Hello, all!

I have to thank the Anon that pointed out that the flashback was totally unnecessary, because that got me thinking about my current chapter. Which I realized didn't fit. And then I realized I could bring it into future chapters without making it Supernatural, because what will be described happens to me once every few days and is realllly creepy. Also, I'll be turning Chapter 9 from italics into regular font to make it easier to read.

Oh! And please check out of-a-crescendo's fic, but with a whimper. I promise it's not graphic, it only swears F and S words. It's beautiful, I just discovered it today and it gave me a reason to keep going, through all this. In fact, I have 3 reasons as of now: 1, to help the suppressed and free myself too, 2, to be an inspiration to others, and 3, to keep going for you guys. You all saved me. I would insert a poem here but it's totally unnecessary but I think I'll put it at the end of the story.

Hello, I live in the land of denial, district Gleason 2. Nice to meet you. *Disclaim*

I had spent all of Sunday thinking about the crash, and, after opting out of school on Monday, had spent most of the day thinking about it too.

I carefully sit up on my bed, trying to forget the crash. It didn't make sense. I usually only dreamed about an event in my life if it was traumatic, or my mind was trying to figure something out. I guess it could be considered traumatic, but I was vying for the otehr option.

Was I trying to figure something out?

This might be a bit strange, but when I have something major to figure out, my subconcious does the figuring for me. It's weird, I can say that. My dream is basically a memory, with the parts that need figuring out changed.

List time. In real life, I sat in shock a minute before being found by a passing man, driving home from work or something. It was the hospital that had called my dad. In my dream, I had called my dad. Well, that one was easy. My dad had been frantic when he heard I was in the hospital. If I had called him instead of the hospital and assured him that I was okay, he wouldn't have worried so much.

Umm, in my dream I had escaped unharmed. In real life I had gotten pretty bruised up, with a few scrapes on top. Simple message there: try not to get hurt anymore.

And when I called Blaine in real life, he had been much more frantic. And Scott and Nick and Jeff hadn't been with him. Not sure about that one.

Final thing: In my dream, it was the lights that had malfunctioned. In real life it was the brakes.

Okay. Much, much worse. I had been cruising the deserted road when I hit a hill, tried to brake while going down, and you can imagine the rest.

It didn't make sense.

I reach a hand up to my throbbing head- and wince when I touch a bruise on my face.

When my mom died, every night for two months I dreamed of that horrible moment when I found out she was dying, and then the moment I saw her before she went. They had always replayed exactly as they had happened in reality. Same with my dad's heart attack, and Finn calling me a f-

Sighing, I wriggle around until I'm lying down again, before shutting my eyes and trying to force myself into a dreamless sleep.

It's about an hour before I accept that I'm not going to sleep in the middle of the day.

Just as I'm about to get up, however, my cell phone starts ringing. Seeing the number as Mercedes's, I pick up.

"Hello?"

"Kurt! Are you okay?"

Mercedes sounds frantic, and I recognize a myriad of voices in the background.

Kinda like the dream. Just not.

"Yeah, I'm fine… why?" Slight lie, seeing as I hadn't told New Directions about the events of Saturday.

"Well, me and Tina were walking to French when we head that jerk on the hockey team, Rick Nelson? And he was saying- he was saying-"

I can hear the panic in her voice. "Mercedes, it's alright! I'm fine. What did he say?"

"He said he had taken care of you, and that he made sure you would never spread your f-fairy dust around McKinley again."

I stop, blinking.

"Hey, fairy!"

"Whatcha doing, gay-boy? Going to find someone blind enough to do you? I'm gonna be building a car with my dad!"

"Trying to turn this place into a gay-school, homo?"

And suddenly I think I get it.

"Mercedes, I have to go."

"Alright, Kurt," she says uncertainly. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Right. Bye, Cedes."

Quickly, I hang up and call my dad.

"Dad, can you bring me to the shop? I think I know what happened. Please don't ask, I'll explain on the way there."

I tell my dad what Mercedes had told me, along with a few stories of Rick bullying me.

As we pull into the garage, he looks at me. "This isn't the full story, is it?"

I gulp. "No, dad."

He starts to get out of the car, but not before shooting me a look that tells me I'll be explaining it all later.

I sit in the desk chair while my father goes over to where my car was waiting.

He pulls out a flashlight, crouching down and flickering it around the space beneath my car. I hear him draw a quick breath.

"What, dad?"

"Brake fluid."

I feel blood rush to my face. There were a few possibilities as to why there was a leak. It was possible that a part had become loose, or something punctured that hoses that fed the fluid to the wheels. But judging by the fact that my emergency brakes had been cut...

I fiddle with account books as my dad checks out the car- first under the hood, then at each of the four wheels. He stands, and I set down a stack of papers. "Verdict?" I ask, with bated breath.

My dad huffs out a breath, not looking at me. "Slits, most likely from a knife, placed along the hoses."

I feel myself go numb, collapsing back onto the desk chair with a whimper.

The following weeks are a blur. With Sue's help (her cameras placed at absurd places), we get enough evidence to try Rick Nelson in court. With Sue's pull, we get a trial within a week. (Honestly, the power this woman has scares me. I mean, manipulating the legal system?)

I refuse to be sworn in with the Bible. I just can't. Our lawyer arranges a different oath, held to the same esteem as swearing in at the Bible. I receive funny looks, but it's only for a moment.

The evidence speaks for itself, really. Slits made along the hose, the marks made identified to be from Rick's knife- deep enough to cause a major leak, but small enough that I would get a few brakes in before the fluid ran thin. Mercedes is called in as a witness, stating what she heard. Other New Direction members attest to the fact that he indeed bullied me for my sexuality. Mostly, my time not being questioned is spent focusing on not shaking under the glare Rick is attacking me with.

In the end, he's found guilty.

He's already 18, but only gets 8 months in jail for tampering with my car, along with a restraining order from me. I honestly can say I wasn't sorry to see Rick escorted out of the court. I may or may not have collapsed on my friends, crying.

Maybe there was a light to this situation after all.

Also with Sue's help, we get Sectionals pushed back until January.

I don't really feel safe, though. Not from Karofsky, not from Rick. I look over my shoulder constantly, even in my own house.

I just can't keep going on like this. I jump when Carole taps me on the shoulder to tell me that dinner was ready. And not the you-surprised-me jump, the oh-holy-Shiz-University-from-Wicked-I'm-going-to-be-attacked jump.

The week after the trial, Sue pulls me into her office.

I mean that quite literally. As in, grab my arm in an iron grip and drag me into her office. Cue mini heart attack.

My dad and Carole are already there, staring at Sue as if she was crazy.

"Sit, Porcelain." I take a seat next to my dad.

"As I was just saying, you're not safe at this school, even with the help of the mighty Sue Sylvester. My spies have informed me that you've been in contact with a certain gel-head hobbit who attends a prissy little private school that you're going to attend."

I gape at her, before looking at my dad and Carole. He nods, looking at me from under his baseball cap.

"We have it figured out. Ms. Sylvester called up Dalton, explained your situation… threw in a few threats… and offered up your GPA. They offered a scholarship that covers most of tuition, and the rest we can pay."

My mind is whirring, and the possibility that I might leave this hellhole is dizzying. "But… what about the commute? It's two, two and a half hours one way. I wouldn't be able to drive that far." And at once, my dreams come crashing at my shoulders.

"Covered." Carole and Sue nod along. "Dalton is open to boarders, so the commute would only be made if you came home for the weekend. You can stay the first few weekends though, to catch up academically or something."

There's a beat, before I inhale sharply. "Really?"

"Really, champ." He smiles.

I squeal- yes, squeal- and reach over to hug my dad and Carole. Then, to her surprise, I hug Sue.

And get this- she actually returns the hug.

"Porcelain?"

I pull away, smiling widely. "Yeah, coach?"

"Be warned that I have the right to storm into that prep school at any time, make sure those kids are treating you right, then kidnap you for Cheerios practice. Also know that you will be performing with us for all competitions."

I laugh breathily, still high on the news of my transfer. "Of course, coach."

Telling my friends is the hardest. They were there for me in the trial, and now I have to leave them. They all take it relatively well, though.

Except Rachel.

Santana is the first to start nodding, and Mercedes is the one to say "We understand. We'll always be here when you need us." It's Rachel who cries. She flings herself into a bear hug around me, sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm sorry for everything!" she cries. I reach out awkwardly to pat her on the back. "For not being there, for always outshining you! For how hateful I was when you won the Defying Gravity diva-off! It was so, so stupid!" She buries her face into my jacket, and I hug back with feeling. I would miss the girl, after all.

After this, the room is a mess of tears and hugs. Even Puck cries a little, but he blames the "damn dust" and the janitors for "doing a crappy job."

I think, though, that Finn takes the news the hardest. He's quiet for some time, before looking up with a kicked-puppy expression. Quietly, he asks me, "Did we not do a good enough job protecting you. Is that… is that why you have to leave?"

"I…" I falter, before picking up my sentence. "Finn, of course it wasn't your fault! You and the guys tried your hardest to help me. For goodness sake, Sam got a black eye! You have come remarkably far from your homophobic tendencies as a jock to who you are now! We will always be brothers, okay? Don't blame yourself for this. It was something beyond your control."

I pant a little, staring at Finn to get my point across. It takes a moment, before his face lights up with a dumb smile. "Brothers?" he asks, holding open his arms.

"Brothers." I hug him.

Yup, things are looking up.

I explain this to Blaine in detail later, from the court trial to my friends' reactions to Sue, and everything in between.

Well, I explain it after calling his phone and screaming "I'M GOING TO DALTON!" as soon as he picks up.

After I finish explaining, though, he sits in thought for a minute.

"So… your dream was different than your reality?"

"Yeah. I think it was a message. Like how people dream things before they happen. Just reversed. With adjustments."

"Mmm." Another minute of silence. "That happens to Scott sometimes, actually. The dreaming things before they happened. He tried keeping a dream diary, but he forgot about it within a week. I think one of his dreams involved his school being turned into a mall and getting locked in… with a bunch of giant dentures that ate people."

We laugh, musing over Scott's insanity. Then, out of nowhere, a question arises from Blaine.

"What's a Cheerio?"

I laugh again, feeling lighter than ever. "Cheerios is our school's cheerleading squad that I was on for a brief time. I won Nationals with a fourteen and a half minute long Celine Dion medley in French while doing the full dance routine." My moment of great pride. I smile.

"You were a cheerleader?" Again, I laugh.

"Enough about my past! I'M GOING TO DALTON NEXT WEEK!" Ohmigod, you have you to show me around!" I finally get to meet Blaine!

Cue the brain OVERLOAD and teenage girl squealing.

"When do you start, then? We could meet in the entrance hall if you want, and I could show you around."

"Ah, let's see…" I kick my legs up, launching myself from my bed and to my desk. I rifle through my transfer papers a second before answering, "Monday the 13th. Exactly a week from today."

"Excellent. Warblers practice is also that day, and I think I could steal you an audition. Entrance hall, 2:30ish? I'll bring coffee!

"Of course." That gives me a day to unpack, meet with the headmaster, then meet Blaine.

"Kurt?" I turn to see my dad in the door, holding a stack of collapsed boxed. He motions to the stuff around me, then the boxes. I nod at him, mouthing a thank you.

"Listen, Blaine, I have to go pack. You remember my coffee order?"

"Grande non-fat mocha, check."

I smile. "'Kay. Gotta go. Bye!"

"Bye, Kurt."

I toss my phone onto my bed, then pick up the stack of cardboard my dad had left on the floor. Looking at the stuff around me, I sigh.

At least I know my Dalton room will look great.

My dad, Finn(brought along to haul boxes) and I arrive at Dalton around 10 AM. We leave the car still packed with my stuff, instead hurrying along the path to what we presume is the Entrance Hall so we can meet the headmaster.

Honestly? I barely remember that part. Sure, I remember the guy's name is Phil "The name's Dalton. Phil Dalton. But you can call me Phil." (horrible James Bond impression, but at least he tried), and that I got a long lecture about Dalton rules. Which turned out to be pretty lax. Obviously no bullying, lights out by midnight, but you can sneak around if you use a flashlight and aren't too loud. Seriously? I think Finn was drooling.

After the boxes are all in my room(a single), I bid dad and Finn goodbye with a hug and a stern "Remember to eat healthy!" towards my dad, and a simple "Behave, don't cause too much trouble," to Finn.

By that point it's 2:00. I pick up the map I received, and venture out onto the Dalton grounds to find the Entrance Hall from the dorms. I get there in twenty minutes(It's a long walk, okay?).

There's a boy already there. He looks up when I enter. He has brown hair similar to mine, in an upwards coif. He stands and walks to me.

"What a…" he rakes his eyes up and down my body. "charming face. I presume you're new here?"

He stands a few inches taller than me, and his voice is accented. Putting on my acting face, I reply "Yes, I'm new here. My name is Kurt Hummel. Who are you?"

"Sebastian Smythe." He flashes me a dazzling white smile. "Why are you here, Kurt?"

I look around the Entrance Hall. Only me and Sebastian. The clock reads 2:23.

"I'm waiting for Blaine Anderson. Perhaps you know him?" I say politely.

Sebastian practically snorts. "So you're the pretty boy that Blaine's been texting. You two hooking up? 'Cause I can tell you right now, I'm a lot better than him, if you want to tr-"

"Stop." My voice is cold. "I'm just here to wait for my friend." As of right now. "You have no business here assuming things, and then shamelessly trying to get me to hook up with you. I suggest you leave right now, Sebastian."

The situation feels strongly similar to the Karofsky confrontation, without reason. Sebastian might have been extremely forward with me, but that was no reason for me to feel unsafe. And compared to the Rick incident, the kiss was nothing. No reason to worry, right?

Sebastian at least looks guilty, a small bit. "Sorry," he apologizes. "Perhaps we could forget I just said that? I would hate for someone as gorgeous as you to be angry at me." The guilty look is gone, replaced with the smile again. He reaches up a hand to me, and I'm transported back to the locker room.

Karofsky. Me. He kissed me. I didn't want it.

I flinch backwards before Sebastian's hand reaches me. I expect to fall into metal locker, but I don't. Instead I fall on something soft, something that makes an oof as we fall.

I sit up from the floor, rubbing my side. "Sorry," I say to the person on the floor next to me. "That was my fault." I spot two thermoses rolling away as I say this.

"No, I shouldn't have come up behind you. Sor-" Almost simultaneously, we both freeze.

"Kurt?" Hazel eyes blink at me.

"Blaine?"

I'm evil. We already established that fact.

Sorry to all Sebastian-lovers. It's just… Sebastian is forward, Kurt was sexually harassed, and as I typed it turned out like this. I expected Kurt to be kinda indifferent/afraid of advances at this point in time.

And sorry for the late update… it's just… uh… plot bunnies… except I don't want o have multiple multi-chap stories on my hands… so… yeah. *rubs back of head awkwardly* …I hope you liked?

And if you're wondering where I got Scott's dream from, I dreamed that happened to me once. And Scott dreasm things before they happen- like me. Except most of the timeI don't realize it until it's almost over and I get a strong sense of deja-vu.