You guys have no idea how hard was to choose a song… that's why I choose like 4… You'll get it... But the duet will be just one...

Hope you enjoy it.

XOXO

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It was another not-that-beautiful morning and, for some reason, I was looking for to see Kurt – Yeah it was already Kurt… On my mind at least. On my way to Spanish class I spotted him. He was in tight white pants, pink top and a white hat. He looked beautiful – I know, I just said Kurt looked beautiful but he did, and it's not like anyone is going to find out about it. I went to his locker to talk to him. "Hey Hummel, did you choose one of the songs?"

"I'm between two: 21 Guns and Amazing. You can choose it."

"… I have Spanish class right now, can I answer you at lunch?"

"Sure"

I went to class and I couldn't pay attention. I kept playing the songs in my head. It was a really hard choice. I thought about arrangements and how our voices would sound together. Spanish class was over and I still couldn't choose between the songs. I had math class and, as usual, I made my way to the nursery. Another thing people don't know about me is that I'm actually good in math, that's why I don't go to classes. It's too easy. Not that I'll ever tell anyone about that, I have a reputation you know?

Lunch came and I still had no idea what song to choose. "So, Noah, have you choose one song?"

"Not yet."

"Let me know okay?"

"Sure"

Kurt went to the table with the rest of the glee club while I made my way to the jocks table. "Hey guys, what's up?"

"Why were you talking to that fag?" I hadn't noticed how offensive that word could be until that moment. "We have to do a thing for glee together"

"Right…" I could see that the guys didn't believe, but, hey, it was the truth.

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After class I stayed at school. Sarah would stay at school a bit longer and I didn't want to go home. The less time I spend at home the better it is. I went to the choir room to play a bit... It's always silent there and I had nothing better to do. I started playing my guitar.

I wake up, put my poker face on
It's roughly the same hand
I was dealt yesterday
I stand up and stare out at the skyline
It's roughly the same town
That I saw yesterday

Living doesn't come first try
It takes a lifetime getting it right
It takes a lifetime to learn how to sing
To find my place in the worlds symphony
To become the man today
The man I thought I could be

That's when I heard someone crying, not crying, maybe sobbing. Any other day I would've ignored the sob, but I felt my heart ache. The sobbing was getting closer and I needed got out to see who was sobbing. Now, I'm not the kind of guy that holds a person while they're crying. I only did that to my sister when she would wake up in the middle of the night crying, first missing our father and later because of a nightmare. She was the only exception – until that day. When I opened the door I saw Kurt, his face red, his hair a mess. He looked at me and started crying harder. He leaned against the wall and sat on the floor. His things falling to the ground and he didn't even cared. I had never seen him like that.

"Hummel? Hummel? Kurt! What happened?" He just looked at me and said nothing. I could see pain in his eyes. The only thing I could see was pain in his eyes. I didn't knew what to do so I sat next to him and just put a hand on his thigh. After a couple of minutes – that felt like hours for me – he started calming down. "The jocks… th… they followed me after class and…" he started sobbing again "pus... pushed me towards the dumpster when they got there they took all my st... stuff and throw it on the floor and then th…" he started crying once more. I hugged him. That was the only thing I knew to help people stop crying. He looked at my arms around him and calmed a bit, going back to sobbing. "they started pushing me and saying that I was a fag, that I was going to infect the boys with my gayness and that if my mother wasn't already dead she would die from discontent and th…" He took a dip breath "they said that me being gay was what gave a heart attack on my father and then they picked me up and threw me on the dumpster, no…" another deep breath "not before opening all the trash bags" He, then, hugged my arms like they were his life saver.

"Calm down, Kurt. They are not worth your crying. You know that what they said is not truth, your father loves you. And I'm sure your mom would be proud of you. You can't allow them to get inside your head. That'll mean they won. They can't win Kurt, they can't" He had already stopped crying and sobbing, but he was still holding my arm tight. I realized we were still on the ground, in the middle of the hallway. "C'mon, I'll get you home. We can't stay here."

"Can you stay with me till my father comes back from the shop?"

"Sure, don't worry"

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The way to Kurt's house was silent. He seemed better but I could not keep my mind out of what the other jocks had said to him… I couldn't believe someone would be so heartless.

We got to Kurt's house and he took me to his room. That was on the basement (go figure) and sat on his bed. "What you wanna do?"

"I don't know, Kurt… may watch a movie?" His eyes got wide. "Did you just called me Kurt?"

"Yeah… it's your name, isn't it? But if you want to I can go back calling you Hummel"

"Nah, it's okay. It's just different… And, thanks. You really helped today…"

"That was nothing… Those guys are complete dicks… they're just stupid."

"What do you think about us playing 'guitar hero'?"

"You have to ask?"

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I swear to you… I tried and I tried but Lifetime fits so perfectly on the beginning…

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