, that he was the best and most BA person in Lima. I had to stop myself from laughing at him, Mom, we both know that I could totally take Noah down in a fight, if I chose to. Well anyway, beside all the good stuff that's been happening to me, the bad stuff is still there, I can still feel the pain and hurt from being looked down upon for being gay. The bruises are still there and it will be a long time before the scares fade. So today, Mom," he continued, walking over to the stereo system, "I'm going to start with something to get some of my anger out, and prove, once again, that my range is better than anyone could ever imagine."

Kurt smirked and pressed play, turning the speakers up loud. A heavy guitar riff started up and Kurt walked to the middle of the yard, shedding his shirt along the way, looking down at his pale, but bruised covered chest. When the lyrics started he opened his mouth and began to sing in a range way lower than anyone had ever heard before, a little higher than the original, Kurt knew, but he made it work.

If you feel, so empty,

so used up, so let down

If you feel, so angry,

so ripped off,

so stepped on.

Kurt gestured to the healing marks on his chest, moving the way the song made him feel, letting him get out the emotions that he kept bottled up inside except for today.

You're not the,

only one,

Refusing,

to back down!

You're not the, only one,

so get up!

At this line he jumped on the hood of the old car and when the next line came, jumped to the ground, landing crouched and one fist pounding the ground.

Lets start a riot!

A RIOT!

lets start a riot!

Lets start a riot!

A riot,

lets start a riot!

This song was not about finesse or fancy dance moves, at each line he would pumps his fist like he was rallying a crowd. Then he slowed, letting his anger carry the song.

If you feel,

so filthy, so dirty,

so fu**ed up.

if you feel,

so walked one,

so painful,

so pissed off.

At each example he pointed in a different direction, like there was an example there for people to see.

You're not the, only one,

Refusing, to go down!

you're not the, only one,

so get up!

At this he raised his arms, getting ready for the chorus.

Lets start a riot!

A riot!

lets start a riot!

lets start a riot! A riot!

lets start a riot!

Kurt then proceeded to do a magnificent air guitar before the singing started again.

If you feel, so empty,

so used up,

so let down,

if you feel, so angry,

just get up!

Lets start a riot!

At this point Kurt sucked in through his teeth, making a hissing noise

A riot!

lets stat a riot,

Ye-a!

lets start a riot

A riot,

lets starts a riot!

lets start a riot

a riot,

lets start a riot!

Lets start a riot

a riot,

lets start a riot!

lets start a riot,

a riot

lets start a riot!

Kurt held the last note, it sounded purer then the original but he was getting better, he knew. Besides, he liked his slightly raggedy sounding voice when it came to this song, it sounded like how he felt when he sang it. He smiled and laughed, looking back up to the sky, "how was that, Mom? I have another one like it, though not quite so angst. If you want, I'll show it to you later. " he smiled and put his shirt back on, the only reason he took it off was to make the gestures towards the bruises more affective. Kurt sat down and began to stretch, not wanting to pull anything for the next performance.

Even Sue was a little floored by that performance, she had no idea that her Sweet Porcelain could be so, moody.

The kids at McKinley stared at the man showing quite a bit of flexibility before they all started talking at once.

"Did you know he could sing that like?" Rachel demanded to the world in general.

Squeals of "hot!" and "poor baby!" and "please let him take his shirt off again" could be heard from any number of clusters of girls while the ND kids were staring at Kurt as if they'd never seen him before. Finally Mr. Shue spoke, "Did any of you know he could sing like that?"

Everyone shook their head and Puck spoke up, "Probably a good thing too, when he's singing like that, Hummels better than me and Finn!"

Finn looked affronted but didn't counter it. nodded and said, "I wonder why he didn't show us."

Rachel looked at him as if he were crazy. "Really, ? Is it not obvious? Kurt can sing like that, yes, but that doesn't mean that's how he sings best or even how he prefers to sing. What I think is that Kurt taught himself to sing like that because he felt like that song fit what he was feeling and he wanted to be able to express that."

Mercedes nodded in agreement, "Rachel's right, Mr. Shue, Kurt is still learning how to sing lower, you could tell that he didn't get it exactly right because he didn't have that satisfied look on his face when he finished. He looked happy about it, but he knew that he could do better. And you know Kurt would never show us anything unless he had it down 100%."

They sat in silence before Puck spoke again, "My boy could so NOT take me in a fight."

"I don't know, Puckerman, he has a high pain tolerance, did you see the bruising and scar on his back? If they don't hurt then I'm a virgin, he could totally take a punch to the eye and keep going." Stated Santana.

"Poor Dolphin."

"You're right Britt, we are so going after those jocks later."

Mr. Shue heard them, but pretended not to. He didn't like the look of those scars surrounded by purple overlapping yellow. No wonder Kurt had transferred.

The Warblers were having a similar conversation about Kurt's singing skills and multicolored skin, finally Wes turned to Blaine, who hadn't participated in the conversation about his boyfriends singing but before he could say anything Blaine said, "Did you see those bruises? All along his shoulder and back and chest and that scar, on his lower back…" Blaine trailed off and Wes said, "it's going to be okay, Blaine, they can't get him while he's here and he will heal. They obviously don't bother him that much and he not in pain as far as we can see."

Blaine nodded, then his eyes widened a bit, causing Wes to look back at the screen just in time to see Kurt do a perfect backbend, put his hand next to his heels them slowly lifted one leg at a time before going into the splits in the air, his arms barely shaking with the effort, before putting his feet back on the ground and standing up and walking to the stereo to choose the next song.

Wes looked back to Blaine and snickered at the flabbergasted look on his friends face. Blaine didn't even hear his, some very undapper thoughts sneaking in his head, looking lost.

I'm going to stop it here, apparently this is going to be much longer then I thought. Ninja!Kurt next!

Thank you so much for reading, I will try and get the next chapter up next weekend, I make no promises though.

Reviews are my delight.

I had intended this to be plotless but I think the characters are begging for one. I'm just the writer, the story seems to come out on its own accord.

The song was Riot by Three Days Grace, they are amazing and though not Kurts style, I think the lyrics fit what he's feeling sometimes.

So are you guys happy with what this turned out to be? Sad? Make you want to beat me with a stick? Let me know!

*less-than three* I mean it!