Chapter 1

Kurt stared at the food on his plate in the lunch hall and groaned. Mercedes looked at him, her dark eyes staring deep into his soul. "Can I help you?" Kurt asked, his bitchy tone in place like normal.

"You've not eaten." She states. He's pushing the food back and forth on his plate as though it's just something he can play with. He shrugs his shoulders. "Is everything okay?" Kurt spent most of his life only having his father to talk to, he didn't know how to handle having someone constantly there for him to talk to. At first his and Mercedes friendship consisted of mainly them talking fashion or music, but somewhere along the lines he had let her in. He wasn't too sure when it had happened or why, but he had a friend now. He wasn't too sure what that meant exactly.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." He shrugs.

"You didn't come to Finns for an after Glee club party." Mercedes says. "Where did you go?" Kurt wondered if he had missed something exciting. Normally after Glee club parties (they had one every week after Glee, this normally involved going to one of their houses and just hanging out. Kurt had never invited any of them back to his house) were just spent with them singing more songs, Kurt didn't understand the ritual though he liked it, it felt normal, right... "Kurt!"

"Oh right... Gucci had a sale on." Kurt smiles. "I brought these amazing sun glasses." He says excitedly. There's something in his voice that Mercedes can't quite place. It's false and it doesn't belong in her friends normally happy voice.

"But it's winter now. Why would you buy sun glasses when the only sun you're going to get is in brochures for the Bahamas or something?" Mercedes questioned. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Because I can." He said simply. Mercedes rolled her eyes; sometimes she thought that the boy had more money then sense. "I'm going to class. See you later?"

"Glee rehearsal at four." Mercedes smiles, though inside she is frowning; Kurt is carrying an untouched tray of food to the bin, she watches as he scrapes it in before leaving the tray on the side before he dances out of the lunch hall.

The day goes by slowly. He has Spanish and Mr Schuester smiles at him. Even though he isn't supposed to he always shows special attention to his glee kids, whether its an extra smile or a bright hello. Kurt just shrugs his smile off; he's already an outcast in the school he doesn't want teachers pet to be added to the list of insults he gets when he's receiving slushie after slushie in his face. Kurt doesn't know much about Spanish, only that it's a language he doesn't need to know. He isn't planning on going to Spain any time soon, and if he was to go to Spain he'd have an encourage of publicists, stylists who could just talk Spanish for him. He was going to be someone when he was older. Someone who didn't need to learn Spanish.

He opened his book, propped one arm on the desk and leant his chin against his palm. He stared at the foreign words and closed his eyes. He was tired. He hadn't got in till four and his alarm had gone off a horrid three hours later. His head lulled to the side and soon he was falling asleep. Kurt wasn't too sure what he was dreaming of, he just knew it was dark and he was scared. When someone tapped him on his shoulder he jumped, making a startled noise that had the class erupting in laughter.

"Kurt... are you okay?" It was Mr Schuester. Kurt frowned. Why did he have to look so... puppy like. "Kurt."

"Fine. Sorry." Kurt shook his head. His Spanish teacher didn't look too convinced though. Kurt looked away from his worried gaze and turned to the page he was supposed to be reading. The words he didn't understand made his head hurt.

The lesson passed slowly, Kurt fiddled with his pens, drawing insignificant doodles on work sheets. All the while he could feel Wills eyes on him. When the bell went he couldn't get out of his seat any faster then what he did.

"Kurt... can I see you please?" Kurt wanted to scream. Instead he put his equipment away at a slow pace. He fiddled with the strap of his expensive bag and stared at his teacher as all the students filed out. "Kurt, you know you can talk to me. I'm here."

"What's there to talk about?" Kurt asked, his tone worried.

"You've been distracted lately." Will says, moving around his desk and perching on the corner. Kurt stands in front of him, hands over his chest defensive. "In Spanish it's as though you're not here. You're flunking out on this subject. You know the school curriculum you need an additional language to graduate." Kurt rolled his eyes and Will just stared at him. "It's like you're not Kurt any more. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." Kurt replied. "I'm late for my next class."

"Go... I'll see you in Glee?"

"Yeah." Kurt shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the class. He has a free period and they both know it.

Will sighed as he watched his flamboyant student walk away. He had no idea what had gotten into him; but he was going to find out.