Kurt awoke to the annoying sound of his alarm, blaring on his nightstand. He groaned and rolled over, slamming his fist onto the snooze button. His eyes strained as he read the time. Ugh, why does the school board insist that students get up by the crack of dawn? Kurt remained in bed contemplating what he would wear today; whether or not he had completed all of his questions for geometry; if he didn't appear at school today, would anyone miss him? Each thought was increasingly more and more dismal. He rolled over onto his side, when it struck him: His sheets were missing. Kurt immediately sat up in bed, wondering if he had balled them up during his REM cycle. He glanced across the way to the laundry room where a faint green light shone on the washer. It all came back to him.
Last night… that… what was that? Kurt had never experienced anything like that. Not only that, but he had never even… he had never been with someone intimately. That was the first time he had ever fantasized about anyone in a sexual way. Sure, he had a crush on Finn, but nothing would ever amount from that. Finn was with Rachel, one of Kurt's best friends. And Kurt would rather not lose any friends at the moment, seeing as how few he had. Even though homosexuals seemed to attract the greatest crowd in the movies and television, it would appear that the high school setting was different.
Kurt removed the comforter and crossed over to the washer. He switched the load over to the dryer, placing several beautifully smelling dryer sheets. Mmm, they might wrinkle whilst I am at school. And that is why man invented the fluff cycle. The thought seemed to lighten the mood, as Kurt turned away to his (rather large) closet, picking out an elegant ruffled top, tight white jeans, and a matching black beret. I'm feeling French today.
After a brisk shower, a rejuvenating cleansing facial, and of course the brushing of his teeth, Kurt was finally ready to meet the world head on. He picked up his satchel and headed up for breakfast. Today, he decided on some regular Greek yogurt and a few strawberries. After finishing his brisk breakfast, he was off.
The school was bustling with excited jitter and the faint aroma of coffee, energy drinks, and caffeine were heavy in the air. Kurt parked in his normal assigned spot in the northern lot. Being 16 and a sophomore had its privileges. One of them being that he had access to the car and the ability to drive wherever gave Kurt a sense of responsibility- a sense of independence. He locked the car and marched to the school with his head held high. Today will be a good day.
McKinley High was definitely a normal high school. As Kurt made his way to his locker, he passed by several different cliques, all comprised of extremely similar people. He felt like he attended the high school from Mean Girls, only he wasn't a slut who walked around in heels with extremely large calf muscles. Nor did Kurt lead the life of a "baby prostitute" like Lindsay Lohan. But damn, he wouldn't mind going after a handsome fellow like Jonathan Bennett. Shaking off the beautiful image, Kurt finally arrived at his locker. Much to his surprise he had a small gathering around his locker. Wondering what was going on, Kurt moved through the crowd as to get a better look, only to be shocked at the sight.
The locker was normal, with the exception that the letters F-A-G had been singed right down the middle of the door. Kurt stood in shock and dismay. He couldn't believe at the atrocity that someone would do that. Several people sneered and a couple even laughed. It was not long before Principal Figgins came walking down the hall and saw the gathering of people. He broke through the crowd and was just as startled at the sight as Kurt had been.
"All right, everyone get back to your classes now!" shouted Figgins. As the crowd started to break up and return to their classes, Figgins turned to Kurt and said, "Hummel, my office now."
Kurt was still in a state of shock that before he knew what he was doing he was seated in the principal's office. Figgins closed the door behind him and made his way over to his desk. "Mr. Hummel, I can see one of two scenarios that happened to that locker. Neither of them is very encouraging. The first option is that you burned that word into the door to arouse sympathy for your angsty teenage self-"
"You think I did this?" Kurt's face was hot with anger at this serious and outrageous claim. "Principal Figgins, my life may be unreal to some and traumatizing to others, but I would never use such a derogatory term!"
"Mr. Hummel, I have not finished." the principal said with a smooth tone. He clearly did not believe that option one was the case; however as a principal he needed to cover all angles, including the one that seemed the least likely. "I know you have had some troubles with certain students. And while I think it is unlikely that you are the cause of this, it is my duty to institute an investigation. Your activities will be monitored and I'm sorry to say that your after school activities are to be withdrawn until the investigation is complete."
"What? You're taking Glee away from me?" Kurt's mouth dropped. He would be without his friends, without a place to be himself, without a place that made him feel safe. "Please don't Glee away from me Principal Figgins. Regionals is just around the corner and they can't compete unless we have all twelve!"
Figgins's raised his brow as though he were to change his mind, but quickly squashed Kurt's hope with a shake of his head and a firm, "No." Kurt sat back in his chair completely defeated; it was as though someone had ripped a whole in his chest and removed his heart. What would he have to look forward to? How could he escape an afterschool encounter with Karofsky and his army of football homophobes? Tears began to swell behind his eyes, but he held them at bay.
"Well, if we are done here, I would like to return to class." Kurt said with his head promptly held up by his hand. Figgins nodded, quickly informing him that the investigation would only last a few weeks. As Kurt was walking out, he heard Principal Figgins dial Mr. Schuester and inform him that Kurt would not be at rehearsals for quite some time.
Kurt left the office with his head held high, but with what felt like an arrow in his heart. He did not return to class at first. Instead he rushed to the boy's bathroom, releasing all of his pent up emotion. Once his eyes had dried and his hands had stopped shaking, he collected his things and decided to head to class. The bathroom door swung open normally, but the sound that came afterwards was not normal.
"Oh son of a bit-!"
As he exited the bathroom, Kurt saw a man on the floor covering his face with his hands. Kurt quickly kneeled himself beside the anguished man asking, "Oh my God are you alright? Here let me see!" The man slowly rolled over on top of Kurt's lap and removed his hands.
Kurt let out a small gasp. The man from yesterday! "You!" which came out unexpectedly, but seemed to the trick because the man simply just laughed. The man moved off of Kurt's lap, sitting across from him.
"Ha, yeah me," the man said with a hand over his nose. He continually removed his hand from his nose, checking for blood. When he was sure he wasn't, he looked up at his attacker, smiling again. "We need to stop meeting under circumstances that involve pain."
"Are you okay? I am so sorry for that." Kurt stood up and offered a helping hand that was accepted almost immediately. He then turned about and frantically picked up all of the loose papers and books that had scattered. When he noticed something, one of the items on the floor, was a sweater that looked exactly like the one he had lost yesterday. He picked it up handing it all back to the man. "I have a sweater just like that. Or at least I did."
"I can explain," said the man who kept the sweater out. "I was in the bathroom after your slushie incident. I would've emerged and said something but you seemed like you wanted to be alone." He handed the sweater back to Kurt, who took it without breaking eye contact. "You left it on the sink to dry. I took it home and washed it twice with a hint of bleach and Oxiclean. I hope you aren't allergic to any scented products because that's all we have at my house."
"No, nothing like that, no allergies. And thank you very much. It was my mother's. Just a little piece I have left of her." Kurt held the sweater close at that last bit, looking solemn, before returning to the man's sight.
The man smiled, "You are very fortunate indeed; your mother loved you very much and had wonderful taste in clothes." He turned and was about to leave, but stopped short. "I'm Blaine by the way. Blaine Anderson."
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." said Kurt through a rather large grin. And just as introductions had been made, the bell finally rang and the hallway swelled with people. Kurt tried to keep a fix on Blaine, but he had disappeared into the crowd. Blaine. What a beautiful name, for a beautiful man. I suppose today isn't a loss after all.
