Author's Note: It took a little longer than normal for me to update this, but I'm having finals now. This will probably be the last chapter I update until next weekend. Next week, I have all my finals...I know, funnn. Anyway, Read/Subscribe/Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the amazingness that is Glee or any of the awesome characters...sadly :(
Kurt heard the last bell ring.
Here we go. He thought.
All of the members of Glee club began pouring in the room. They all froze in turn, seeing Kurt in the room already. Mercedes was the last to walk in and saw all of the other Glee members frozen at the door staring at Kurt. Kurt was aware of the stares. They had been staring enough to make Kurt snap, but he didn't. He wanted all the support he could gather so he didn't want them mad at him. Mercedes gently pushed Sam, who was in the back of the group. He broke out of the group staring contest and walked towards his seat. This seemed to break everyone out of their trance as well and they began moving to their seats. Mercedes sat next to Kurt, putting a protective arm over his shoulder.
"Don't worry about them. They're just surprised that you came out." Mercedes whispered to Kurt.
"I know, but I skipped class all day to avoid stares exactly like those." Kurt responded.
Mercedes just squeezed his shoulder to reassure him that everything would be okay. Mr. Schue walked in next and knew something was up. The room was eerily silent. He saw Kurt and Mercedes sitting together. Kurt looked upset, Mercedes looked upset because Kurt was upset, and everyone else was had blank faces.
"Alright guys, what's up?" Mr. Schue asked.
Kurt shook his head, as if he was clearing it up, and cleared his throat.
"I came out today." was all he said.
"Oh," Mr. Schue said softly, "are you alright?"
"Just peachy." Kurt responded sarcastically.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Mr. Schue decided to break the silence.
"Alright guys, cut it out. So Kurt came out today, what's the big deal? You all had your suspicions and now you are all making a hard thing even harder by acting like this."
Mercedes gave Mr. Schue a look.
"Not including you, Mercedes. You are acting admirably right now."
Mercedes gave him an approving smile and turned back to Kurt.
Santana was the first to speak up. "We're sorry, Kurt. We just thought that when you came out, you would've come out to us first. You know we would've accepted you right away because you're part of our family too. We're just all a little hurt and surprised it wasn't us you came out to."
Mouths around the room gaped. Santana? Nice? No one thought they would ever see the day. Then again, everyone in the room had a soft spot for Kurt.
Hearing Santana's words, that were surprisingly nice, Kurt smiled a little. He got up, walked to the front of the room, and turned around to his friends.
"Thank you, Santana. I was actually planning on telling you guys now, but my English teacher decided for us to go around the room sharing one secret no one else knew. I had been thinking about telling you guys the entire class so I wasn't really controlling my thought process anymore. When I was called on to tell a secret, I accidentally slipped what I was thinking. Everyone heard, I exploded at them, and I left the room. I really would've told you guys, but when I came out, it was an accident. I hadn't meant to do it yet."
A small sigh went around the room, mixed with gasps of worry.
"If you need us, or if anyone is messing with you, we got your back." said Sam.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, we'll kick their a**es is they kick yours." said Puck.
There were murmurs of agreement from around the room. Kurt's eyes glossed over and he smiled.
"Thanks, guys." He said.
Kurt should have known he could count on them. His heart felt full now, even though he knew the harassment of others would start tomorrow. But, he just didn't care. He felt happy now, so he would show it. Kurt smiled widely, and went back to his seat. Mercedes hugged him in his seat and felt happy for him. Kurt felt better too. The stares had stopped and he was waiting for Mr. Schue to start the class now. Mr. Schue cleared his throat.
"Ok then, guys this week's assignment is acceptance. I can't stress enough how important it is for you guys to accept yourselves the way you are, and not change for anyone else. Just be yourselves and it will all come around sooner or later. Accept yourselves for who you are. Alright? Okay, you guys can each pick a partner to sing a song about acceptance with and we'll sing them next class! That's it for today guys, you can go."
Everyone began shuffling to get their things together and walked out the room. Kurt walked slowly down the hallway because he knew this would be the last time he would be able to walk down it with no harassment, at least not physical. He's gotten harassed verbally all the time. Kurt made sure to walk down the hall slowly to savor the bliss of a quiet, empty hallway.
"Hey, Kurt!" Mercedes called.
Kurt looked up and saw Mercedes walking toward him.
"Today has probably been a tough day for you. Do you want to sleep over at my house tonight? I want to cheer you up, so you're back to yourself tomorrow."
Nothing will ever make me back to myself, not fully anyway. Kurt thought.
Instead, Kurt smiled and said, "Yeah, 'Cedes. I'd like that."
He smiled a reassuring smile and Mercedes and Kurt hooked arms and headed to their cars.
"I'll just collect some stuff and I'll be at your house by 6, okay?" Kurt said.
"Sure! See you later!" She called back.
Kurt smiled back and went into his car. Once he sat down, he leaned his head on the steering wheel.
Ugh, I wish this floor would swallow me up. I do not want to go to school tomorrow. If I know the Neanderthals of McKinley, I'll be dead once I step into the school tomorrow morning. Ughh, well at least I have Mercedes to cheer me up tonight. Kurt smiled at that thought.
Yes, he had Mercedes. Kurt smiled his first genuine smile since English class and drove home to get his things for his sleep over with Mercedes. This day may not have gone well, but he was going to make sure it ended well.
