Takes place during episodes 1-3 of season 1,
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Air Gear
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Completely nailing the Glee club audition only to face the queen of annoying, Rachel Berry, was hard to face. Getting a slushy facial and a shove face first into the lockers afterwards was harder. Getting surrounded by a group of jocks on their new AT's in an empty parking lot was probably going to be the hardest. 'Damn… This isn't good. As if facing regular bullying wasn't hard enough right?' Kurt looked around, his hand clutching the strap of his bag tightly. "With these new Air Treks, we're the real kings of the school, right boys?" The voice rode slowly until he stopped in front of Kurt, towering over him. "And there's no one that deserves to eat our dirt more than Princess Hummel." He smirked. Kurt ripped his terrified eyes off of the predators chest and up towards his face, seeing who the perpetuator was. "Puckerman, how glad I am to be graced by your presence." He said in faux confidence. He was terrified of what they were planning. "Oh come on fag, let's see how pretty your clothes are when they're stained with blood." A punch to the stomach had him bent over in pain. "Oh come on princess, I thought you were at least a bit stronger than that." A kick from behind sent him to the ground. Kurt clutched his stomach tightly and curled into himself, grimacing at the dust and dirt being kicked up as the jocks rode around him, landing punches and kicks every so often. The dust stopped and so did the hits. Kurt felt a pair of wheels on his back, "Don't forget this Hummel, we're the kings around here. Better get used to it again. The summer didn't save you fag, it only gave you a break from the pain." A final kick to the ribs and they were gone.
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"I'm fine dad… Just a little sore from Glee practice."
The abuse didn't stop from the jocks throughout the few days since that beating. Locker pushes and slushies to the face were nothing compared to being grinded and burned with the wheels of their Air Treks. The only "good" part of the day was Glee club, but even then Finn and Rachel ran the club and the rest of them were left to the "oohs" and "ahs" in the background. The headaches were getting worse as well, especially when he was getting pushed around and bullied by those who "ran" the school. It was as if he was about to snap, like something was trying to break out. That part scared him the most.
Kurt was never one for violence, preferring a more pacifistic route, but lately with Air Treks becoming popular and the bullying becoming worse, it was if every moment someone else was about to take over. He was not about to let his dad in, seeing as he was already working overtime in the garage and the stress from last year had nearly made him sick. 'Damn neanderthals… I cannot wait until I can just break free from this town…' He simply couldn't have his dad's stress on his conscious. Not with the start of all the drama that was happening in Glee and not with Puckerman riding on his back.
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'Okay Hummel, maybe "Push It" and smacking Finn Hudson, the quarterback and dear friend of all your bullies, 's ass wasn't the smartest idea you've ever had.'
A sharp kick to the ribs earned a groan of pain. "So you trying to sparkle up Hudson huh?" Another kick. Gaga those AT's hurt. "Newsflash, he's as naive as a baby duck and you're still the scum of the school." Puck grabbed his shirt and lifted him off the cold ground, 'Oh, well this is new at least.' He could feel his nose dripping blood onto his precious $120 blue shirt, and his lip splitting and cracking in at least 4 areas. He could barely bring his head up to face Puckerman and look him in the eyes.
The glower rivaled ice.
"Don't forget that we run this school, faggot. We ride here. We fight here. Others bleed on our floors." He dropped Kurt and watched him crumble to the ground. "Don't try to change it, Princess. Try to change yourself." Kurt watched him and the jocks ride away slowly. Oh how badly he wanted to jump up despite the pain and show Puckerman a thing or two as he changed his face with his fists. For a split second, Kurt felt a shiver run through his body and that dark thought disappeared. What was he thinking?
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The jocks had laid off the beatings for a little while after that, returning to the daily slushie like back in the good ol' days. Kurt wasn't sure if it was because Finn and the three cheerios were now integrated into the Glee club officially, or if they were just tired of messing around with Kurt's "gayness". Most likely the former. 'Gaga if only I could stand up for myself…' Kurt walked down the hall towards his locker and his new best friend, seeing her mesmerized by the familiar mohawk copping bully making out with one of the wicked cheerios that joined their club. "Have you ever kissed anybody?" He opened his locker and gave himself a spritz of hairspray to keep his gloriousness in place, "Yes," following up with a snarky, "If you mean by someone the tender crook of my elbow." He put the hairspray down and got a little more serious, seeing as Mercedes was looking down, "No, I haven't… But I want to."
'Tch, Hudson huh?' a voice spiked through his mind. 'What the fu-' Kurt glanced around slightly. His eye catching Puckerman at the end of the hall leaving with Sata- Santana. Learning the origin of the suspicious voice left his mind and his mouth snarled into an ugly grimace, "Okay, stop it right there Mercedes," he scoffed, taking his place leaning against the locker, "We are in Glee club. That means we are at the bottom of the social heap." Mercedes looked at him as he not so jokingly said, "Special ed kids will get more play than we will." She grinned, 'Well that's a start in Operation: Cheer up Queen Aretha'
"The only thing that gets me by is my knowledge that we are superior to all of them." Kurt sent a disgusted look over to the jocks that walked by them, a few of them sending a nasty smirk Kurt's way. He confidently took Mercedes's hand into his elbow, "What are you wearing on our Operation Dakota Stanley field trip?" And okay, maybe he deserved the odd look thrown his way by his friend, I mean what is it with him naming things operation: ?
"Is there a dress code?" She said sarcastically, grinning now. "No, but every moment of your life is an opportunity-" 'to fly' "For fashion." He finished, starting to get scared of the thoughts that randomly entered his mind. "We'll hit the mall after school," Kurt shook off his nervousness and sent her a last glance before turning and walking towards the adjacent hallway, "Meet me at lunch."
"Okay." She answered back.
Kurt didn't miss the longing look she sent him. He also didn't miss the quiet, 'Well fuck' from the back of his head.