Chapter two- Change.
'Oh my god...makes that screeching stop' Burt shouts coving his ears with his pillow as his alarm blurs through their bedroom. He hears a soft chuckling beside him. 'It's the big day Burt we have to tell Kurt today about Dalton' she enounces with a sweet tone. They both made their way down stairs to find Kurt cuddled up in the kitchen his knees pulled up to his chin, cradling a huge mug of coffee.
'Hey kiddo you okay?' Burt walks over to his son and pulls out the chair next to him and sits down. Kurt looks up through eye lashes and gives a brief nod as his head drop to his first position 'Son me and Carol have something we wanted to talk about to you'. As he says this Carol strolls through the kitchen and sits next to Burt. She slides her hand over his and gives his hand a squeeze reassuring that everything's going to be ok. Burt looks over to his wife and nods 'You're transferring to Dalton Academy for Boys in Westville about two and a half hours from here. Where really worried about you son you mean everything to us and we want you to be happy and safe.' Kurt just stares at them, clocking his head to the side and arching his eyebrow. 'Kurt honey if you don't want to its fine, we can check out other schools for you, you can board at Dalton to. You don't have to give us an answer straight away, just tell us when you have decided sweetheart' she stood up and kissed Kurt on the head and walked out the room. Kurt stares out and looks up at his dad. And nods his head and points to the Dalton pamphlet and mouths yes and walks out out of the room and slams his door with a bang.
So that when the decision come. He Kurt E Hummel would be experience the life of a teenage boy boarding at Dalton Academy. Kurt looked in the mirror his face ghostly white after hearing the news that he was transferring. He was relived for sure, but he was scared, No Kurt Hummel was petrified. He used to be good with people he was always the one to keep the conversation going, He was polite a well mannered boy with high goals and dreams he wanted to pursuit. Always helpful and understanding he was a true diva, sassy sarcastic and his was out and proud about he was. But now all that's gone replacing it with a heartless boy. He sat down on his bed and thought about things, 1] MAYBE IF I PRETEND THAT AM STRAIGHT NO ONE WILL BOTHER ME. Or 2] ALL I AM A WORTHLESS FAG, I MIGHT AS WELL GET A NICE GIRLFREIND AND JUST HAVE SEX WITH HER AND IMAGINE IT BEING WITH A BOY. Or 3]I COULD BE WHO I AM AND BE PROUD OF WHAT I BECOME, AND IF THEY DONT LIKE ITS THERE LOSE. No defiantly not option 3, this is the new Kurt now he thought smugly. Maybe I should just be quite. Yes defiantly that could work. If I don't talk then they might just forget and there and leave me alone. He got up and grabbed his small suitcase from under his bed, He runs in his bathroom and grabs his toothbrush toothpaste, and he looks under the cupboard and sees his hairspray and hair gel. No why should I bother with my appearance no one will give a shit anyway and just a fucked up depressed worthless piece of shit. This when Kurt Hummel is going to be so far in the closet he's going to be in Narnia he said to himself chuckling about the fact that from now on he's going to be a straight. Actually straight. He hated the fact that he had to hide from who he was. Just because of what happened to him last year. He shivered memory, His eyes going blurry with tears he started to shake violently. He sat back on his king-sized bed and waited a couple of minutes to calm himself down, He stood up and got back to work he ran into his walk in wardrobe. He always had a thing for clothes, Fashion is his life. No was his life he shook back the thoughts and started to pack some clothes. Sweatpants he looked and them and nearly went sick. He grabbed a couple of pairs and grabbed some boxers, T-shirts, socks. He walked over to his suitcase and placed them in not even in the care that they might get wrinkled. Old Kurt would have stood there for hours ironing his clothes, But this was the sacrifice you have to make when you're a worthless fag he thought.
There was a loud knock on his bedroom door 'Hey buddy what you doing' Burt said as he looked around the room. Kurt looked over to his dad, He could see the pain that's he is causing him. He shook his head trying to clear his head as he pointed to his half a suitcase. 'Oh kiddo you all packed then' Burt said quickly and he scanned his sons face for any emotions. Kurt shook his head. 'Well buddy I just wanted to say how much am going to miss you. You're my everything my only child I just I I I.. Love you Kurt more than anything...You understand am doing this for you safety that's all I ever wanted to be safe and sound' he walked over to his broken boy and give him a hug and a kiss to the forehead he turned and headed to the door he turns round to face Kurt his face flashing with emotions 'Tell me when you packed and we can all go down there and settle you in?' Kurt nods and carries on with his packing. Burt sieges wiping his eyes and walks out the room.
