Chapter 2 ~

The bell rings, breaking me out of my thoughts. It's time for lunch. My body tells me to eat something today, but my mind thinks I need to get skinnier. Skinny enough that maybe one day soon I will just vanish. I walk into the cafeteria, glancing around at the tables.

I'm only two minutes late to lunch but, all of the tables are mostly full. I only have two options for which table I can sit at. I can either sit with the glee club or I can sit with the emo kids. They might not let me sit with them though because I'm not cutting. I know I shouldn't be making a big deal about my decision but, if I sit with the emos, New Directions is going to hate me even more. Am I really going to take that chance?

Instead of choosing between the two, I just turn around and leave the cafeteria. I can feel the glares hitting my back as I leave. I know I'll hear about it later, but, why should I care? My eyes are starting to become blurry as I hurry down the hallway. A few weeks ago, I was doing the same thing. Except then I wasn't hated that much.

I don't do it on purpose, but I end up in the same exact chair, with tears slowly starting to break away from my eyes. The only difference this time though is that Finn isn't staring at me from behind a bookcase. I sit there for a long time, just crying my eyes out. Other moments, I'm day dreaming about a better life. The school bell keeps ringing out behind me, but I don't make any attempt at moving.

Soon students start gathering together at tables. I'm amazed at how fast the rest of the day went. I take a deep breath before grabbing my bag and leaving the library. I sprint down the halls to the choir room. I know if I'm late Rachael and Mr. Shue will chew me out again. I walk into the room to find the whole group there except for Tina. She comes trailing in behind me.

After the two of us are seated Mr. Shue started to talk. "Alright guys, let's get down to business. First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman." Everyone around me started to clap, like they were genuinely happy that he was back. To be honest, I forgot he was gone. Mr. Shue continued, "Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong."

I listened on in boredom as Puck answered, "Are you kidding me. I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day."

But, of course Quinn had to add her two sense in, "Wow, what a catch. Can't believe I ever let you go."

Mr. Shue just dismissed it before continuing again, "And now, drum roll Finn..." I looked over at Mr. Shue, silently asking if that was necessary, and what ever he was about to say probably wasn't big news at all. After Finn's little "drum roll", Mr. Shue continued...again. "because, I have in my hand, our competition for sectionals next month." More cheering and claps were released. I saw Berry getting prepared to write down the names. Could she ever just play fair and give the rest of the competition a reasonable fight without spying on them?

"First, the a cappella choir from the all boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers." It's really no surprise that Santana opened her mouth.

"Okay, hold up, like a million awesome gay jokes popped into my head." Everyone else turned to look at me, waiting for me to shoot something back at her. But, that was the old Kurt. If things were different someone would've shot to my defense too. Instead, I stared daggers at the floor, wishing it would open up and eat me.

"And, the other team to beat, the Hipsters...a first year club from Warren Township continuing education program." Yet again, everyone started to clap, I just rolled my eyes. "Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school G.E.D.'s."

Rachael shot her head up and asked, "Is that legal?" Of course she couldn't just let it go. Mercedes then asked the obvious question on everyone's mind. Except mine, my question is 'When will this meeting be over?'

Her question is, "How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?"

Puck then added in his stupid idea, "Are you kidding? Brittle bones. Give one of those old ladies a good luck pat on the rear, it'll shatter her pelvis."

The rest of the club seemed to agree with his idea. More claps followed after. Mr. Shue got everyone's attention to the front of the room again, "Moving on. Since it seemed to get you guys jazzed about sectionals last year, I want to make this week our second-annual boys versus girls' tournament." Everyone must have had a lot of caffeine today if they were cheering...again. "So, split up into two groups and figure out what songs you're going to sing." He finished turning around and going to sit in his chair.

Everyone started to chatter about song ideas as they got up and switched to their respective sides. Mr. Shue lifted his head, "Kurt, gonna say it again. Boys' team." I raised an eyebrow while saying, "Um...Mr. Shue, I didn't move." Everyone became silent and turned to stare at me. Mr. Shue frowned, "Sorry about that Kurt." I just nodded my head. Everyone went back to sharing their ideas. I tried to focus on Sam's idea on an AC/ DC mash-up.

When the bell rang, everyone gathered their stuff and began to leave. I left the choir room to find the hallways strangely crowded. I walked down the hallway heading to the door that guaranteed freedom, but I was grabbed by the shoulder and shoved into the lockers. I could feel the vents of the cold piece of metal jab into my back. I knew I would have another set of bruises on my back. The old Kurt started to creep up and I wasn't able to stop him. One question decided to fly out of my mouth. Except this time it was directed towards someone else instead of me.

"What is your problem?" The guy in the red letterman jacket slowly started to turn around.

"You talking back to me? You want a piece of The Fury?"

While raising my eyebrow, I let my mind get the best of me, "The Fury?"

"That's what I name my fist." He stated while spitting in my face. I went to open my mouth and shoot something back at him, but I quickly closed my mouth. He seemed to notice too because he raised his fist threatening to punch me. He was satisfied when I flinched back. "One more outburst like that Hummel, and The Fury's going to find you." He stated while smiling before pushing me into the lockers again and walked away in the same direction he came.

I started to shake, even though this happened to me almost every single day. But, I don't understand why he always takes out his anger issues on me. I guess I deserve it. I could try harder at being straight, even though I'm not attracted to girls. My shaking is starting to slow down. All I want to do is go home and curl up under my covers. It's not like I have anything else to do. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes to find Mr. Shue standing in front of me.

He leads me into his office and sits me down. He gets a little cup filled with water and hands it to me. "Is there anything I can do?" I stare at the cup for a few seconds before taking it. I then think back to the question he asked me. Does he really want to help me? He can't do anything for me; he doesn't understand what I'm going through. He doesn't understand what it's like at all.

"No, this is my hill to climb alone." I finally say before taking a sip of water.

Mr. Shue was biting his lip before he took a deep breath and began to talk again, "Can I be honest?" I give a little nod, "I think it's getting to you. Usually, this stuff rolls right off your back. But, lately you've been belligerent, angry, pushing people away." I raised an eyebrow clearly impressed by what he thinks is wrong with me. He doesn't have a damn clue.

"Can't I be honest with you?" I stared at him as he stuck out his chin and nodded. "You, like everyone else at this school, are too quick to let homophobia slide. And your lesson plans are boring and repetitive. Boys versus girls? That doesn't challenge any of us." I finished looking away.

"You mean because I didn't let you join the girls like you wanted."

"What? Wait...I didn't move remember?"

"Right...sorry Kurt."

I sighed while picking up my bag. "And to answer your question, yes, I'm unhappy. And, yes, being the only out gay kid at this school gets me down. But most of all I'm not challenged in the least here." I say before walking straight out the door. I walk with my head down, hoping not to get noticed by any other person in this school. But, why should I because, I'm already invisible anyway.