Chapter One

The alarm went off with a loud screech from the Ihome in the young brunette's room. Singing soon filled the room as it serenaded the young boy telling him to wake; with a sigh Kurt reached over and hit the top of his alarm clock. He snuggled back into his bed sheets just trying to get another ten minutes of sleep. He knew he never really actually fell asleep, but Kurt was not a morning person and used this ten minute period to get moving. Each minute passed so slowly that Kurt thought he made have missed the alarm or actually turned it off instead of hitting snooze. Each time he glanced up he just realized that it was still a few minutes too early. Eventually though even time caught up and the alarm again went off in his ear, Kurt rolled over so that his back was to the bed and he stared up at the ceiling.

Something told him that today would be bad, then another moment he would think it would be a good day, sometimes he wondered if he was bipolar. Kurt soon after got up and shivered as his feet touched the cold floor beneath him. He always hated the morning mainly for the cold; it was never warm in Ohio, not even in summer. Kurt stood up and made his way to his bathroom that his father had put in for him. Kurt didn't smile at the fond memory of Burt working hard on his bathroom but Kurt didn't smile a lot anymore. There was just no reason to anymore, he was in love and that love remained wholly one-sided. Kurt shook his head ending his thought process as he pushed the door open and gasped at his reflection in the mirror.

Last night had been a rough night, Kurt looked disheveled beyond belief, and it would even be hard to recognize Kurt at the moment. Kurt sighed and started to get to work on his appearance, it would take several murders to get him anywhere near the public looking like this. Kurt turned his music on to blast through the basement as he got ready for school, being part of Glee only helped to make his love for music grow. As soon as the music started Kurt's lips pursed in annoyance, Paper Gangster by Lady Gaga was not helping his mood. Yet Kurt decided to ignore it and take a shower, he sighed as the familiar feel of the warm water cascaded down his back and legs. Kurt wished that sometimes life could be like water, warm and comforting but it wasn't, he just sighed and poured his shampoo in his hands and relished in the scent. Soon he finished and his hair was malleable, he wrapped his bathroom around his body and a towel in his hair.

He stared in the mirror as he started to do his daily hygienic routine: brushing his teeth, face washing all that good stuff. Kurt gave himself a little smile in his mirror after he was done; he always loved the clean feeling he got afterwards. Kurt left the bathroom to enter the cold room that was his basement; he shivered a little and went over to his walk in closet. He started to search through the rows of clothes and shoes before picking each article of clothing with complete care. After Kurt got his clothes on he felt warm again and sighed pulling the scarf he chose tighter around his neck. He left the tails of the scarf to dangle behind his back. Kurt's black-heeled boots tapped against the stairs and he walked into his kitchen to find his father sitting at the table.

The kitchen was filled with silence, not awkward silence but just quite, it allowed Kurt to think.

"So how's school doing Kurt?" He heard his father speak as he was putting half a bagel in the toaster. Kurt turned around and gave his father a small smile.

"Unfortunately it's still there torturing children on a daily basis." Kurt said turning back as his bagel popped out of the toaster slit. He then proceeded to cover it in low-fat cream cheese while it was still warm.

"Glad it's going well then Kurt." His father spoke and Kurt looked at the time and grabbed his bag and keys. He gave his father a kiss on the cheek as he walked out of the room the scarf flying behind him as he walked with a strut. Kurt was tough; Kurt could handle the world if it was thrown at him. He smiled as he viscously took a bite out of his poor bagel.

Kurt didn't like to drive in winter it always set him on edge, especially when the sky was dark with clouds that could be harboring snow. Though he soon made it to the school and parked away from the door where there weren't a lot of cars. Kurt shut his door locking it as he walked away from it and hopped the Jocks thought it too cold to come outside today. Of course though they didn't, they were all standing around the dumpster with that Neanderthal leader of theirs, Noah Puckerman. Kurt just took a step way off to the side trying to blend in with his surroundings for a change.

"Hey Faggot!" Kurt froze in his step and turned the horde of football jocks coming towards him. Kurt just smiled as Puck wrapped an arm around his shoulder with an evil smirk gracing his tanned face.

"Good to see you too today Puck." Kurt spoke in icicles hoping to emphasize how much he hated the other male. All he got was an evil glare as they made their way to the dumpster. Kurt had decided that one day after he long graduated he was going to buy that dumpster and burn it as a sacrifice. Kurt imagined the day and just smiled to himself but was soon shocked out of the day dream as his back was thrown to back of the trashcan. He let out a quite whimper at the pain that coursed through him at that moment but then regained his composure. He realized why he wasn't thrown into the dumpster right away as a teacher was coming to pass them and into the school.

It was Sue, Kurt stared at her hopeful that she would have something to do with Cheerios that Kurt could do. But Sue just walked past; the angels were not smiling down upon him today he finally decided. Kurt groaned inwardly and just looked at Puck whose arm was still wrapped around him.

"Ready boys!" Puck called out and Kurt instantly fought to break himself free for a moment.

"Wait! Don't hurt the jacket!" Kurt spoke and the jocks gave him a moment to take the jacket off and toss it to one of the jocks. He gave his bag to a different jock and sighed as arms wrapped around his waist. He stared down at all the jocks finally taller than them then he was thrown into the bags of trash. Kurt crossed his arms and glared metaphorical holes in the side of the dumpster. Kurt waited for the jocks to leave before he stood up and jumped out, his jacket and bag were propped against the side of the dumpster.

He bent over unhooking the latches on his bag and pulled out some perfume and squirted some over himself before shoving it back inside the bag. He put his jacket on, grabbed his bag and left, he hopped the day wouldn't get worse.

Kurt sat in class staring at the chalkboard and vaguely listening to what his teacher droned on about. Kurt was already familiar with the subject and didn't truly feel the need for a refresher no matter how helpful they normally were. Kurt started to hum quietly to himself knowing that no one else would hear him. Kurt had a song going on in his head that made him feel strong again. What the Hell by Avril Lavigne, it made him want to be a bigger bitch, he giggled to himself. Kurt was already one of the biggest bitches known to the school did he really need to be even worse? It had a good point to the song, at least for him it did.

He always was the good boy; he behaved in the classroom and was normally kind to people maybe a bit distant and cold but still kind. Kurt just shook his head after that, he wouldn't change who he was because of a song but he still enjoyed listening to it. Eventually after what seemed like hours the bell finally rang and set Kurt free. Kurt stood with a smile and walked out the door and into the hallways. He saw Mercedes already at his locker and gave her a smile and small wave.

"Hey there white boy!" The large woman said as Kurt stood in front of her opening his locker.

"Hello Mercedes how are you today?" Kurt said in his usual tone, aloof, distant and un-reachable.

"Oh ya' know same old same old, going through class sitting around less fashionables." With the end of her sentence Kurt's lips turned up in a smile as he turned to look over at Mercedes.

"Of course, trust me same thing all day, all of these people need a make-over especially Jew Berry-more. She needs it more than everyone here combined."

"I feel ya' Kurt honey, one day maybe, until then we'll just have to live with her sense of "fashion"." Mercedes laughed and so did Kurt then out of nowhere cold slushy flew and hit both Mercedes and Kurt in the face. Kurt's mouth fell open as he vaguely saw two large figures retreating from the scene of the crime. Kurt cupped around his eyes and wiped away the disgusting purple soft-serve. He saw Mercedes and instantly knew that the next person she saw would get it. Kurt quickly linked arms with her and dragged them into the girl's bathroom and set his bag to the side. He started to pull out all of his cleaning supplies and spare clothes.

He looked at Mercedes from the corner of his eye and knew that she was livid and that talking would not help. Kurt walked into one of the stalls and pulled off his slushy stained clothes and quickly put on fresh clothes. He came back out and Mercedes was still just standing there, Kurt continued to watch her as she eventually started to calm down.

"I swear to God Kurt… one day one day I will destroy them!" Kurt just nodded along with Mercedes, he knew she wouldn't actually do anything just say she would. Kurt turned the faucet on and let the warm water pool in the tiny sink and started to soak his clothes in them. He wanted to do this properly but if he didn't do something now then they would be officially wrecked and this jacket was his baby. Kurt started the pathetic process of taking out the stains and hummed quietly as he waited. Eventually both him and Mercedes were done with their clean up and had their clothes back in their bags. They left the bathroom late to their last class, Kurt walked through the hallways slowly.

He didn't want to go to class at this current moment; something told him that it would only end horribly. Kurt stood in front of the classroom door and waited for a moment before opening the door. The class went silent as Kurt stepped in; he gave everyone a small smile and sat in the only seat open, one next to Finn. Kurt's heart seemed to stutter as he got closer and closer to Finn, he knew on the outside it looked as if Kurt was fine. Inside though he was jumping up and down with joy. Kurt pulled the seat back quietly and sat down gracefully, his heart still beating hard in his chest. Kurt couldn't help but hope that Finn would like him that it was only a lie that Finn loved Quinn, but he knew it was never going to happen.

Kurt just sighed and brought out his notebook and took notes, just because nothing would ever happen didn't mean he couldn't enjoy sitting next to the tall male lead. Kurt situated himself and kept taking glances out of the corner of his eye at Finn, Finn looked stressed and Kurt knew why. Everyone in Glee knew why Finn was always so tired, Finn knocked Quinn up and everyone was just waiting in anticipation to see what happens. Kurt didn't really care what happened, he was only worried that this baby would only solidify their relationship, well more than it already was. Kurt shook his head; he had already admitted to himself that nothing would ever stem from Finn. Kurt didn't understand why he continued to have hope for the other. Kurt's face turned down in a frown, he should've just kept his thoughts in check and enjoyed sitting next to Finn, but he wanted more, more that would of course never come.

Eventually Kurt was able to control himself again and started to just enjoy sitting next to Finn, but all good things come to an end. The bell rang and everyone packed up his or her supplies, Finn and Kurt leaving last. Today was Thursday so Kurt walked with Finn in silence; Finn seemed to be feeling awkward.

"So… how have you been today Finn Hudson." Kurt said with that same aloof tone that he used for everyone. Kurt may have heard another sweeter side to his voice as well but hoped that Finn didn't.

"Pretty good, yourself?"

"It's been like every other day in McKinley High School, another day full of torture." Finn looked at Kurt from the corner of his eye as if searching the smaller male's face.

"Was it a bad day? Did the jocks get to you?" Finn asked the other and Kurt almost cried of happiness at the concern that dripped off his voice.

"No it wasn't too bad, don't worry Finn I can handle myself in this big bad world." Kurt said with a smile and patted Finn's bicep before continuing to walk towards the Glee Room. They eventually got to the room and pushed the door open in silence. Kurt and Finn ended up sitting on opposite sides of the room, Kurt with Mercedes and Finn with Puck. Kurt may have been in the same room as the other male but he couldn't' have felt more distant in his life. Kurt could only stare in boredom as Schue went on and on about pitches and tones. Kurt couldn't help it if his eyes continued to wander towards the Quarterback with a dorky smile.

Kurt could see Puck whispering in Finn's ear and wondered what they were talking about, Kurt thought that Puck would glance at him every now and then but he couldn't tell for sure. Kurt just ignored it what would the point be if he started to freak out over this? Kurt just turned his attention back to Schue realizing that practice was almost over. Schue had been letting people sing their hearts out at the end of class, normally for the last thirty minutes.

"Now everyone if you want to sing come on up and start singing." Schue stepped over to the side and started to sort through music sheets. Of course the first person to go up was Rachel, no one was shocked as she instantly went into song as if she were born for it. Sometimes Kurt truly did wonder if she was born to sing, or if she was just persistent. When Rachel was done singing their ears off everyone clapped half-heartedly then a slight shock went through when Puck went up to the front of the class. Kurt felt his eyes draw away from Finn and watched Puck with an icy interest. Anyone who looked at Kurt would think that he was just waiting for Puck to screw up and leave embarrassed.

Puck put his Ipod in the player and hit play and trumpets sounded instantly and Kurt felt the need to dance.

She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls

I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations new kicks in the candlelight

She's got a new addiction for every day and night

Kurt couldn't help but be pleasantly shocked with the sound of Pucks voice to this upbeat song. Kurt loved Livin' La Vida Loca, it was a good song; he didn't know a sing person here who didn't want to get up and dance to it. Kurt watched as Puck started to dance around the room, gaining even Schue's attention. Puck had been staring at Santana the whole time he was singing; Kurt felt sympathy grip his heart. Everyone was aware that Santana was screwing with Brittany and would probably end up with her, not Puck. Kurt just shook his head and continued to listen to the performance.

Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel

She took my heart and she took my money

She never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne

Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same

Yeah, she'll make you go insane

Puck continued to sing and Kurt just felt worse and worse for the older, bigger boy. Kurt was glad when the song ended; Puck only seemed to embarrass himself in this situation. In the end though everyone but Santana stood up and clapped for him, even Kurt himself. There was still quite a bit of time left, Artie went up and sang Animal by Neon Trees to of course Tina. And again there was a silence as everyone waited for the next soul to go up and sing. For a time it was silent everyone waiting, everyone staring at the front, then Kurt stood up. Kurt could feel everyone staring at him and he walked with a slight sway to his hips to the front of the room.

Kurt put his Ipod in and put his songs on random and smiled with the first song that came on.

There's a whole lotta things that I will forgive

But I just can't take a liar

I was by your side 'til the very end

'Til you pushed me in the fire

I tried to believe you but something is wrong

You won't look in my eyes, tell me what's going on

Kurt sang Stutterin' by Fefe Dobson, he had recently found out about her and fell in love with her from her first words. Kurt couldn't help but love the message her songs spoke of, anger, hurt. Kurt wondered if that was the right feelings to have but he couldn't have cared less.

It's you and me against the world

That's what you said, that's what you said

If you can't be honest with me

Then I'm afraid this is the end!

Hurry up, hurry up

If you ever really cared about me

Tell the truth, give it up

You sound guilty 'cause you're stuttering

Kurt felt fierce as he sang, like he could truly fight the world and win the war. Kurt could feel a bit of his true emotions dripping into the words he sang. Kurt came to the bridge of the song and that's when everyone knew how he felt.

I-I-I don't, don't wanna hear you're sorry now

The best thing you can do for me is just spit it out

I-I-I don't, don't wanna hear you're sorry now

Stop, stop stuttering your words, it's only making you look worse

Kurt finished the song panting, his voice didn't crack, without a word, without an applause he grabbed his Ipod and sat down. As he sat everyone in the room stood and clapped to him. Kurt smiled at them all and thanked them, he didn't think he was that good, but good enough. Everyone settled down and life was back to normal, Kurt was mostly ignored except for a few icy comments he put it and Glee ended. As Kurt was putting away his things Finn came up to him grabbed his hand and put a tiny strip of paper in it. Kurt just stared at Finn's retreating back in confusion and want, Kurt then looked down to see what was on the paper. Meet me in ten over at the football field, see you then lovely.

Kurt's heart jumped with each chicken scratch word on the paper, Kurt didn't know what to say. Kurt just stared reading it over and over until five minutes had already passed. Kurt quickly packed the rest of his things up and walked quickly to the field. Kurt looked down at this watch and realized he still had three minutes he had walked too quickly. Kurt waited, each second felt like an eternity before finally the time had come. Kurt pushed the door open and saw Finn standing with his back to him in the middle of the green field. Finn was sipping on a slushy and Kurt continued to walk with a slow grace as to not seem too anxious.

Kurt ended his walk standing next to Finn; nothing was said for a long time, nothing needed to be said. Finn just quietly sipped on his slushy before he turned to Kurt with a cute smile on his face.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you all alone like this, away from everyone else, away from the world. How long I've just wanted to see you, and not anyone else around." Kurt pinched himself subtly with each word that Finn said; Kurt could only drop his jaw and stare at Finn. Finn soon came to stand in front of Kurt and caress his cheek with the back of his hand. "I've always had this feeling for you Kurt, always wanted to just hold you and kiss you deeply. To feel my tongue exploring your mouth, rubbing against yours." Finn's voice dropped down to a low husky sound and he grabbed Kurt's girlish waist and bent his head nearer to Kurt's.

He could feel Finn's breath over his mouth and closed his eyes wrapping his arms around Finn's neck. Each pound of Kurt's heart made him lose more control over his thoughts; with each moment of contact Kurt was going nuts. Kurt waited and waited imagining all of the things Finn would do to him, all of the things he would say. Kurt just couldn't take it, he was feeling too many things at one time, and it was overwhelming. Then he started to notice that he didn't feel Finn's breath on his face, didn't feel his hands on his waist. Kurt slowly opened his eyes to see a slushy cup hanging over his head. Kurt watched his eyes growing wide and he just couldn't believe it.

Without warning the cup tilted enough to pour all of its contents on Kurt's upturned face. The ice seemed warm compared to Kurt's movements as he wiped the cold corn syrup disaster off his face. Kurt's vision got better and soon he saw two bodies in front of him, one with a blank expression and one with an evil smirk. Kurt's insides turned to fire and ice all at once when he found Puck there with a video camera. Kurt stayed composed when all he wanted to do was scream and pounce Puck and destroy him.

"So lover boy how was the cold shower! Did it allow you to contain yourself?" Puck said laughing and Kurt didn't say anything he turned to Finn with accusing eyes. His eyes seemed to bore holes in the others eyes and he watched as the other cringed. If looks could kill Kurt would've committed two murders right now.

"It was Puck's idea Kurt, I'm sorry." Kurt didn't say anything he just took a step forward and with a smile he pulled his arm back and slapped Finn across the face. He slapped the taller male hard enough to make he reel back in surprise, and then he turned to Puck and got in his face. This was very male-like of him as he stared in the eyes of his tormentor. Kurt didn't say anything and neither did he; he could see the anger in Pucks eyes.

"What are you gonna do fag? You gonna hit me, show me what I did wrong, or do you want me to kiss you." Puck let his warm breath graze over Kurt's cold lips that quickly turned into a sneer.

"I have taste Puck, and you are not on the menu." Kurt said and with that turned around flinging his hair around and letting the slushy hit the camera. He saw smoke come from the camera and Puck scream fuck as he walked away with attitude, with fire. If anyone tried to come near him, they would be the ones regretting it not him.

Kurt pushed the door to his house open and shut it behind him panting his back flushed against the wood. He stared forward and then let out a shriek of anger, a shriek of torment and hate. He grabbed the nearest thing to him, which happened to be a picture frame, and threw it. He heard glass shatter and he continued to scream before he regained control over himself, whenever he flipped out like that he was able to quickly control himself. He sighed and dropped his bag to the side and went to get the broom. He gripped the yellow handle and green dustpan and knelt over the picture. It was face down glass shattered around it.

Kurt flipped the picture over and saw himself as a young child wearing a tiara and his mothers dress. His mother had taken this picture and Kurt sat down the mess still around him. Kurt started to cry at the sight, he wanted to go back to that time. Where things were simple where everything made sense again. He clutched the shattered picture to his chest and continued to cry. Kurt sat there for what seemed like forever rocking himself with the picture to his chest. Eventually he got up and cleaned the mess bringing the picture down with him to his bedroom.

Kurt went back upstairs just to grab his bag then pulled out his homework and did it slowly. He didn't want to rush it; the homework let Kurt keep his mind off of today's events. Kurt felt proud of himself for that slap though, the look on Finn's face was worth a little of the pain. His father was out still, he would be back in about ten minutes, Kurt sighed and finished his homework blasting his music. In exactitudes Burt opened the door and yelled down to Kurt.

"Get your shoes on we're going out to dinner tonight whether you want to or not!" Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, after today eating out wouldn't be a horrible thing for him, he didn't feel like cooking. Kurt grabbed the shoes he had been wearing and walked up to his father who stood waiting for him. "Are you ready to go already? Who are you and what did you do to my son!" Kurt just smiled and walked past his father and into the cold air, the sun had fallen, he heard the door shut behind him. They walked to the car in silence, Burt driving; they drove to the single oriental restaurant in Lima.

Kurt didn't have any complaints; even though the food was bad for the body it was good for the soul. A pretty young girl that Burt would continue to glance at from the corner of his eye seated Kurt and Burt quickly.

"Could you be any more obvious father?" Kurt said continuing to read his menu.

"Oh shut up." He heard his father retort and Kurt just giggled looking over everything. Soon an older woman stood at the edge of their table and it didn't seem like she worked here. When she was glared at by Kurt she walked away but never took her eyes off of Kurt. The waitress came back and took their orders politely, Kurt liked the girl, and she would've made a good friend he thought. "So how was your day Kurt, you seem a little quite." Burt said with concern in his voice for his only boy, even if he were gay Burt would die for his son.

Kurt just looked up at Burt as if he just told his son that he was an alien from a different planet. Kurt realized how bad that made him look and lying might not be an option this time.

"Today was fine, just like every other day in Lima." Kurt said trying to sound convincing, and he failed… miserably.

"So what happened Kurt, did you get slushied a few times?" Burt knew all about the torture that those boys at McKinley put him through. "Come on Kurt you can talk to me you know it."

"Nothing happened today Dad, I promise you." His tone put an end to the subject and knew that his father would be treading on eggshells for the rest of the day. Kurt felt bad instantly knowing he shouldn't snap at his father about it, but he just didn't want to remember. "How was your day today?" He said and just like that any awkwardness was gone and Burt went on and on about the people he had to deal with. There were only a few things that Kurt could get his father to blab about and that were work and the Deadliest Catch. Kurt would ooh and ah at the appropriate times and sounded interested in his father's day, which made things all right.

It wasn't long before Kurt and Burt got their drinks and again soon before their food was served. Kurt just then started to take in their surroundings and liked the layout. The walls were painted a blood red and the ceiling white. The cherry wood floors made creaking noises anytime someone stepped on it adding an antique sound. Kurt loved the feeling of the place, old and wise were the first two words that came time mind. He started to feel better slowly as the atmosphere seeped into his pores. Kurt ate in silence while Burt continued to talk now on the subject of Deadliest Catch.

Kurt didn't hurt right now, but that was because he wasn't thinking about it. He knew when he went to bed, he would be devastated, that he would hurt and cry and never want to wake. But that was still a long way from now and for now he could just enjoy feeling normal. Kurt felt eyes on him and noticed that old lady sitting not to far from them her eyes on him and only him. She had a smile on her face, and Kurt found it creepy in some weird endearing way. Kurt sighed and looked at his father ignoring the woman's stares.

"So the men were about to loose another guy then the captain came in and saved him before he drowned! It was amazing Kurt you would've liked it a lot."

"Oh I'm sure I would Dad." Kurt said trying to be the good son Burt had raised him to be even if that meant lying. Burt went on a completely different track now that Kurt said that, talking about all the things Kurt would've liked. Kurt never really listened to what he was saying but he did try. Kurt finished his meal and waited for his father to finish, Kurt just wanted to leave now. Kurt never really did like staying long at a restaurant after he finished eating, he felt like a free loader or something. Kurt watched as Burt devoured the rest of his food and then he stood up leaving money and then some more as tip.

As Kurt was walking away he couldn't help but feel as though there were something wrong with this at the moment. He stood still for a moment and looked behind him to see the old woman in his face.

"May your life be long, may your dreams terrorize you and may you wake to a new life Kurt Hummel. May the man in your life be strong, break his hatred and you win, break his heart and die with everyone else." The woman spoke in a cold raspy tone and she walked away. Through the whole thing Kurt stood there silent and his father watched the whole interaction. Kurt didn't know what to say, so he said nothing and walked away his father watching him for a reaction. Kurt just acted like it never happened and walked to the car, Burt said goodbye to the hostess and joined his son in the car. The drive back was made in silence.

Burt didn't know how to approach this to his son, he felt like it would just be better with nothing said. He never thought that something would ever come of it.

Kurt put away the last of his skin care products the music singing loudly in the bathroom and bedroom. He exited his bathroom turning the light off on his way out. He turned the music off and the light to his bedroom with it and crawled into his pristine bed. He collapsed onto the comfort it provided him, the security it seemed to give him. He no longer felt weak he felt again like he could shoulder the world, but he knew that if he tried he would fail. He knew in just a moment the pain would come, that he would feel horrible. He waited for what seemed like forever and then there it was, the feeling of a knife in his chest.

He could feel the burn; he could feel it cut him up as he nearly screamed in pain. It had been a long time now that Kurt cried and screamed in his sleep. He was only glad that Burt wasn't able to hear him scream. Because he knew that no matter what the other did that he would feel like this, that he would die. He wanted to just end it, end it all and watch his life flow away from him. Then he would refuse a quick end knowing that it would get him nowhere. He just had to tough it out, no matter how much it seemed to hurt him inside, not matter how much it felt like hew as dieing.

When would it end? When would he be free again, he just wanted to fall in love and have a happy life. But that seemed too much to ask sometimes. He just sobbed it out onto his pillow and fell asleep to never wake up in this life.

'Falling, falling, always falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole that is my life. What have I done?' The wind blew through the Kurt's hair as he fell. Forever falling, forever wishing that he could be free. Going numb, going dead on the inside and no one to bring him back, no one to free him of his pain. He never wanted this; he never wanted to become this way. He never wanted to love the boy he did, he just wanted to live his life the way he should.

When would it all end? When would he be free again, would he ever be free? The thoughts ran through Kurt's head as he wished, as he dreamt. It would never end, it would never let him free of its grasp, never let him go on his path. Not for a long time, not until death was at his doorstep, not until he was able to find whom he could truly love. Kurt's clothes clutched his body tighter than normal; he could see no end as he fell. Why would Finn do that, why would he destroy me?

Kurt could never find the answer, his hair had grown long and brown, it flew back from his face as he continued to fall through the air. Screams sounded and he didn't know what to do, he just let the air take him, let it take him far away from home.

Author's Note: Here's the first chapter of hopefully a long story! I hope you guys enjoyed the story and please review for me tell me what I did wrong. Next chapter things will forever change in the world of Glee.