Set after "Eclipse" and the Season Two finale of GLEE. I haven't read "Breaking Dawn," so nothing in this fic is relevant to anything that happens in that book.

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Not One Of Those People – Kurt's Point Of View

"Okay. Okay, Kurt. I get it. Alice is fabulous. Whatever."

I smirked. "I don't detect any jealousy in your tone, do I, 'Cedes?"

"Hell to the no, white-boy. I'm not jealous. I'm just sick of hearing her name over and over. You've talked about her so much I swear you've turned straight, fallen madly in love with her, and broken up with Blaine."

"My dear Mercedes," I laughed, shaking my head. "I have a place in my heart for you that Alice Cullen will never be able to steal. You are the best friend I've ever had, so don't worry. I'll be thinking of you when I'm shopping with her."

"Get back to Ohio, Kurt," Mercedes sighed. "I miss you."

I smiled. "I know. I miss you too. Tell everyone – and Sam – that I said hi. But I've gotta hang up now, so I can talk to Blaine before Alice gets here."

"You're about to break up with him. I know it."

"You are too funny." I hung up and dialed Blaine's number. After I pressed the call button, I exhaled and blushed the way I did every time I called him – my wonderful boyfriend. "Hello, Blaine Warbler," I sang.

"Hey baby, I thought you might be calling."

"What do you mean?" I was curious.

"I mean that I can read your mind," he teased, and I giggled.

"Don't be silly, Blaine. You know people can't read minds."

"I'm just playing with you," he flirted. "So what's up? How's Forks?"

I crinkled my nose. "Gross. It rains all the time, and half the people that live here have probably never even heard of Broadway."

He laughed. "So you wanna come home?"

"Well, no. Bella's kind of like Eeyore, but I want to be here for Carole and Finn. It matters to them. I've told you about the Cullens, right?"

"Yes you have."

"I'm going shopping with Alice in a few."

"Wish I could be there with you. Have fun."

"I wish you were here too," I sighed longingly.

"You're so cute. Try to enjoy Forks. It's not all that bad. I've actually done a little research. Forks is great for fishing. And there's lots of rumors and legends about vampires and werewolves."

I shuddered. "Creepy. This place is a stinking ghost town. Anyway, Alice will be here any minute now. I gotta go."

"I love you, Kurt. So, so much."

My lashes fluttered shyly, and I managed, "I love you, Blaine."

We kissed each other through the phone before I hung up. I left the room with a skip in my step, and found Dad sitting in front of the television set. I kissed his forehead. "Hey, Dad. Where's Carole?"

"She and Finn went down the street to visit some old friends. Bella's out somewhere with Edward. Charlie's having lunch with a buddy from the station."

I could sense some discomfort in his tone. Something was up. I knew it was. I knew my dad.

"Is something wrong?" I asked in a nurturing tone.

"Yeah." Dad grabbed the remote and muted the television. He took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I had a talk with Charlie last night. Apparently, only a few weeks before we got here, there was a lot of crime going on in the area. More than usual. It wasn't as much here in Forks as it was in Seattle and the bigger cities in Washington, but still, it was pretty close by."

"What kind of crime?" I was curious.

"Murders and disappearances. A guy would leave his house at night, and his parents would never see him again."

My eyes widened. "And, why didn't Charlie say anything before we came?"

"He says it's stopped," Dad assured me. "Now, I'm fine letting you go shopping with Alice. I just want you to be safe. It makes me so worried, you know, having you go so many places out on your own at times like these. I know Finn leaves the house all the time, but I can't stop him. He's practically a grown man –"

"I'm practically a grown man too, Dad," I reminded him.

"I know, I know." He clasped a protective, masculine hand to my shoulder. "I love you, Kurt. And I know I sound like an idiot saying this, but I wish I could send you everywhere with a can of pepper spray in your pocket the way Charlie does with Bella. You know, so you can protect yourself."

"I'll be fine," I promised with a smile. I was gay, but I wasn't helpless. At least, I didn't think I was helpless…There was a knock on the door just as Dad pulled me into a tight embrace. "Must be Alice," I said, going over to the door after the hug was over. I opened it and gave the shorter-than-Rachel girl a European-styled kiss on both of her cheeks. I could have sworn that she'd closed her eyes and breathed me in while I did so. Hmm. Must have been that body wash from Victoria's Secret. She observed my navy blue waistcoat and flashed a beautiful smile.

"You look adorable," she told me.

"Thanks." I put my hands on my hips and held my nose high. "It's a little more down-to-earth than the usual choice. But this is Forks, so I thought it was appropriate."

"You'll only be a few hours, right, Kurt?" Dad wanted to make sure.

"Yes. I'll call you," I promised, and I left the house with Alice. We got into her yellow Porsche and were on our way to the mall. "How can you and your family stand Forks?" I asked her. "You're all so fabulous, and this place is kind of drab."

"We've overstayed," Alice sighed. "We're going to leave very, very soon."

I looked at her. "You are?"

"Yes," she replied. "We move every few years, and the process starts all over again."

"Process?" I raised a penciled eyebrow.

"We start over. Make a new life," she clarified.

"Oh." I nodded and gazed out the window. We arrived at the mall and went to Forever 21 right away. We glided through the aisles, daintily tossing outfits over our shoulders at each other to see if the other would like them. I liked everything she threw at me, and she practically danced through the store as elegantly as a ballerina might. Her skip put my strut to shame. She smiled and waved as we went our separate ways: I to the boy's fitting room and she to the girl's. Alice must have been a psychic because everything she'd chosen for me was perfect. It was like she just knew. I worshipped her. I left the fitting room with the attire draped lightly over my arm, and my chin lifted confidently in the air. I removed my hat, revealing my soft, shimmering brown hair.

When I approached the counter to pay for my new clothes, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around and saw them. Black as night. They made my stomach do flips. They belonged to a monster of a man – maybe even bigger than Karofsky! – with white skin and a black hood. He smirked wickedly and licked his lips. Probably delighted by some homophobic joke he'd come up with in his head. Either that or – no. Never mind. Just because I knew one closeted Neanderthal with the hots for me didn't mean that every scary man I met wanted to get in my – ew. I didn't even want to think about it. The very idea gave me gas pains. I suddenly wished I had that can of pepper spray Dad was talking about.

I met up with Alice and we went to the food court. Alice didn't eat anything, of course. She said she'd had a big breakfast, so she just sat there and watched me eat. I wondered why the Cullens never waited to eat with their company. I helped myself to some fast food, which I usually didn't fill up on. Not since Coach Sylvester had commented on my "pear hips." But I wasn't focusing on calorie intake at the moment. The man I saw in Forever 21 left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Five minutes after having finished eating, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I came out of the stall and went over to the sinks, washing my hands and modeling in front of the reflection.

Then came the sound of two locks unlatching and doors opening forcefully. The aggressiveness behind the action caused a terrified squeal to escape my lips and my eyes to shut tight. It reminded me of Karofsky and Azimio. "Dave…" I whispered faintly, but decided to open my eyes when I realized that the two men weren't going to touch me. They watched me, though. And they were just as scary as the man in Forever 21 was. One of them was sickly and forbidding, and the other one was around my age, handsome but still intimidating. They did not speak, but they terrified me. They weren't as big as the man in Forever 21. They weren't even as big as Karofsky. But the sickly one glowered at me from behind cold, pale eyes, and the other sneered as though he was better than me. And for some strange reason, I couldn't help but feel as though they knew who I was. They knew something I didn't, and held that advantage over me. I thought they would never leave, but eventually they did. I had to stay there in front of the sink for a few more minutes, breathing in and out to relax and calm myself down.

"You're alright," I whispered. "This is your summer. No one can touch you."

"Kurt?" said the voice of a very worried Alice. And then she came into the men's room! "Kurt, are you alright?" she asked, noticing the look of trauma on my face. I closed my eyes as my heart rate slowly got back to normal, and nodded.

"There were these men," I explained. "They intimidated me."

"I'm so sorry," she apologized in a nurturing tone.

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's alright. It's not the first time it's happened."

Alice pulled me into a hug and said soothingly that she would take me home. I sat in the Porsche with the back of my wrist pressed to my lips, terrified, wondering what was going on in the minds of those men I'd encountered today. Dad was right. He told me the world is a dangerous place full of sick, twisted people. People like them. I was gay, so people liked to say that there was something wrong with me. But there wasn't. I didn't go around intimidating and being cruel to people. I didn't insult or harm anyone. I was not the horrible person that people liked to say I was, and to say that everyone like me was. Dad promised me that no one pushes the Hummels around. Not even men like the ones I'd met today.

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Author's Note: I've actually finished writing the next three chapters for this story, so expect to see those soon. But before I post any of the next few chapters, I am first going to post two new chapters for my "Senior Year" Glee fanfic. Those will be up at some point this week, I'm hoping. I've been working on that story for a few months now, and have almost finished writing chapter ten. Only two are posted. This story's fairly new. I will be posting for this one every week, though. So by the end of the week, expect to see chapter five. Can't wait for the Glee Project tonight! If you don't want to know who the celebrity cast member/guest judge is going to be tonight, don't keep reading, but if you do, go on: Harry Shum Jr.! Exciting! It bugged me that there wasn't an episode last week.