Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters.

"It's this way." Nick told Kurt. It was just after lunch, and they were going to history class. Kurt really hoped they were going to learn something interesting in history.

The teacher introduced him to the class. He awkwardly said hello, and they mumbled hello back.

The teacher started with slides, and everyone hurried to write it down. She talked a lot. He didn't mind though. He knew most of the stuff already. They were only reviewing things. While everyone else wrote all of it down, he summarized by only writing the important things down.

History was still difficult. It was mostly memorization, so it took a lot of work.

He was alright until she decided to call on him. "Curtis, who started the holocaust?" she asked. Kurt blanked out for a second. "Hitler!" He said hurriedly. She nodded, and he felt his nerves bubbling. When history ended, Kurt let out a relieved sigh. He hated getting called on without a warning.

"You have Art next with Jeff. I'll take you there." Nick told him. Kurt nodded. They soon arrived at the art doorway, and Nick gave him a slip of paper. "if you ever need anything, just call me. I'm sure you'll be fine with Jeff, but you never know." Nick said, and left him at the art door.

Kurt walked in the art room. Kurt felt he would probably be fine in the art room. Art was one of those subjects where you don't stress as much. It was easier to understand. There wasn't much to memorize. It didn't matter if a drawing sucked. At least you tried.

He felt okay. The teacher wouldn't suddenly call on someone. She complemented on all the students work. She even helped you give that extra push to make your artwork better. She encouraged trying new things. But she had one fault. She wanted them to express there inner feeling. That meant Kurt.

"You know Kurt, expressing your feelings through art can really help you. If you expressed how you feel about what happened, it might just push you a step forward." She told him. "I'm sorry, but I think you heard incorrectly. My name is Curtis, not Kurt. And I'm fine, thank you." Kurt told her. It didn't seem to help much though. It seemed she just really wanted to help her students, but he just wanted to be left alone.

"The teacher has talked to you a lot today. Is something wrong?" Jeff asked. "Nah. She just wants me to express my inner feelings through art. She just doesn't know what that means yet. She's probably just curious about the new student." Kurt told him. Jeff nodded and smiled.

Jeff was nice. He was a... bubbly person. He was happy most of the time, but also curious. A little too curious for Kurt.

"What animal are you going to pick?" Jeff asked him. Kurt shrugged. "I'm thinking of doing a rabbit." Jeff told him. Kurt nodded. "Rabbits are really cute." Jeff explained. He went on and on about why he liked rabbits for about 5 minutes. "So what did you say you are going to do?" Jeff asked. "I didn't. I haven't picked yet." Kurt told him. Jeff was also forgetful.

After around 5 minutes Kurt finally picked the animal he was going to draw. A cat. Cats are really prideful and stubborn. Some cats trust people right away, some don't. And after a cats been through a lot it takes them a while to trust anyone, if they ever do. He didn't know why, but he felt close to them somehow. As if they understood.

"Oh cool! Your drawing a cat?" Jeff asked. Kurt nodded. "My cousin had a cat once. It died, but before that it was a funny little thing. It was very picky with what it ate. It used to run around crazily, and it liked to chase people. It hid under the table during dinner, and attack people's feet. It was hilarious when we had important guests." Jeff went on and on about the prized kitty, calling him or her 'it'. Kurt didn't like that.

He didn't like the thought that someone wasn't important. He thought that everyone had a purpose. Then he thought of him and wondered if that was his purpose. Kurt felt shivers go up his spine. Although Jeff was pretty childish, he was quite observant.

"Are you alright Curtis? If you ever need to talk about anything at all, you can come to me. I'll listen. I won't tell anyone anything you say, no matter what is bothering you." Jeff told him. Kurt gasped, and looked away. Jeff leaned towards him. "I know life can be hard, but try to go to your happy place. I don't know what happened to you, I just know it's bad. Really bad. The teachers act really weird around you. I know I can help you if you let me. Please, if you don't talk to me about this at least talk to someone." Jeff said in a hushed whisper. Kurt looked down and started sobbing.

"C-call me Kurt when no ones around. Please! I need it. I can't tell you why, but please!" Kurt told him. Jeff nodded with a huge smile on his face. Jeff smiled, not because he was getting somewhere, but because Kurt trusted him enough to tell him this.

Jeff handed Kurt a tissue. Kurt smiled and decided he needed to open up, or he would never heal. "Did you just pull that out of your pocket? Are Dalton boys always prepared for everything. Talk about dapper." Kurt said sarcastically. Jeff's smile grew wide.

"You never know what could happen! You have to be prepared for anything!" Jeff told him. Jeff then proceeded by telling him a bunch of unlikely scenarios that include you needing a tissue. Kurt rolled his eyes at him, and started telling him how unlikely they all were.

"Even if you ever do meet Donald Trump I doubt you would get close enough to put a tissue on his head. And 'you'll need that to wipe up all the mucus in your head'? Really? That's the best insult you can think of? I mean, he's the guy who said he would probably hook up with his daughter if she wasn't his daughter. He's like a pervert version of Hitler." Kurt told him.

"It will happen someday! Just you wait!" Jeff disagreed. Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled. He missed himself sometimes, the old him. The one that didn't care about others opinions of him. The diva, fabulous, gay him.

The bell rang soon after that. Art was over, class was over. He'd have to go to his dorm. He put away his drawing, and his pencil, grabbing his things before following Jeff out the door. As they walked to their dorm Kurt asked, "what do you usually do in the dorm?" looking curious. "We hang out, and do homework. And most importantly... We sleep!" Jeff explained. "Oh! I can't believe it! Sleep? In a dorm? What is this place?" Kurt asked sarcastically.