Junior Year
On the Saturday before school started, one of Burt's long-time client stepped into the shop with his son.
"Good afternoon, Burt."
"Mr. Anderson, hello" Burt nodded at him, "How are you?"
The older man smiled, "Very well, thank you," Mr. Anderson placed a hand on his son's shoulder, "This is my son, Blaine-Blaine Anderson," the boy grinned at Burt, "Son, this is Burt Hummel."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel."
"Nice to meet you, Blaine," Burt looked outside the window, "oh she's a beauty."
Mr. Anderson stood a little straighter, "An Alfa Romeo from 1935. I got it a couple of weeks ago; I was hoping you could modernize the engine and so on."
"I think I can yea," Burt nodded, "Do you want it done by a certain time or?"
"I'd love to have it back within two months if it's possible."
"Oh I can have it done by then no-"
"Dad, dad!" Kurt ran into the garage, overalls on, "is that an Alfa Romeo in the front?"
Burt moved from behind the desk, "Sure is kid," he motioned to his client, "Belongs to Mr. Anderson."
Kurt grinned, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson," he looked back out at the car, "that's a beautiful car you have."
"Thank you, young man. Is this your son, Mr. Hummel?"
"Yep-This is my son Kurt," Burt clapped his boy's shoulder, "Kurt's helps me around the garage."
"Does he?" Mr. Anderson turned to Kurt, "do you like working on cars than, Kurt?"
"I like it yes-I like it even more when I get to work on the classics."
Mr. Anderson grinned, "Must be nice having your son working by your side."
Kurt did not miss the small flinch Mr. Anderson's son gave. Stepping forward he stuck out his hand,
"Kurt Hummel."
The boy grinned and shook his hand, "Blaine Anderson-nice to meet you."
Blaine's hand was soft and warm. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of hazel and oh God his hair-
"Likewise."
Kurt hoped he wasn't blushing,
"Well," he clapped his hands," I'd better get started on that Honda that was brought in last night. It was nice meeting you Mr. Anderson," he shook the older man's hand again, "Have a great day."
"Nice meeting you too, Kurt."
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Eight hours after meeting Blaine, Kurt draws his portrait and hides it under his old sketchbooks.
Three hours into the new school year and Kurt takes a slushy from Azimio. He brushes the ice out of his face before going into the girl's bathroom to do damage control. Mr. Shue tells them to try and recruit people. Kurt has to bite his tongue because really? Who in the right mind is going to want to join the underdogs? Despite knowing that, Kurt still performs "An empire state of mind" with the club in the courtyard. Nobody paid attention.
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Kurt doesn't pay much attention to Sam at first. He's more interested in Sunshine. She reminded him of someone and all he wants to do is protect her so when he finds out that Rachel sent her to a crack-house he was FURIOUS. Kurt had to lock himself in the Janitor closet for a solid ten minutes to stop himself from hurting Rachel. Eventually Sunshine does audition and is allowed into the club-but then Vocal Adrenaline steals her away. Kurt doesn't begrudge her; Sunshine would be more appreciated there.
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Despite everyone wanting to sing Britney spears, Mr. Schue still refused. Kurt lost his temper and shouted at him,
"My God stop being so uptight for once-"he stood up, "it's not as if you're a great role-model either."
"KURT!"
Rachel turned to him, shocked. Everyone in the club stared at him. Mr. Schue spoke to him in a tight voice,
"Kurt please go to the principal's office."
Grabbing his things Kurt left but he didn't go to Figgins office. Instead, he leaves school and goes to the art store to buy more supplies. Eventually Mr. Schue gives in and lets them perform Britney Spears-provided he sings with them which made Kurt roll his eyes. In the end, it doesn't really matter because Sue shuts them down.
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"Hi Dad," Kurt swayed into the garage, "you forgot your breakfast," he handed a brown bag to his father.
"Thanks Kurt," Burt opened the bag and frowned, "This isn't my usual breakfast of two slim jims and a coke."
"Ugh, Dad," Kurt made a face, "you need to start taking better care of yourself."
Burt grunted and put the bag down, "I'm sure that with enough hot-sauce I can choke it down," he went behind the desk, "by the way remember to be home early today. Family dinner."
Kurt winced, "About that…I was actually hoping to go to The Sound of Music Sing-Along."
"You know Friday is special, Kurt."
"I know but—The Sound of Music Sing Along only comes once every year! I don't think it'll matter if I miss ONE Friday dinner, will it?"
"Kurt," his father went up to him, "You know how important Friday Dinner's are-we've been having them since you were born. You're mother started it."
Biting his lip Kurt looked around the garage. An image of his mother flashed through his mind, along with an image of another woman who was tall, dark haired and mad. Her blue-grey eyes burned him. Kurt saw a little boy with curly dark hair reaching for her but the woman kept flitting away.
"Kurt?"
Blinking Kurt turned towards his father,
"What?"
Burt glared, "I'd really like for you to be there, Kurt."
Another image flashed through his mind-this time of that man called Gareth. That same little boy was being pushed by that man out the door,
Just get out of here!
"I'll be there."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"No no," shaking a little, Kurt nodded at his Dad, "I'll be there don't worry about it," he walked past his father.
"Kurt," his Dad called out, "Thanks-It means a lot to me, you know. Also means a lot to Carole."
"I know, Dad."
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Two hours later Miss Pillsbury took him aside and told Kurt that his father was in the hospital. Kurt doesn't remember how he reached the hospital. All he knew is that he walked into a room where his father was lying on a bed, tubes going in and out of him.
"Do you want us to—"
"You should call Carole Hudson," Kurt sat next to his father, "she lives with us."
Miss Pillsbury nodded and left. Mr. Schue stepped closer,
"Should—"
"You should leave," Kurt didn't even glance at him, "I want to be alone with my father."
"I don't think-"
"LEAVE."
Mr. Schue sighed and left. Kurt leaned over his father, tears in his eyes,
"Dad?"
No response. Lip quivering Kurt gently took his father's hand,
"Squeeze my hand, Dad," Kurt looked down at their hands, "please Dad, please, just-just squeeze my hand. Please…"
Burt didn't move. Crying Kurt let his head fall onto his father's chest. Carole found him there thirty minutes later.
"Kurt?"
He looked up, cheeks wet, "Carole..."
"Oh my God," Finn came up behind his mother, "is he ok?"
"What do you think, Finn?"
Kurt shouted, face red. Finn hid behind his mother again. Counting to ten Kurt stood,
"I'm-I'm sorry Finn it's just that-"he sat back down,
"Kurt, honey it's ok," Carole wiped a tear away, "how is he?"
"He had a heart attack," Kurt scoffed, "I knew he should have taken better care of himself. I should have forced the issues years ago," he paused, "the doctors say he won't wake up. They're still not sure what kind of damage he has."
"Oh Burt…"
Carole sat down on the chair next to Kurt. Finn stepped a little more into the room,
"Um…so, like the doctor's don't know anything?"
"Basically," Kurt took his father's hand again, "they have to run a few more tests. They have to wait for him to wake up."
After that they didn't say anything; they just sat around, hoping that Burt would wake up. When visiting hours were over they all went home. Kurt ran straight into his room and collapsed into his bed, crying. Hours later, he fell into a fitful sleep.
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Carole couldn't sleep. She was curled up on the couch, watching infomercials. Occasionally she would glance at the phone, hoping that the hospital would call and tell her that Burt woke up and that he was ok. Around three in the morning, she heard a noise behind her,
"Kurt?"
Burt's son stumbled into the living room,
"Are you ok?"
Kurt walked up to her, eyes glazed
"It's happening again."
Carole realized that Kurt was sleep-walking.
"What-what's happening again, Kurt?"
"My Tad died of a heart attack when I was seventeen."
"You're-Kurt, sweetheart you're only sixteen-"
"His name was Gareth Jones," Kurt sat down next to her, "he died of a heart attack when I was seventeen."
Paling Carole hugged Kurt, "Sweetheart please-"
"I don't want to lose my Daddy, Carole."
"Oh Kurt…I'm sure Burt will be fine, you'll see."
"I hope so," Kurt mumbled, "I don't want anyone else to die."
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"I don't believe in God."
Everyone in Glee turned to him,
"How can you not believe in God, Kurt?" Mercedes asked, "I mean-"
Kurt put a hand up, "I don't want to hear it, Mercedes. I don't believe in God and that's final."
"But Kurt," Quinn frowned, "God is—"
"Quinn-"he glared at the blonde girl, "I'm not putting down anybody that believes in Religion-I'm just stating my personal beliefs; I would appreciate it if you guys didn't try to talk to me about religion or God."
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Quinn, Mercedes and Rachel looked like they wanted to say something but they didn't. While the rest of the club sang about their beliefs, Kurt remained on the sidelines, drawing Gareth and the mad woman. At some point Finn reached out to touch him but Kurt put his hand up and shook his head. The rest of the day blurred together. As soon as the last bell rang, Kurt hurried to his car. He went to pick up an acupuncturist, in the hopes that maybe she could help his father. When he arrived at the hospital, he found Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes surrounding his father, a candle lit. Finn was in the room, looking nervous and pale.
"What is going on in here?"
Rachel turned to him, "Kurt! We wanted to show our support-"
"By praying," rage filled him, "after I specifically stated that I was an atheist you thought you would come-"
"We were just trying to help, Kurt," Quinn said. Kurt hissed,
"You are not helping!" he moved from the door, "I want you out of my father's room!"
Finn looked at the woman next to him, "Dude if you wanted us to pray in Muslim or whatever-"
Kurt saw red, "She's an acupuncturist, Finn. It's a funny thing, really. Apparently, acupuncture can help the blood flow easier; unlike praying."
The girls left, heads down. While the acupuncturist took out what she needed Kurt asked Finn,
"Where's Carole?"
"Mom went to get something to eat. Don't be mad at her, dude-Rachel and the girls came a little after she left so Mom didn't know they were here."
Kurt took a breath,
"Fine-that's fine," again, Finn tried to touch Kurt but Kurt wouldn't allow it. When Carole arrived she took one glance at the acupuncturist but said nothing. She simply sat down next to her son. For the second night in a row, they stayed until the nurse told them to leave. Carole managed to get a few hours of sleep but she was once again awoken by Kurt who slipped into her room.
"Kurt?"
He spoke to her in another language. Carole turned on the light,
"Honey are you ok?"
Again, he spoke to her in that language. Climbing out of bed Carole led Kurt back downstairs. She hesitated on top of the basement stairs. She doesn't know if Kurt's been drawing or not; Carole is pretty sure that if he has, it's most likely something she doesn't want to see. Still she maneuvered Kurt downstairs and tucked him in. Carole made sure not to look at the wall on her way out.
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"Yea I'll…tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I want to hold your hand—"
Kurt didn't sleep well again. Before going to school he had dropped by the hospital, only to find out that his father had yet to wake up.
"I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand…"
Carole had told him that it would be ok. Burt would wake up soon and would hopefully be home in a few weeks. Finn kept talking about some grilled cheese sandwich.
"Oh please say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please….say to me
You'll let me hold your hand-"
Kurt had no idea what he would do if he lost his father. While he was becoming closer to Carole and Finn, his Dad was the only real family he had left. Burt was Kurt's rock; his constant, the most important person in his life.
"Now let me hold
Your hand
I want to hold your hand,"
Tears ran down his cheek but Kurt didn't care. He was tired-so tired of everything. All he wanted was for his Dad to wake up and for things to go back to the way they were.
"And when I touch you
I feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love,
I can't hide, I can't hide…I can't hide…"
Who would be there for him?
"Yea, you…you got that something
I think you'll understand
When I say that something
I want to hold your hand"
Kurt didn't want to lose his Dad. He would do anything to help his father; anything.
"I want to hold your hand
I want to hold your hand…."
The rest of the school day blurred together. Mercedes asked Kurt to go with her to her church. Kurt had to bite his tongue and leave before he said something he would regret. He spent five minutes outside of his father's room, afraid to go inside.
"Kurt?"
Carole came up behind him,
"Sweetie are you ok?"
Kurt nodded, "Has he-I mean what did the doctor say? Has there been any change in his condition or?"
Sniffling Carole shook her head and said nothing. Frowning Kurt goes into Burt's room and sat down next to his Dad, hand hovering over the bed. Finn joined them an hour later. While Kurt appreciated that both Carole and Finn were there with his father he wished he could have some time alone with Burt. Sometime later, Carole stood up,
"Finn, could you come with me for a little bit, please?"
"Yea, sure mom."
Kurt mouthed a "thank you" to Carole. He would have to let Carole had some alone time with his father but right now it was his time.
"Dad?"
Kurt grabbed his hand,
"I don't believe in God, Dad but," he licked his lips, "but I believe in you and I believe in us," he lowered his head, "please just wake up Dad. I can't-I can't do this again…I can't."
Taking a breath Kurt gripped his father's hand tight. A minute later he felt an answering pressure,
"Dad?"
Burt mumbled and his eyes scrunched up
"Oh my God, Dad!" Kurt called out, "Nurse? NURSE!" he looked back down at his father, "Dad…Dad…"
In seconds the doctor come in and led Kurt out. Five minutes later Carole and Finn arrived,
"What happened? How-?"
"He woke up, Carole!" Kurt jumped up, "he woke up! He squeezed my hand and-and-"
Carole sobbed and pulled Kurt into a hug. After a second she let go of him and hugged her son.
"So," Finn grinned, "he's going to be ok then?"
"Yea," Kurt closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, "Everything is going to be ok."
One week later
Burt sighed and turned to look at the clock; 4 am. Turning around he stared at the wall. It had only been three days since he'd come back home. Both Carole and Kurt had fussed over him. Finn had suggested they order pizza to celebrate; Kurt had gone red and would have screamed the taller teen's head off if Burt hadn't stepped in.
"Hey," Carole mumbled, "Are you ok, Burt?"
He chuckled, "Yea just-just thinking about how everything has been."
Burt turned around and met Carole's gaze,
"Thank you…for being there for Kurt."
"Oh Burt you don't have to thank me," Carole took his hand, "he was there for me just as much, if not even more."
"Still I—"
Something thumped against their door startling them both.
"Dad?"
"Kurt?"
His son opened the door and looked in,
"I'm glad you're back, Dad."
Kurt's eyes were glassy; which meant he was sleepwalking.
"I'm glad to be—"
"One more day and I would have hacked into the archives."
Burt sat up, "Archives?"
"The Torchwood Archives."
That got Burt's attention, "What are you talking about?"
Chuckling Kurt moved inside the room,
"There-sometimes we got medicine from different places. Things we don't have yet," he kneeled by Burt's side, "I-I don't remember but there might have been something for you."
"Kurt-"
"It be so easy to hack into it. I did it to get Lisa in there you know. Even Tosh was baffled at that-and that's saying something."
Burt shook his head,
"You're not making any sense, buddy."
"I would have done anything to save you," Kurt looked up at his father, eye's dark, "anything."
Beside him Carole shivered. Burt felt goose bumps on his arms,
"I'm ok now Kurt."
His son grinned, "I know. I'm glad you are. You're the best Dad I ever had."
Closing his eyes Kurt fell back asleep.
"He sleepwalked when you were at the hospital."
Burt looked at her,
"Did he?"
"He-he said that his," Carole paused, "that his Tad or something died when he was seventeen of a heart attack."
"Seven-he's sixteen."
"I know! But he kept saying that he died when he was seventeen and then-another night he kept talking Welsh I think and sometime I heard him in his room and I didn't know what to do-"
"Carole it's ok," he pulled her into a hug, "It's ok really…I know you did your best."
"I wish I could help him."
Burt looked down at his son, "Me too."
(0)
Sam was handsome and kind. Kurt liked him and asked him to sing a duet. Finn freaked out,
"Dude, what are you thinking?"
Kurt looked up from his book,
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you ask Sam to sing that duet with you?"
"Um," Kurt blinked, "because that's our assignment for glee?"
"Man," Finn bit his lip, "everyone is going to think that you know," Finn dropped his voice, "that he's gay and everything-not that there is anything wrong with that but," the taller teen whispered, "but he might regret joining Glee, you know? And we really need him because Puck is in Juvie and-"
"Finn Hudson are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Aw, Kurt you know I don't care about you being gay but it's just," Finn leaned towards him, "the jocks might pick on him you know?"
"It's not like I want to DATE him Finn! I don't even know if he likes boys or not-"
"Everyone is going to think he will, though."
Kurt turned,
"This conversation is over, Finn."
Later that day Kurt talked to his father,
"Well," Burt scratched the back of his neck, "Don't take this the wrong way, Kurt but maybe Finn is right."
"What?"
Kurt gaped at his father, "You can't be serious."
"You get picked on a lot Kurt-I hate that I can't protect you from it but…I don't know maybe if you sing with that boy he'd get picked on to."
"Dad-"
"That's not all, Kurt," Burt looked at him, "you might get it worst too. Why don't you sing with Mercedes? Or Tina? Or any of the other girls?"
Kurt bit his tongue and went into his room without answering his father. He skipped dinner that day. The next day he told Sam he should find someone else to sing with. Kurt ended up singing "Le Jazz Hot" from Victor/Victoria; he of course, received a standing ovation. A day later Rachel came up to him while he rifled through his locker,
"Hi Kurt," Rachel smiled.
"Rachel," he fixed his hair, "do you want something?"
"I just," she took a step closer to him; Kurt moved half a step back, "You did a great job yesterday."
"Thank you."
"The club really appreciates you; you know that don't you Kurt?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Is there something you want, Rachel?"
"Kurt I know you're lonely."
Pet, you really should go out more; you work too hard!
"-and you're very talented! I mean, maybe not as talented as I am but-"
Well, I better get home! Rhy's will be waiting for me!
"-what I'm trying to say is that I totally understand where you're coming from and well…I don't think we're that different you and I."
"I think we're VERY different, Gwen Cooper."
"Gwen-" Rachel frowned, "Who's Gwen Cooper?"
Kurt blinked, "I don't know."
"You just called me Gwen."
"I called you Rachel."
"I-ok," Rachel grinned, "Anyways I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to sing a duet with me."
Hey, do you think you could switch shifts with me? Rhy's planned something special. Please?
Oh I can take that up to Jack, pet!
Kurt didn't particularly want to sing with her but he said yes if only to shut her up. It's not that Kurt doesn't like Rachel-she's just not his favorite person. After school Kurt walked towards his car when he felt another person's gaze on him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dave Karofsky watching him. After a second Karofsky dropped his gaze to Kurt's legs and slowly raised his eye's back to Kurt's head. Shivering Kurt ran to his car. Once inside the car he practically peeled out of the parking lot. As soon as he got home Kurt climbed into the shower hoping to wash off Karofsky's gaze. When it was time for Dinner Kurt sat down with everybody and talked as if nothing happened but he still had goose bumps. That night he dreamed of the man in the coat touching him, kissing him, telling Kurt that he was gorgeous, sexy; but the man's eyes kept wandering and never really paid much attention to Kurt-and if they did they were dark and full of lust. Much like the look Karofsky gave him. It made Kurt sick.
When Mr. Schuester gave him the role of Dr. Frank-N-Furter Kurt declined saying that he wouldn't be caught dead wearing that costume. Santana made fun of him but Kurt didn't care. Really, he didn't want to play Frank-N-Furter because he didn't feel like giving the jocks more ammunition against him. What was Mr. Schuester thinking? That because he was gay, was a counter-tenor and loved fashion he would jump at the chance to dress up like a drag queen? Kurt couldn't help but think what his teacher was thinking half the time. He was mildly horrified when Mr. Schue said he be playing the role of Rocky and was glad when the whole thing got canceled. Kurt almost wanted to tell his teacher that if he wanted to seduce Miss Pillsbury flowers or new cleaning products would probably be the way to go.
That weekend Kurt's father asked him if he'd like to go to the garage "Mr. Anderson is coming in today," Burt said "wants me to make a couple of modifications to a new car of his."
"God how many car's does that man have?"
"He doesn't keep them all, you know. Mr. Anderson sells most of them off."
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Saturday afternoon Kurt was working on a car when Mr. Anderson and Blaine walked in. Kurt was singing so he didn't really hear when they entered.
"Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try, defying gravity"
Kurt took a big breath and closed his eyes,
"and you won't bring me down
Bring me down…."
"Wow!"
Kurt turned a wrench in his hand. Blaine jumped back,
"Oh, I'm-I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you."
"What," blushing Kurt lowered the wrench, "what are you doing here?"
Blaine looked to the side, "My Dad and your Dad went outside to see the car and-well I heard someone singing so-" he laughed, "I came to investigate. You sang it beautifully."
"T-thank you," Kurt smiled, "It's one of my favorite songs."
"Have you seen the musical?"
"I wish! Have you?"
"Yea, a couple of years ago on Broadway-it was phenomenal!"
"Lucky," Kurt mumbled under his breath, "what car did your Dad bring in today?"
"An old mustang; he found it at an auction for real cheap. He's hoping your dad can spruce it up so he can sell it."
"Mhmm," Kurt put the wrench down and looked at Blaine's outfit, "Is-what are you wearing?"
"My school uniform."
Kurt frowned, "You do realize that it's Saturday, right?"
"I know but-well I had to do something at school before coming here so I didn't have time to change."
"What school do you go to?"
"Dalton Academy School for Boys."
Kurt went back to the car, "Is it a boarding school?"
"Yes it is," Blaine moved a little closer, "what school do you go to?"
"McKinley."
Blaine hummed, "How is it?"
"It's…" Kurt paused, "…not the best of school's but I have a good group of friends there," he looked up at Blaine, "how is Dalton like?"
"Dalton is great. The classes are challenging, there are a lot of clubs-mostly run by students-it has a zero-bullying policy-"
"A what?"
"Zero-Bullying policy; it basically means you can't bully people."
Kurt leaned back, "No bullying? Really?"
"I've never seen any kind of bullying at Dalton."
Sighing Kurt closed the hood of the car,
"Sounds nice."
Blaine licked his lips,
"Are you having-?"
"There you are, Blaine!"
Mr. Anderson boomed,
"Hello Kurt, good to see you again."
"It's nice to see you too, Mr. Anderson."
The older man grinned at him before steering Blaine away,
"Come now, son or we'll be late for dinner with your Mother," Mr. Anderson turned to Burt, "I'll be back in three weeks, see how the car is coming along."
"Alright," Burt said, "Thanks for coming."
Burt turned to his son,
"Everything ok?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Blaine didn't bother you or anything?"
Kurt scoffed, "No-we didn't really talk anyways. Just a few questions."
"Ok," Burt wiped his hands on his overalls, "I'll get started on Mr. Anderson's car-you can go home if you want. Nothing else for you to do around here."
"Thanks Dad."
When Kurt got home he drew another portrait of Blaine in his Dalton uniform.
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"What up, Fairy?"
Kurt gasped as the slushy ran down his face. Scowling he brushed the ice and artificial flavoring out of his eyes,
"Later, homo."
Karofsky pushed him into the lockers, a smirk on his face. Kurt ignored him.
Two days later Karofsky nearly pushed him down a set of stairs. Kurt had whipped around, ready to tear the jock apart when he noticed Karofsky's face. Instead of looking cocky he looked scared and pale. His arms were halfway up as if he had wanted to help Kurt. Before Karofsky could regain his composure Kurt left. During math class Kurt drew the man in the coat looking sideways.
A week later Kurt caught Karofsky staring at him with a mixture of fear and something else that made his stomach churn. It seemed that everywhere he went Karofsky was right behind him, staring at him, insulting him, hurting him. When the jock threaten Kurt with "The Fury" Kurt wanted to laugh in his face and say he'd been threaten by worst things. Instead Kurt left.
"I'm worried about you Kurt," Mr. Schue said, "you just-you're not yourself. I think the bullying is getting to you. You don't seem to enjoying Glee-"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Maybe if I was challenged I would enjoy it more."
Mr. Schuester sighed, "I'd like to help-"
"I don't need any help-this is my hill to climb alone."
"Are you sure?"
Kurt stood up, "While I appreciate your offer, Mr. Shue, I'd like to deal with this by myself."
"But Kurt-"
"No offense Mr. Schue but you've stood by these past 2 years while I got tossed into dumpsters, slushied, thrown against lockers and insulted. You're just like all the other teachers at this school, always looking the other way."
With that said Kurt left. An hour later, Karofsky tripped him.
Mr. Shuester announced another Boys vs. Girls mash-up assignment and forces Kurt to join the boy's group Kurt was not pleased; however, when he learned that the boys will be singing girl songs he got to work in trying to chose the ideal one. The rest of the boys were not happy with his ideas,
"Why don't you go spy on the garblers or whatever?" Puck said, "Go on, make yourself useful."
Furious Kurt had stormed out and gone home. He had dug out the portrait of Blaine in his Dalton uniform.
Maybe I should go and see Dalton
However Kurt didn't want to go spy on the Glee club; no he wanted to see how different Dalton was to McKinley.
Zero-bullying policy
Smiling Kurt had grabbed his car keys and gone shopping. He found a dark blue, long sleeve sweater and grey pants that more or less matched the pants Blaine wore.
The next day Kurt drove to Westerville. He managed to get inside ok but he was completely lost. Ten minutes after arriving, Kurt heard excited shouts. Curious Kurt followed the crowd and came face to face with Blaine, who just winked at him before starting to sing,
"Before you met me, I was
Alright but things were kind of heavy
You brought me back to life…"
Oh…Blaine was singing Teenage Dream while looking at him. Grinning Kurt looked around the room at the other members of the Warblers and at the students crowded around them. Nobody was jeering at them, ignoring them, or throwing slushies at them. In fact, the students were getting into it, dancing and laughing. Kurt felt as if he walked into the twilight zone. After the Warblers finished singing, Blaine walked up to him along with two other boys.
"Hello, Kurt." Blaine said.
"Blaine," he grinned, "You guys sounded great."
"Thank you," said the Asian boy to Blaine's right before extending a hand to Kurt, "My name is Wes-this is David." Kurt shook both their hands.
"Why don't you come get coffee with us?" Blaine held out his hand. Kurt took it,
"Ok."
"So," Kurt looked at the boys, "are you going to beat me up?"
"Depends," David smiled, "Did you come to spy on our Glee Club?"
"The boys said I should but honestly," Kurt looked around, "well, Blaine mentioned that you…well, that Dalton has a zero-bullying policy and-"
"Ah," Wes nodded, "You wanted to see the school then."
"My school doesn't have such a policy," Kurt rolled his eyes, "if anything they encourage bullying."
David blinked, "Seriously? The teachers don't do anything about it?"
"They look the other way."
Blaine looked at his friends. Wes and David nodded and left.
"Kurt," Blaine placed a hand over Kurt's, "Can I ask why they bully you?"
"I would think it's obvious…"
Blaine shrugged, "I didn't want to assume," he stroked Kurt's hand, "I'm gay too."
"Really?"
"You sound surprised," Blaine chuckled,
"It's just…you don't look it."
Blaine leaned a little closer,
"McKinley's bad, isn't it?"
Kurt felt the hot sting of tears but he tried to hold them back,
"There's this…one guy who's been making my life HELL and…and nobody seems to notice. Nobody-he's everywhere I go and I'm…I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore."
"I was bullied in my old school too; the teachers didn't car. It's like, they were thinking "Oh well it's too bad your being bullied because your gay, there's nothing we can do", Blaine rolled his eyes, "So I came here to Dalton."
"Dalton does sound nice but…"
Kurt looked to the side. A flash of a cybermen came to mind; followed by a refrigerator full of body parts, a bomb, flying balls of death, gun shots-
"I don't want to run away from this. I know I'm stronger than he is-I know I'm stronger than ALL of them."
"So fight back," Blaine exclaimed, "Call him out-don't let yourself be the victim."
"Yea…maybe if I fight back he'll back off," Kurt shrugged, "I won't know unless I try it."
They spent two hours talking. Before leaving Blaine had grabbed Kurt's phone and entered his information.
"Feel free to call or text me, ok?"
"O-ok…thanks Blaine; for everything."
Blaine gripped his shoulder,
"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"Yea."
Kurt sang Teenage Dream all the way home. When he arrived, Finn was waiting in the living room,
"Dude, did you really go and spy on the Garblers?"
"Warblers Finn," Kurt said, "and no I didn't."
Finn looked confused, "Then where did you go?"
"To Dalton Academy."
"I thought you said you didn't go spy on the warblers."
"I didn't."
"But-"
Kurt grinned, "I'm going to go to my room now. I feel like drawing."
By bedtime Kurt had drawn three sketches of Blaine singing.
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"Hey I'm talking to you!"
Kurt went up to Karofsky, cracked phone in hand,
"Girls locker room is next door."
"What is your problem?"
Kurt leaned in closer,
"Beside you sneaking in here to take a peek at my junk?"
Karofsky looked scared for a second,
"Oh yea, every straight guy's nightmare; that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you! Well guess what ham hock? You're not my type!"
"That right?"
A hurt twinge came through the jocks voice but Kurt didn't really care,
"Yeah-I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to bald by the time they're thirty!"
Karofsky took a step back at that and then raised a fist, "Do not push me, Hummel."
Smirking Kurt took a step closer, "You going to hit me? Do it."
"Don't push me!"
"Go on, hit me-it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore that I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"
Karofsky's eyes widen in panic, "I said get out of my face!"
"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"
Karofsky reached for him, hands grabbing his head and then
Oh my God he's kissing me
The kiss was full of desperation and want; of anger and fear.
"You were gone for three months, Sir."
Insistent kisses on his neck,
"And now I'm back."
A desperate kiss that he returned in anger, in fear completely resigned.
When Karofsky ended the kiss all Kurt could do was look at him, shocked. Karofsky was panting a little and he started to lean to kiss him again. Kurt wanted to push him away, to run, to hit him but-
He leaned in to kiss him but was rebuffed,
"Sir?"
A nip to his lip was his answer along with a hand on his ass,
"I've got a better idea."
The second kiss was less desperate and more cautious. Kurt didn't kiss back and after a few seconds he slowly pulled away. Karofsky kept hold of his head and whined softly. Kurt actually felt bad for the other boy.
"Uh…" he continued to move back, "I don't know-" Kurt shook his head and blurt out the first thing to come to his mind, "I won't tell anybody."
And then he ran home. His father was at work as was Carol. Kurt locked himself in his room and sat down at his vanity, fingers touching his lips. Part of him was mad-Karofsky had stolen his first kiss. On the other hand, Kurt knew he did nothing to stop the second kiss. He should have-it's not like he has any feelings for the jock apart from disgust and a bit of pity; but at the same time, Kurt didn't want to hurt the other boy's feelings. Shaking Kurt stood up and lay down on his bed.
"You're shagging Jack, and I'm stuck here makin' the coffee!
" It's not like that. Me and Jack."
"We…dabble…"
"What's his dabbling like?"
"Innovative…bordering on the avant-garde."
Gasping Kurt woke up, sweating. Groaning he sit up and ran a hand through his hair. Kurt looked at his phone.
Should I call Blaine?
The Warbler did tell him to text, or call him but-
A shit-eating grin with the smell of decaying flesh-the face of a cybermen-looking down the barrel of a gun-
"No."
Kurt was strong-Karofsky couldn't touch him. Kurt wouldn't let the jock bring him down. Before going to sleep Kurt sketched out the man in the army coat. The next day Kurt avoided Karofsky. The day after that Karofsky cornered him after school,
"Hummel."
"Karofsky."
Kurt moved a little closer to the jock. Karofsky took a step back,
"You haven't told anyone, have you?" the jock looked around, "about…about you kissing me?"
"Excuse me?" Kurt said, "You kissed me."
Karofsky shook his head, "I'm not," he let out a breath, "I'm not a…a fag."
Frowning Kurt took a step forward, "Ok fine," he shrugged, "Look ham hock, I'm not going to tell anybody what happened; I doubt they believe me anyways," Karofsky looked surprised, "not to mention that it's really nobody else's business."
"You won't tell?"
"I won't."
Karofsky stared at him for a minute before nodding,
"Alright…" he took a step back, "…ok," Karofsky growled, "You better keep your mouth shut or I'll…" Karofsky raised a fist at him-The Fury Kurt thought, "You'll regret it."
For a moment Kurt felt fear rise up inside of him but he quickly got over it. Karofsky might have pushed him around, and he and Azimio HAD attacked him during Lady Gaga week last year but Kurt is pretty sure Karofsky threat is empty. Before he could get to his car, his phone beeped,
Hello Kurt! How are you?
Smiling Kurt answered,
Very well, thank you Blaine. And you?
Within a minute he got a reply,
Good-want to grab coffee tomorrow?
Yes-five pm?
I'll be there
Kurt went to bed dreaming of Blaine.
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Two days after meeting Blaine for coffee Kurt sleepwalked. Burt was already in bed but Carole was still up,
"Carole?"
She turned around, "Kurt? Are you ok?"
"I hate him, Carole-I hate him," he paused, "well I sort of. I still-I still care for him but I HATE him."
Carole stood up, "Sweetheart—"
"Maybe he thought I was stupid; maybe he knew I wouldn't say anything but," Kurt growled, "I saw them-I saw them kissing and I know, I know that despite Rhys they-" Kurt fell down next to her on the couch, "but it's ok. Want to know why, Carole?"
Carole decided to humor him,
"Why?"
Kurt leaned in and whispered in her ear,
"I don't love Jack anymore."
Blinking Carole pulled Kurt close,
"That's…that's good?"
Giggling Kurt snuggled up to her,
"It's great…" he yawned, "no longer the Captain's teaboy."
That said Kurt went to sleep. Carole kissed his temple and laid him down on the couch, covering him up with a blanket.
She didn't tell Burt what Kurt had said.
A/N-Yea this was too long so I'm going to split season 2 into two chapters. I'm going to be honest-I'm sort of trying to rush through all of these beginning chapters cause I really, really want to get to the point where Jack, Blaine and Kurt meet; a hint? It will not be pretty and probably a little sad.
