The next morning, Kurt came to school; he was at his locker, pulling his Geometry book out when he felt an odd sensation go through his head.
"Hey, Hummel," a voice sneered. Kurt spun around to see Sebastian looking keenly at him.
"What do you want?" Kurt put on a brave face.
"Did you tell anyone about…you know what?" Sebastian asked quietly, taking a step closer to the boy.
"N-no, I didn't," Kurt replied.
"Good, because if you do, I will kill you," Sebastian whispered, using a finger to flick a wisp of Kurt's hair. "Understood?" Kurt nodded silently and swallowed. "You'd better keep your mouth shut; you know I mean it. You know, Hummel? You really shouldn't be such a fucking faggot."
"I won't tell anyone, I promise. And I'll try not to," Kurt agreed, praying to Gaga that Sebastian would leave.
"Okay, just wanted to make sure." Sebastian's face twisted back into that evil grin he usually wore. "I'll see you around."
Once Sebastian had gone, Kurt slid down his locker onto the floor, where he stayed until he heard a new voice call his name.
"Kurt, are you okay?" He looked up to see the new boy in Glee club, Sam Evans.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm okay," Kurt stuttered. Sam didn't look convinced as he held out his hand to help Kurt up. Kurt accepted the gesture and straightened his sweater once standing.
"Are you sure? I saw Smythe walking away from you. Did he do something to you?" Sam asked.
"He just told me to not be such a fag," Kurt muttered.
"He can't get away with saying that," Sam said.
"It's fine. I'm used to it." Kurt couldn't look Sam in the eyes; he was a terrible liar and when it came to eye contact, he was worse.
"Well, if you say so." Sam put an arm around Kurt's shoulder and the two walked to Glee club.
"Hey, old friend, let's look back
On those crazy clothes we wore
Ain't it fun to look back?
And to see it's all been done before
All those nights together
All the special memories
And I can't wait for tomorrow
Just as long as you're dancing next to me
'Cause it's so clear, every year, we get stronger, stronger
What's gone is gone
The past is the past
Turn the radio up
And then hit the gas 'cause
"I know we've come so far
But we've got so far to go
I know the road seems long
But it won't be long 'til it's time to go, so
Most days we'll take it fast
And some nights we'll take it slow
I know we've come so far
But then baby, baby
We've got so far to go,"
The group sang. Kurt was sitting in the back, watching the club perform. They had noticed his declining happiness and decided to sing to him.
"As much as that song was upbeat, I am the complete opposite of that," Kurt said after they had stopped singing.
"Kurt, something's going on," Rachel said. "Why won't you tell us what it is? We can help you."
"Kurt?" He looked up and saw Blaine.
"Spy!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Rachel, calm down. He's here for me." Kurt waved his hand before walking over to his boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he whispered, still looking a little scandalized by Rachel's outburst. Kurt turned to see everyone staring at him and Blaine.
"Um, everybody, this is Blaine. He's a Warbler and we're kinda…you know…going out," Kurt said.
"Okay, fair warning for the Hobbit," Santana said. "If you so much as hurt one hair on Porcelain's head, I will have your head on a stake, got it?" Blaine nodded. He took Kurt's hand and the two left the choir room.
"Are all of your friends like that?" Blaine asked as the two walked out of McKinley.
"Santana's about eighty-five percent of it; she's mostly talk, but, trust me, she'll bite," Kurt explained.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Hummel and his little butt buddy." Kurt sighed as the voice came up behind him.
"What is it now, Sebastian?" he asked.
"Just figured to come say hi to you and Frodo," he replied, a smirk on his face.
"His name is Blaine," Kurt said, taking a deep breath.
"Whatever. Did you tell him?" Sebastian shrugged off Kurt's comment and backed the slightly shorter boy against a locker.
"I-I-I…," Kurt stuttered.
"I know what you did to him," Blaine interrupted. "You sexually harassed him…and have been doing so for a while now."
"So you did tell him." It wasn't a question this time. Sebastian backed away from Kurt, giving the boy a chance to breathe, and suddenly Sebastian punched the locker, making him flinch. "Don't you know when to keep your mouth shut, Hummel?" Kurt didn't look at Sebastian.
"Please don't," Kurt whispered. Sebastian heaved a huge sigh and stepped back.
"Don't you touch him," Blaine said, taking a step forward.
"Shut up, Billy Crystal," Sebastian snapped. "I just…Kurt, I…Fuck," he muttered. "You don't understand, do you?"
"What is there to understand?" Kurt asked softly. "You're a psychopath, Sebastian. I don't know what can change that, but what brought it on?"
"My dad, he says I'm a disappointment to him and my mom. He says it almost every day. 'Sebastian Bennett Smythe'," Sebastian imitated his father's gruff tone, "'you are nothing but a disappointment to me and your mother. Why couldn't you just be normal? Why are you a faggot?' The worst thing he ever said was right before they sent me to this shitty public school. He said, 'We're glad to be rid of you. At public school, you can find some disease-ridden fag and die of AIDS.'" Sebastian sniffled, remembering the condescending tone his father had used. "I know before was a trick, Kurt, but right now I am telling you things I have never told a soul. I'm going to go now." Sebastian walked away from Kurt and Blaine, leaving the boys alone in the hallway, feeling sympathy for the guy.