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Kurt chewed on his toast and drunk his coffee while reading the latest number of "Vogue homme" Finn stumbled around the kitchen, lifting all sorts of things and opened every drawer there was. It was obvious he was looking for something. Kurt lifted his head from the magazine.
"You need any help?" He asked, looking curiously as Finn opened the fridge and his head disappeared into it. "What in Gaga's name are you looking for anyway?"
"Um...my phone. Have you seen it?" Finn's voice sounded muffled from inside the fridge and Kurt shook his head in amusement and slightly irritation.
"It's in the bathroom. By the toilet paper" He said and Finn's head immediately popped out from inside fridge with a grin on his face.
"Oh yeah that's right. I talked to Puck in there." He said.
Kurt gave Finn a disgusted look and just shook his head again.
"That's really really disgusting, Finn" He said and raised from his seat and went over to the dish washer to but in his dishes.
Finn didn't answer him as he was already running upstairs to find his beloved phone.
Ten minutes later they was on their way to school with Kurt behind the wheel of the navigator and Finn beside him talking loudly on his phone with Rachel. Kurt pulled up in the parking lot and Finn got out of the car still on the phone. To busy to even notice how Kurt was violently psuhed when the two of them past the jocks that were standing at the stairs that led up to the main entrance. Kurt managed to keep his balance but the jocks and the people standing nearby still laughed. Kurt swallowed but kept his head high as he collected himself and walked inside.
"Not running away from us faggot are you?" Someone shouted but the the door closed behind him and he couldn't hear them anymore.
He began looking for his friends but he couldn't see any of them. Even Finn was gone. Knowing he had all his books with him Kurt headed straight to the bathroom to make sure his hair was in perfect order before first period. Looking at his own reflection in the mirror brought him to the realization hat he looked more tired than ever before. After what he had heard his dad say to Carole the night before he had not being able to fall asleep until it was three in the morning. He yawned thinking he would have to buy a coffee after the first lesson.
He didn't see non of his friends until lunch break but when he turned up with his trail, Artie, Tina, Mike and Sam was already sitting at their normal table. He was happy to see that neither Finn nor Rachel had showed up yet and he hoped he would mange to finish before they came. He wasn't in the mood to see them all over each other and he couldn't stand Rachel bragging about her voice or star power.
"I wonder what we will do for Glee club today" Artie said. "I guess Mr Shue wants to start with our set list for sectionals"
Tina nodded.
"Yeah. I really hope he considers someone else for a solo then Rachel." She said.
"You would be really good, Love" Mike said and hugged her arm. "I loved that solo of your the other day"
Kurt felt his stomach rumble. He didn't want to be reminded of that day. He already felt humiliated enough. He looked down on his plate and played with the small amount of fries he had put on his plate. He fet tears burn in his eyes but he kept his eyes down and kept blinking until they where all gone.
"I would really love to get a solo" Artie mumbled with a dreamy voice. "I totally deserve it. I only wished Mr Shue would consider me at least once"
"Yeah" Kurt mumbled putting his fork away, His food was still untouched but he wasn't hungry. It was strange he thought. How he was never hungry any more.
"You okay?" Sam asked keeping his eyes on Kurt.
"Um. Yeah. Just fine" Kurt lied."I gotta go"
He took his tray and hurried from the table ignoring his friend's confused looks. He had barely even gotten out of the cafeteria before he felt a tight grip on his arm and someone dragged him into the nearast locker room. Then he was forced op against the wall and the face of Azimio was only inches away. Behind him Kurt could see Karofsky and an other guy standing. Kurt didn't know his name. He winced as the grip on his arm hardend. It was definitely gonna leave a deep bruise.
"He thought we should teach you a lesson" Azimio snarled and ripped Kurt's bag of him and throw it to Karofsky who caught it with a laugh.
"Please don't" Kurt whispered feeling fear consume his body,
"Shut up!" Azimio yelled into his face and then he grabbed hold of Kurt's blue mocha jacket he wore over his t-shirt. Kurt knew by now what was about to happened and just let Azimio take it with out a fight. If he fought he figured back he would only end up with more bruises and it was already hard to keep those he had from his dad.
"Just take them and please let me go" He pleaded and tried to get passed Azimio only to end getting pushed pack into the wall even harder.
"Oh" Karofsky laughed "Did you really think we would let you go so easy fag?" All three of them laughed loudly.
Kurt couldn't speak, his mouth suddenly very dry. He closed his eyes.
"Rick. Put his things in shower. Make sure the water is really cold" Karafosky ordered and the boy, Rick, smirked and did as he was told.
"Meanwhile. Me and Azimio here, are gonna teach you a lesson. It should remind you of how sick you are. Sick and disgusting"
The next second he shoved Kurt over the room and Kurt tripped over one of the benches and fell to the floor painfully. The two other boys kept laughing as they walked over to him and started to kick him. Kurt tried to curl up into a ball to protect his ribs but Azimios boot was a lot faster.
"STOP..." Pain ripped through his side.
"...BEING..." Another kick and Kurt whimpered in pain.
"...SO..." This time when the large foot connected with Kurt's already tender side there was a sickening crack inside him and he was suddenly dizzy with pain. He closed his eyes shut tightly.
"...FAGGY" The last kick was placed on his back instead.
As the beating came to a stop, Kurt managed to wrap both of his hands around his stomach and he finally curled up into a ball. Tears streamed down his face.
"Okay that's it for this time, boys"
Someone leaned over him and Kurt could feel wet, stinky breath on his face.
"This should tell you to be less gay from now on" Karofsky whispered with cold, mean voice Kkurt had never heard before.
Finally Kurt could feel his shoes being ripped off but he was in too much pain to care.
Through his dizziness he could hear the door opened and then close. He lay still on the ground for a couple of minutes before painfully trying to get up but as soon as he moved, pain seared through his side and he could barely even breathe normally without feeling dizzy. After a few tries he finally managed to sit up with his back supported by the wall behind him and his legs sprawled out in front of him. The tears streamed down his face in both with pain and fear. Why did this have to happen to him? Why didn't anyone step up for him? He knew he was probably late for his next class but he couldn't even care if he got detention. There was no way he was going to be able to move any time soon. Not until the pain in his side had ebbed out any way.
Something felt wrong inside him. Like he was broken or something. He knew bruised ribs hurt like a bitch so that was probably it. He would be sore for a while but then he would be fine. After a couple of minutes he managed to stand up and doubled over with pain he made his way to the shower room where is things was still in the shower. He looked at his destroyed leather bag and jacket. Once again he fell to the ground and the tears once again fell down his face and he sobbed violently.
How he didn't collapse in pain during the rest of the day, Kurt had no idea but here he sat watching as his so called friends talked and laughed as they came in to the choir room all together. No one even noticed his wet shoes or destroyed bag. They only nodded shortly at him and went to their seats and going back to their conversations.
Kurt felt like crying again. He wanted so badly for someone to see him. The pain made him wanting to cry with every breath and as soon as he moved he felt dizzy and nauseous. Didn't anybody see that? Kurt's hope turned up again when Mr Shue arrived but died almost instantly when he didn't even give Kurt a look. Kurt bit his lip to keep it from trembling as he watch Mr Shue starting the lesson and everybody else heatedly discussing who would sing what song on sectionals. Kurt couldn't even care about that as his whole focus was on his breathing and to take small shallow breaths that didn't hurt.. He just listened as Finn and Rachel was given to sing a a duet and when it was decided that instead of a solo for Rachel the girls would perform their mash up of. As their final number they would do don't stop me now with solo parts for Puck, Sam, Santana and Rachel.
Kurt had never been so relieved before when Mr Shue called it the day and he finally could get home. He painfully made his way to the car and drove home. Finn was at Rachel's again as he had been all nights this week. When finally had gotten home he went straight to his bathroom, happy he as alone. He had to se what damage had been done to his ribs. It probably was just a few bruises but it hurt so much and he thought he had felt something crack. They way it hurt with every breath, scarred him a lot but it was probably just him being weak. His face was deadly pale in the mirror and his forehead beaded with sweat. His hands shakily tried to remove his t-shirt but he only managed halfway before the pain became to much and he cried out. Tears immediately formed in his eyes again and he let go of the shirt. He would have to cut it open, he realized as he there would be no way of removing it if he couldn't even lift his arms.
It took him almost ten minutes to get it of and when he did he almost regret doing so. His entire right side was marbled with black blue bruises that covered most of his ribs. He whimpered in pain. It couldn't be too bad? Could it? A wave of dizziness spread through his head and he grabbed the sink firmly when the room begun to spin dangerously. When the dizziness past he opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his bottle of pain killers. He doubted they would help since they were for headaches but it was all he had so he popped out three of them and swallowed them dry before stumbling to his room and collapsing on the bed. He was absolutely exhausted so he curled up under his blanket with arms wrapped around his side and knees dragged to his chest, waiting for sleep to take the pain way. It didn't.
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