II

~ William McKinley High School ~

Kurt was already up and early out of bed at seven in the morning on Monday because today was his first day of High School in Lima. After his less than welcoming visit to the mall last Saturday, he hadn't cried, he hadn't bawled and he'd certainly not told his father that the town he'd brought him into was most likely a small minded one. He didn't want to ruin Burt's buzz because by the looks and sounds of it, his father was very much looking forward to working at the garage in town. It was clearly etched on his face and Kurt didn't want removing it on his guilty conscience because usually when his father was happy and content, he was able to get away with much more than the norm, which in the end probably explained the high sums of pocket money he was occasionally given on some months, something he was very much pleased about.

School was set to commence at eight in the morning and Kurt had showered, styled his hair and hydrated, soothed and protected his skin with a dollop of moisturizer. He'd applied a subtle amount of lightweight tinted moisturizer to add sheen and glow for a natural complexion, as well as a dab of concealer so as to not make it too obvious but to successfully brighten and minimize the dark shadows around his eyes. It was certainly a lot less coverage than he used to wear. Back in his early teens he'd suffered from very oily skin and subsequent severe acne, and it hadn't been until he'd undergone an excruciatingly dry six month course of Accutane that his skin now resembled how it looked during his childhood: youthfully clear, blemish free and something else that the drug had left him with, a light phosphorescence that could only be described as a milder version of Twilight's Vampires in the sun.

Now however as he now stood in front of his wardrobe, scanning his clothing rack, he pondered the evolution of its appearance. His style had very much changed from middle school and he hadn't known at first but his fashion sense seemed to have dimmed down in the flamboyance sector with more fitted, care free and comfortable yet stylish looking clothes lining the rack. Gone were the bombastic bow ties and peacockish broaches, in fact there was nothing really ostentatious about anything in his wardrobe. All there was room for was style. With everything else in years gone by he'd also since thrown out any pieces of jewellery he had owned including necklaces, bracelets, pendants, rings and the embarrassing tiara collection he had a few months ago. Oh my God, tiaras, really?! He thought as he cringed to himself. Thank god I still produce testosterone because otherwise I'm pretty sure my balls would have dropped off by now.

As Kurt pulled out a pair of blue skinny jeans, a red Lacoste polo shirt and a Cross Hatch cream outerwear jumper along with white everyday canvas plimsolls, he eyed himself in the full-length mirror. His outfit wasn't that masculine but it wasn't overtly feminine either, it was just right. First impressions meant the world to people and when it came to your first day at school for Kurt, nothing was more important. You look good, he thought to himself as he did a one eighty and then a three sixty degree turn, his eyes never leaving his figure. Well coordinated outfit and all. Once had had broken his gaze from his reflection, he checked his black Visconti school bag to see that he had all he would need including his pencil case, note pad, folders and every other school accessory imaginable before slinging it over his shoulder and breathing silently to himself.

"Kurt, we have to go!" Cried out Burt from his door, the boy's eyes flying wide open as his body jumped from the sheer volume in his father's voice. It certainly was a tone to kick him into high gear, especially since he'd returned to gusying up in the mirror for any faults in his apparel. Curse today's hold on him. "If you want to be on time we've got to head out! You don't want to be late on your first day otherwise you'll be known to everyone as the late one for the rest of the year!"

"I'm coming, I'll be up in second, just hang on!" replied Kurt as he dashed towards his vanity where his Antidote cologne for men by Victor & Rolf was neatly located. He had admitted that he hadn't been one for fragrances in the past, citing them as unnecessary, expensive and key instigators of countless headaches but after he'd been given for his birthday present Glamorous Magnolia, Gorgeous Gardenia and Gracious Tuberose, all from the The Garden Collection by Gucci Flora, he'd relented. He could quite happily wear perfumes concocted for both men and women, depending on his mood and time of day and had been pleasantly surprised to find out that his grandmother had done the same.

She had claimed that all she ever wore were fragrances for men to render herself and her presence, a sense of strength and power, which Kurt thought to be perfectly understandable. Now however as he spritzed the refreshing and sun kissed yet warm and bewitching aroma behind his ears and on his neck, he couldn't help thinking about her and her signature scent which had blended into everything as a parting gift to the house. I wonder what I'll leave behind, he thought as he felt the cool liquid trickle down his skin until the scent began to explode with vibrant colors before putting it down and racing to his door.

"I'm getting into the car then," stated Burt as Kurt bounded up the stairs of the basement and shut his door behind him. All the small amount of furniture and other belongings from Columbus had taken some time to get organized into their appropriate places but by the time Sunday evening had rolled around, everything had been officially settled into their new home. "Remember to check that you have everything you need alright son. I don't want you saying you've forgotten something and have to come walking all the way back because you haven't been careful enough. I know the school is only fifteen minutes away but try to avoid it anyway."

"Don't worry, I triple checked everything last night," assured Kurt as Burt shut and locked the door behind them before they both walked towards the Navigator, it's shiny black coat heavily reflecting the bright morning sun. Kurt had to be careful at times. The ray's reflections could be blinding. "It took me ages to get to sleep last night. Not because the room or the bed was uninviting but because today is pretty much going to determine a lot for me and what that might be sort of scares me."

"Why? Are you not looking forward to it?" Asked Burt as he unlocked the car and climbed in, his son following suit. Usually Kurt would drive himself anywhere but because he didn't know the town very well and because today was already dangerously high on the nerve scale, it was best for the boy not to get behind the wheel. "Are you afraid you'll get bullied? Because son if that happens, don't go hiding it from people the teachers or me. That's a fatal mistake everyone does and it's often too late when the damage has already been done by the time they confide for help."

"Yeah I'll try not to keep you in the dark," relented Kurt as they peeled out of the driveway, the journey to the school commencing as Burt picked up speed. Yet the faster they went, the louder Kurt's heart thumped. "But I'll only let you know when I know I can't sort it out successfully on my own okay dad? It's just that I'm seventeen now, you know a sophomore and I want to express my maturity through dealing with my problems on my own. Do you understand?"

"You sound just like your mother," chuckled Burt, Kurt's eyebrows raising themselves into a high position as his father cast him a glance and burst out laughing, his son then frowning at the amusement. It's not that the mention of his mother caused him to tear up, shudder or to even bring him down. It's just that whenever she was mentioned, Kurt would always look back fondly on her. She had been his best friend for most of his childhood after all. "She'd also do that thing you do with your eyebrows as well. I swear you've inherited more from her and her side of the family than mine."

"Well let's not forget we suspect I inherited your mother's great sense of style and eye for excellent taste in decoration," smiled Kurt as Burt's chuckles subsided to reveal a wide grin in its place. Yes, Kurt's artistic sense had been inherited from his father's side of the family and it was something he treasured dearly. He would hopefully come in handy some day to save his friends and family from hiring expensive decorators. "I mean I might have gotten mom's pale skin tone, lips and alright maybe her sarcastic sense of humor, but the fashion aspect must never go miss. Never."

"What about your eyes Kurt? You can't ever miss your eyes," replied Burt as Kurt blinked and brought a finger to feel the skin around his eyes, powder blue eyes that people had always compared to those belonging to the British actress, Helen Flanagan. When it came to looking in his mirror, his eyes had always gone a miss. He was always too busy looking elsewhere, but occasionally when he had connected with his own stare, he had felt slightly uneasy, as if the boy in the mirror was looking into his own soul instead of the other way around. "You know when you were younger; people would always ask how you came to have such surprising eyes. You were known in Kindergarten as the boy with the baby blue eyes."

"Really?" inquired Kurt in surprise as Burt neared the gates of the school, drove into the parking lot and parked the car in a spare space not that far from the front entrance. The brunet was amazed that it hadn't taken that long but as he thought about it, it dawned on him that his father had purposefully sped and distracted him with mindless chit chat in the attempt to distract him from the day ahead and for that, he was grateful. "I'm so used to them that I guess I they don't pop out with such an obvious nature as they once did. Personally I think blue is blue and my eyes don't look any different from the next blue eyed person."

"Oh be careful there, son," replied Burt as Kurt unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out of the car, shutting his passenger door before peering at his dad through the opened window. Words of wisdom from the father to his good old son? Wait. Why was he calling himself old? "People wouldn't have come up to me and asked me about your eyes if they hadn't been different from the average. I'm telling you now Kurt that that shade you have within you is more than just plain old blue."

"Bye dad, I'll see you at four," giggled Kurt as he stepped away from the SUV, his father backing out of the space before halting when Kurt approached him yet again. "And have fun at the garage. Go fix the towns cars and make grandpa proud." Burt simply beamed at his son in response before turning to head out of the lot. It was an assurance that Kurt knew how to craft when it came to morally supporting his father and since he had done it to him on a regular basis, the least he could do was to actually return the favor.

High school students as well as cars coming in and out of the parking lot were making their way towards their destinations and as Kurt stood rooted to where he had been deposited, he observed William McKinley High School. To tell you the truth there was nothing special about it. The building looked pretty much generic for a school and it seemed, to Kurt anyway, to be lacking in complete character and source of inspiration. It wasn't that he was looking for a masterpiece of architecture, just a little something, but not even that was showing. He was quickly snapped out his thoughts however when the sound of a car beeping its horn was heard beside him and as he looked round, he saw an agitated girl with brown hair and eyes alongside a large almost Jewish looking nose angrily staring at him, indicating that he was currently standing in her parking space.

He waved apologetically accompanied with a shy mouthed 'sorry' before jumping out of the way and making his way towards the entrance to the high school. Students were standing, sitting or chatting by the main doors or either entering the building and heading towards their lockers. The sound of hustling and bustling was thick in the morning air and as the school's logo and mascot loomed over the front entrance, Kurt peering up at the sign; his nerves came back full force. He knew that he had to go to the school office and receive his timetable for his subjects but the thought of entering the building was making it all the more real that he was starting a fresh in a new town and a new school.

As a man with curly hair, a white shirt and tie walked past him and paused, Kurt switched his gaze from the main corridor, which he had just entered to him, his eyes wide with nerves. The man, who looked like he actually worked here, glanced at him before offering him a welcoming smile as he approached. As he did, Kurt continued to observe him and as he neared, the boy found his grip on his bag gradually loosening and his body becoming less and less tense with the thought of help coming his way. I have to get to get used to asking people for that, he thought as the man stopped to stand in front of him, his smile never disappearing. Because honestly how hard can it be.

"Excuse me young man, are you lost?" asked the professor as Kurt blushed whist letting out an amused breathy laugh as he did so. He raised his gaze to the man's expectant face who held out a confident; welcoming hand in which Kurt quickly took up. It was firm handshake, one that had Kurt's arm flailing like a dolls as his muscles melted into jelly. He was so nervous. "I'm Mr. William Schuester, the head of the Spanish department. Have you lost your way? Do you need directions?"

"I need to get to the main school office to receive my timetable but I don't know where it is," he replied, shrugging in confusion as the teacher nodded in understanding, stepping aside and pointing to the office at the end of the corridor. It was hard to pinpoint the exact target through the hoards of students though. He'd figure it out. "Oh thanks. I'm Kurt Hummel; I just transferred here from Columbus which probably explains the deer in the headlights look I'm sporting right now."

"Nice to meet you Kurt," chuckled Mr. Schuester as the pale boy smiled nervously back at him, readjusting the bag on his shoulder he found it cutting into his skin more than usual, which was odd considering thought he had everything he needed, it shouldn't have weighed as much as it did. Wow, he was weak today. "If you find you have Spanish in your set of lessons then we'll most likely be seeing more of each other. I've got to run but it was nice meeting you and I hope you settle in well."

Smiling gratefully back, Kurt waved goodbye to the retreating Spanish teacher who rounded a corner and disappeared. Well he's the first genuinely nice person I met in this town, he thought as he turned around to walk in the direction of the school office. Unlike those pea brain idiots who…oh no, you've got to be kidding. It was just Kurt's luck that the jocks he had come across on Saturday would also come to the very same school he was now attending because the brunet took in the sight before him, he moaned. Ahead of him were some the boys from the mall, all wearing their red Letterman jackets and leaning against a set of the red lockers. They seemed to be encircling someone or possibly two people but he couldn't tell and to be completely honest, he didn't want to know.

He decided that he didn't trust his sense of direction enough for him to take another route, that and not knowing the school at all, so he adopted the same failed tactic he had used on Saturday, making himself as small and as unnoticeable as possible. However as he made his way past them, his footsteps as light on the ground as a hunting cat, his curiosity gave in. He turned to look at the jocks who were by the looks of it were cheering on the very same mohawked punk from the mall. The burly boy was, by the looks of it, in the midst of passionately making out with a Latina cheerleader against one of the lockers. It was most definitely a very heated display of public affection that made Kurt want to violently puke the oatmeal and banana he'd eaten for breakfast.

However, what was worse was that despite them having an audience they had no problem being as forward as possible with each another. One of the Latina's legs had been holstered up by the tanned boy's hand around his hip and the cheerleader would often, and not discreetly by any means, let out soft cries of pleasure as her attacker showered her neck with kisses and merciless strong thrusts from his grinding hips. Savages, he thought as he pulled his eyes away from the disgusting sight before continuing on his way, not wanting the Letterman crowd in front of him to notice his presence. Seriously, they should all be rounded into a pen and locked up so that little kids can throw crumbs of bread at them.

It was strange that the school was allowing this very inappropriate behavior to happen within its own walls but then again, the place didn't seem to look like it enforced many of the rules into the hands of its students. At this rate it was going to be a long three years for him and it was most likely going to test him dearly but he wanted to survive, and survive he was going to do. However as he neared the office, the sign on the wall indicating to the glass partition on the left, one of the jocks within the group noticed his figure and called out, his voice loud as a megaphone in the echoing corridor. Kurt didn't know what to think anymore but he sure had learned from his mistakes, no turning around for their satisfaction this time.

"Hey look everyone; we have a queer in our midst!"

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Glee

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By the time the hands on every clock in the school had struck twelve, it was lunchtime and with that came the stampeding footsteps of ravenous teenagers, eagerly wanting to snag their food and reach their designated tables before anyone else. Of course Kurt had no idea what table he would be welcomed to eat at considering he didn't know where everyone sat, so as he pondered his dilemma, he observed the cafeteria from a safe distance. After he had received his timetable from the school office and made to roll his eyes at the sniggering jocks by the lockers, he had gone to his first set of periods which consisted of American Literature, Earth Science, World History, Physical Education and funnily enough Spanish which did seem to reassure him that little bit more after already meeting the professor who gladly welcomed him into the class.

He hadn't made any friends as of yet considering many of the students he'd studied with had preferred to take in and observe the new kid as much as possible instead of actually introducing themselves. It was somewhat sad in a way that he knew a great deal more about the teachers and the subjects they taught more than his peers did but then again it was only the first day back at school. He'd been secretly hoping that he wouldn't have to share his periods with any of the asshole like jocks that seemed to always point at either him, his clothes or bag and laugh in amusement but luck was just not with him today. What I'm wearing at least isn't cheap fitted trash, thought Kurt as he made to ignore the endless taunting in the form of childish laughter. But then again those idiots aren't even worth my time.

However as it turned out, much to Kurt's great dismay was that he shared homeroom, World History and American Literature with the worst of the bunch: the mohawked retard, who, by the looks of it, was doing all in his power to distract Kurt from his studies with endless bombs of paper projectiles and of course the immature classic, the kicking of his by the time lunch came around, Kurt was relieved as well as exhausted. The façade he'd put on was so hard to keep up and just plainly wore him out that he was glad that he was able to finally distance himself from thick skulled assholes. Yet as he entered the cafeteria he was faced with the new kind dilemma of where to sit.

Typically the new arrival would have been able to make friends by the time lunch came around so that they wouldn't be stuck like this, but since luck wasn't really on his side in the meeting new people successfully department yet again, he would have to either take his lunch and depressingly sit on the toilet just like Kady in Mean Girls, or go munch on a sandwich in the library. Both options of course only served to dampen his spirits and as he joined the cue, the end of the line seemed to come closer and closer until eventually, money was exchanged for a food of plastic. He looked around for anyone he had shared a class with but because the room was so vast and wide, it was almost impossible to see through the sea of chatting and bobbing heads. Shit...

"Come sit with us," said a voice as Kurt jumped and looked behind him to see the girl who he had angered in the parking lot that morning. She had been right behind him but of course he hadn't noticed, his thoughts having already been heavily preoccupied with where to actually eat if at all. "I know what it's like not to actually sit anywhere because you don't know anybody and I only wish I had someone to do the same for me. So come with me and you can eat with us."

"Thanks," replied Kurt as the girl nodded in response before leading him through the cafeteria to a table situated by the window. As they passed the numerous tables on their journey, the brunet noticed that there was a section of the dining hall specifically associated for every single type of high school student including a table for the jocks, the cheerleaders, the preppies, the nerds, the geeks, the pot heads, the emos, the skaters, the slackers, the gangsters, the gamers,

the artists, the band geeks, the drama kids, the punks, the rockers, the Goths, the metal heads, the wannabes, the foreigners, the weird kids and last but not least the actual normal people. This in the end made it that much harder in fact to pinpoint the actual classification of the table the girl had finally reached, but judging by the people sitting at it he'd probably have to go for the loner losers. "About this morning, I'm sorry for having got in your way, it's just all of this is a lot to take in."

"Don't worry about it. It's the first day back for everyone so I think everybody just wanted to make it to school on time," replied the girl as she placed her tray on the table and proceeded to eat her food. Judging by her attire, Kurt could tell that if she were to ever appear on the Fashion Police, not only would she get ripped apart from the likes of Joan Rivers and Kelly Osborne but also every poor viewer in the nation, because not only was what she was wearing hideous, but also eye wateringly revolting. "I'm Rachel Berry and this is Artie Abrams, Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang."

"I'm Kurt Hummel. I've just transferred from Columbus High School," replied Kurt as he started introducing himself to Rachel as well as Artie, who resembled a wheel chair bound nerd, Mercedes a sassy black girl with some serious attitude of the good kind, and Tina who appeared to be an overtly shy Goth like girl who hardly acknowledged or even looked his way. He didn't know whether to take that personally, but he brushed it up in favor of his introduction. "I moved to Lima last Saturday but I haven't really had much time to explore the town and what it has to offer."

"Lima isn't really known for its sights so you might as well save your time and do something better," commented Artie as Kurt moved his gaze to the wheelchair bound boy, who was flicking his empty milk carton aimlessly around his tray. Kurt had once heard that the milk they served in schools never came from cows but from rats, and ever since then he'd been put off by the cartons, always cringing at them in disgust. "I really don't like this town. It doesn't have much to offer and everyone here at this school will always pick on you if you show the slightest hint of being different. It sucks."

"I understand what you mean. When I went to the mall two days ago, these jocks from this school hurled a homophobic slur at me," explained Kurt, everyone at the table widening their eyes. Really not a single one of them should been surprised since it was a typical jock like activity to do, it was in their M.O. after all but to know that the poor new kid here was already putting up with onslaughts of not so nice comments was something that was majorly disheartening to them all.

Yet, not only was it quite a pinch to their hearts when before them was a boy that was not only a new, but also the most innocent and kindest looking creature they'd seen in McKinley for quite some time. Kurt did not look his age at all. He didn't appear sixteen at first glance. More like thirteen going on nine. So youthful. "I mean I tried to get past them undetected but not even being subtle saved me. It was quite shocking, and then to find out they come here made it even worse."

"Who were the jocks?" asked Mercedes as Kurt sighed to himself, picking of his fork and rustling his lifeless salad as he stared at it sadly. The diva may have had an idea of who might have been the culprits but a definite answer was a request in this situation. "If you tell us their names or describe what they looked like then we can tell you who they are. I mean some of them are so dumb that I heard one drove to the airport, saw a sign that read 'Airport left', turned around and went home."

"Oh my God, you're not serious are you?" exclaimed Kurt in amusement as the table burst out into laughter, the sombre mood lightening as the pale boy giggled at the story. Subsiding from their still chuckling faces, Kurt brought himself back to the day and tried to remember his attackers but to be honest, it really didn't take that long. The evil expression on the boy who had shouted the taunt would most likely never leave his mind at all.

"Well, I don't know their names but there was the one who shouted the insult at me. I'm not going to tell me what he called me. It's too rude, but the guy has a Mohawk and he's quite muscled and tanned, in fact I saw him this morning making out with this cheerleader against a locker and I swear, the way they were going at it, it's amazing they didn't fall through the metal doors, get sucked up into another dimension and then got spat out into a scorching hot incinerator."

"Oh you mean Noah Puckerman," confirmed Rachel as she, Artie, Mercedes and Artie shared looks of frightened horror causing Kurt's uneasiness to come back full pelt. Obviously this Puckerman boy was quite the bully in this school judging by his peer's faces and to think he was his latest victim was just icing on the moldy cake that no doubt reeked the same odor as the layers of gel used in the boy's mohawk. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. He's the running back on the football team making his status like sky high in this school and of course, like every other popular person here, he exploits it to his full advantage."

"Yeah you don't want to go pissing him off because he will rip your head off or of course make your school life here a living hell if decapitation wasn't enough for you," continued Artie as Kurt blinked at the seer seriousness in his voice. It really did look like Puckerman was going to be a force not to be reckoned with if he had any chance of surviving. Come to think of it was such a cliché, like a teenage high school film.

There always had to be someone to look out for, real life just had to follow in the footsteps of the movies dramatizing them for audience entertainment. Sadistic shits. "I mean I've never been bullied that much by him because I'm disabled which renders me untouchable if you will. It's hard to believe if even he has standards but then he just goes and proves you wrong by hurting other people for fun. I mean I really don't know what's wrong with him."

"He's an ass licking dick face that's what he is," confirmed Mercedes as Kurt giggled at the not so imaginative insult. He turned around to catch the goings on the cafeteria behind him and as he roamed the hall, his eyes landed on the table that had no doubt been lowered by the devil's minions themselves. "Yeah that's the jock table all right with their stupid Letterman jackets and low IQ riddled minds. The only reason why the girls in the school seem to overlook all the crap Puckerman does is only because, and I'm afraid to admit, he has major sex appeal. That's it."

"He is good looking and because of that he flirts with every single pretty girl in the school," agreed Rachel as she followed Kurt's line of sight to watch Puckerman eat, talk and mess around with his fellow monkey friends. They certainly weren't the most civilized of boys around by far but as Rachel lowered her eyes to Puck's jeans, she couldn't help but bite her lip in interest. Whatever was under there, whatever was hiding itself beneath a centimeter of freaking material was reportedly the largest endowment that had ever been gifted to a McKinley teenage boy.

She hadn't of course seen it, but she'd heard about it and judging by the way his jeans strained occasionally from one particular sitting position to the next, the claims of a mouth-watering bulge seemed to be very much true. Pulling her sight away just in case she was caught staring by Kurt, who was at this time eying her with a curious gaze, as if he knew exactly what she was lusting at, she ploughed on. "He's slept with nearly every Cheerio in Ms. Sylvester's squad and there are rumors circulating that he sleeps with cougars as well when he goes and cleans their pools."

"Ew," cringed Kurt, shuddering at the horrible images of a seventeen year old having sex with women nearly three times his age. Prostitution and pedophilia were honestly not attractive subjects to be breaching over afternoon lunch but considering a high school boy was intertwined in this lifestyle, he couldn't help but become curious. "He must suffer no doubt about it from some kind of sexual disease if he's going to proclaim himself as the school's man whore. I've never heard a teenage boy do that. That's so disgusting plus if you ask me; he's not even really that hot."

"Excuse me?" asked Tina incredulously, as Kurt whipped around to face her, surprised that she was actually talking to him let alone listening to him. Yet the face she was pulling was as if he'd sprouted a large sex toy on his forehead. There she was just gawking at him and as he sat there, shifting uncomfortably yet at the same time deciphering what the problem was, Tina had probably come across the first person around not to find 'sex on a stick' Puckerman attractive. This really was a first.

It had been reputed amongst the many Cheerios and other girls lucky enough to have found themselves in the hunk's bed that not only was he supposed to have been so amazing at 'eating pussy' that one girl had claimed that she had fallen unconscious when she had cum, but that they had never been more wet or fucked hard every which way than by him. To Tina at least, the rumors were definitely intriguing. I would so want him to pilot his jet into my flight path.

Blushing at such a thought, Tina cleared her through and tried desperately to force her skin to resume its usual olive tone of beige. In the end, it was rather easy as she remembered where she'd left off. This Kurt kid not acknowledging a fact. Puckerman was hot. End of. "The boy is steaming hot. How can you say he's not? I mean, he's got an athlete's body, he's tanned and he's got a handsome face that when you're on the receiving end of his flirty winks, you'll just die inside."

"I'm sorry but speaking from a gay point of view, yes I'm gay, I just don't see the attraction. He's obviously a brute with no character or personality and even if he does have something remotely interesting about him, it'll no doubt be something as mind motivating as a levitating frog or a dead strawberry," replied Kurt dismissively, going back to start eating his food as Mercedes smiled in agreement. Witty yet sharp insults from a mouth so sweet looking, it was quite a surprise.

Kurt knew very well that hormones at this stage of someone's life were wilder than any other stage but seriously did that have to have an adverse affect on common sense? He liked to believe he was more sensible than most and what made him want to rip his clothes off and offer himself was not what every other delusional girl wanted. "Besides his jeans are probably infested with nasty critters from his various sexual escapades and where I ask, do you see the attraction in that?"

"I think you're going to be very popular on this table Kurt," chuckled Artie as Kurt raised his head to see that all his new acquaintances were muffling their laughs with their hands, even Tina as she begrudgingly smiled at his jab at the jock. Trough this, Kurt realized his rant must have been said with so much distaste that the comedic side of it had shone through. It shone like beaming spotlight. "Keep bashing the jocks around us like that and you'll never be turned away, ever."

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Author's Note: A warm thanks to everyone already supporting me and my new story. It's good to know that interest is high with this one. Kurt here will not be as flamboyant as in the show but will retain his cute feminine qualities that we all love him for. I know he's interested in fashion but I'm toning it down so it's not as 'out there', simply because I want to write his appearance as more delicately different than cliché/stereotypical homosexual or transvestite.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters from Glee since I don't own the show. I'm not earning money from this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I mean only to please whoever stumbles upon my Love Story.

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