Positive by MortalityIsAnExpiryDate

AN: You know, last chapter I forgot a disclaimer, but I never really understood why you HAD to have them, I mean really, do I look like Ryan Murphy? Well, I guess you can't see me, but I am not a 46 year old gay man, I am an 18 year old pansexual girl, definitely NOT Ryan Murphy... I am writing this in my basement, when I really should be writing my 1000 word essay on Life of Pi by Yann Martel, not this fic... Anyhow: Mike is a 16 year old gay boy, and my best friend, he is also HIV-positive, and has been from birth. Parts of this fic is his story, the rest artistic licence with a bit of Glee thrown in there, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone sweetie! I do not own Glee, or the stuff I have taken that is Mike's life... And the contents of my pockets are smokes that I didn't pay for (but I do have to pay my friend back who bought them for me), a lighter, and 3 cents, Canadian, and a bit of pocket fluff... Is that REALLY worth suing for? And note: Kurt's schedule is based off of my grade 11 one, except I was in Art when Kurt was in Drama, Christian Ethics when Kurt has Psychology and Film when Kurt has Spanish.

Chapter Two:

Kurt pulled into the McKinley student parking lot and lit up another cigarette and pulled out his schedule.

First Period English, fuck, something that involves thought, second period Drama isn't so bad, followed by French, then Math A30, then lunch, then Physics and then Chemistry this semester. Could be worse, but it is shitty about the first period English. He thought to himself,

Next semester is a bit better. First period Psychology, second period spare, third period Spanish, then Math B30, then Lunch followed by English and History. Both semesters I have to think first thing in the morning, but I'm not really complaining. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a knock on the door of his car, it was Finn.

"What do you want Finn?" he snapped, glaring at his cigarette that went out sometime during his thoughts, so he relit it.

"What classes do you have this year?" Finn asked him

"Just what is required plus Math A and B30, French, Psych, Spanish, and Drama" Kurt replied.

"What sciences?" Finn asked

"What is this Finn, the fucking Spanish Inquisition? If you must know, I took Chemistry and Physics; it is too dangerous for me to take Bio, especially with the dissection part." Kurt snapped, taking a few drags of his cigarette.

"I was just wondering! So, what do you have first?" Finn asked, slightly hurt.

"I have English with Hagberg, I also have both Maths with her, I have French with some new teacher, Psych with another new one, and Spanish and Drama with Schue, and Chem is with another new teacher, Beitse, and Physics with Hagberg too... I have FIVE classes with her!" Kurt snapped, nearly yelling. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, it's just been really rough, I need to go back in for testing next week."

"It's gonna get better Kurt, you'll see." Finn replied

"Are you a fucking idiot? HIV is terminal, I'm not gonna get better, I'm just gonna get worse, here, have my toast, I'm not hungry anymore, and all I did was put some honey on it and shoved it in a bag, so you don't gotta worry." Kurt muttered, shoving the forgotten about toast at Finn as he opened the door, jumping out of his car. He then looked at his car and realized he forgot to roll up the window.

He shoved his cigarette in Finn's face, "Hold this" he said, as he turned back around and restarted his car, holding down the button to roll up his window. Kurt then turned off his car and pulled his keys out, shoving them in his pocket, grabbing his smoke from Finn, who was holding it as far away from himself as possible, he put it in his mouth then opened the backseat door, pulling out his bag, checking to see if anything fell out, satisfied that it didn't he closed the door behind him and hit the 'lock' button on his keys. Kurt started walking towards the school; Finn behind him, munching on the toast, Kurt took one last drag of his cigarette then dropped it and stepped on the butt, firmly twisting his foot to make sure it was out.

"Time to face the mob," he muttered as he opened the doors to the school, meanwhile fumbling with his schedule to try and find his locker number. As soon as he saw the number in the corner he texted Mercedes Ur locker is 3 down from mine, meet # 378? Need 2 unpack & catch up, havent seen u in 3 weeks Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and went to his locker, digging out his lock once he got there, and started unpacking his stuff. He was bumped and his "pencil case" fell out of his bag, and Santana picked it up.

"Wonder what Prancy Smurf has in the bag?" she asked, smirking.

"No Santana, don't, please—" It was too late; she already undid the zipper, and opened it. His marijuana. She took it out, but shuffled closer to his locker, almost touching him.

"What the fuck Hummel, you don't bring this shit in the school, you keep it in your fucking car!" she furiously whispered in his ear. "What will your dad say if you get caught?"

"He knows Santana, it's medicinal." Kurt said back

"Prove it." She said in reply, so he took the bag from her and pulled out the photocopy of the prescription that he had to keep on him. He showed it to her.

"Your dad's my doctor." He muttered

"But that means—" She gasped

"Shut up Santana, you and Finn are the only ones who know, I would prefer it if the students just saw me as the drugged up gay kid in glee club." Kurt said back.

"But Hummel, this is BIG, who'd you get it from and when?" She grilled him.

"My mother, when I was born, I'm one of the 25% of kids who get it at birth because their mom's aren't on medication, I'm also a fucking drug baby, happy?" He snapped, slamming his locker door shut when he was done unpacking his stuff, he took out his English binder and shoved it in his bag, taking the little bag from Santana's hands and zipping it shut, shoving it in the bottom of his bag, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly and placed it in his bag, being careful not to squish his cigarettes.

He walked away, heading to the English room. Kurt sighed, it was going to be a long day, and he knew all of glee club was going to know he was positive by the lunch hour.

Sure enough, when Kurt walked into the choir room at lunch, reeking of weed, everyone was waiting and staring at him, Mike, Tina, Mercedes, and surprisingly Puck had tears in their eyes. Unsurprisingly, Rachel was already crying.

"S'up guys?" Kurt asked, nonchalantly. That did it, Tina, Puck and Mercedes burst into tears. He dug his lunch out of the McDonalds bag and held out the fries.

"McDicks fries anyone?" He asked. Puck looked at him like he was crazy.

"We just find out that you're dying, and you ask us if we want McDicks?" Puck questioned.

"Uhhhh... Yeah, pretty much." Kurt shrugged. "I mean, I've known I was dying since I was six, you get used to it. And I didn't tell you guys because I didn't want you to be my friends just because I was 'the sick kid', you know?" That did it, Rachel snapped.

"You're not just the sick kid Kurt! This isn't something you can brush off like diabetes or cancer! HIV has a 100% fatality rate!" She screamed at him. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

I go for piercings and tattoos knows I'm positive, and I am ordered BY A DOCTOR to smoke weed before every meal." Kurt just grinned. "You learn to take life day by day, and if I want a tattoo or a piercing, I go out to Fort Wayne, so no one in Lima knows." He took a deep breath. "The hardest part to deal with is the cravings. Did you know that I have cravings that are 16 years old? I still crave heroin, even though the only times I've had it was when my biological mother shot up every fucking day." He brought out his burger and opened it, checking under and on top of all the patties before getting rid of the pickles, and then bit into it. In reality, Kurt was freaking out on the inside. He was panicking, what was he going to do? Could he transfer schools? But then he'd lose all his friends, but if he didn't leave and lost all his friends anyway, then they weren't really his friends to begin with. He chewed, swallowed, then looked up at everyone.

"So, am I going to have to transfer, or can I stay?" He asked.

End Chapter Two

AN: so that is it, longer than chapter one... About 1350 words... So I'm not gonna beg for reviews, but it would be nice, and I will NEVER hold a chapter hostage, but really people, it has been just over 3 hours since I posted the first chapter, and 5 people have alerted, but only 2 reviewed, oh! And feel free to review in simple French, very simple French, as I understand enough to muddle along... I'm Canadian, so I HAD to take it for 5 years, but chose to take it for an additional 3... I will reply in English though, because I cannot write in French with proper grammar, only read and speak it.