Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Chapter 12: Confrontations and warnings.
Kurt kept on looking at his phone, thinking about Jeff and Nick words.
Slowly he passed his finger through the screen and looked at his contact list; a new number was there, tempting him. A little voice in his head said call him, while the other said call him too and the third one was deciding between that and what outfit he should wear tonight.
He rolled his eyes at his own mind.
He decided to ignore all of them and put the phone back in his pocket; he looked down at himself and passed a hand through his outfit, arranging wrinkles that he could only see. He turned his head and looked at the window, in spite of everything it was a good day.
He lifted his hand covering his eyes from the sun that was coming through the window. He smiled at his friends reactions and moved his bag to the side without realizing that someone had entered the room until his name was called.
Kurt turned around quickly, already excusing himself, thinking it was a teacher entering the room but the moment he saw who was it, he shut his mouth and his eyes turned to ice.
"What do you want?" Kurt said crossing his arms.
"I just want to talk" The person answered him.
"We have nothing to talk about" Kurt hugged his bag a little tighter to himself and started walking to the door, the person lifted his arms in a non threatening manner and put himself on his way, closing the door with his left hand, leaving them inside the room.
"Let me pass" Kurt asked him, but the person didn't react, he just stood there looking at him.
He knew he won't be able to get out of there with him on the way and the only thing he could do was pushing him out of the way, he considered it for a second but at the end he decided to listen.
"Talk"
He watched as he passed a hand through his face and looked at him with a worried expression that he knew it wasn't mean for him.
"I'm sorry for everything"
"That's all?" He asked trying to look through the door's window, hoping that some of the guys crossed the hallway and looked inside.
"I know they are just words and they aren't enough for you right now"
And he was right, that apologize didn't mean anything to him and he didn't think it will any time soon, Kurt just looked at him and didn't say anything, he could see that the other person was disappointed at his respond.
He moved to the side and let the door free, Kurt stayed quiet and just walked to the door, keeping his head high, ignoring the person that was at his side.
He put his hand on the door's latch but before he could open it, a hand grabbed his wrist and held him there.
Kurt looked at him trying to free his hand.
"Let me go" he said.
"You should forgive him, Kurt" Jeremiah told him holding his wrist, Kurt grimaced.
"He is suffering because of this, Kurt"
"I don't care, he deserves it" Kurt answered while he kept on trying to free his wrist.
But Jeremiah didn't let him go, he just squeezed him harder, Kurt looked at him right in the eye, trying to avoid looking at his broken noise but it was difficult, Sebastian had made a good job and Kurt couldn't help but smile.
"Black and blue are good colours for you" He said to him.
Jeremiah frowned at his words and touched his broken nose with his other hand; Kurt kept on smiling even if his wrist was killing him.
Jeremiah lifted his head and looked at Kurt's smirking face.
"You forget about Blaine, very quickly" He said to Kurt.
"What are you talking about?" He asked him with a clearly confusion expression on his face.
But Jeremiah didn't answer and just smirked at him, taking a step closer, looking at Kurt up and down.
"Having fun with your new boyfriend?" Jeremiah said to him and Kurt snapped.
A second later, Jeremiah was on the floor with his hands between his legs and Kurt didn't know what happened, but he thought his raise leg was a clue.
He looked at Jeremiah but he didn't do anything to help him.
"Mr Hummel" Someone asked him.
Kurt lifted his head and his eyes widen at Mr. Patrick's presence, his history teacher.
"Eh" And no other sound came out of his mouth.
"What is going on?" He looked at him with his arms crossed.
"He is trespassing?" Kurt answered a little weakly; neither realized that Jeremiah was already on his feet and holding himself straight thanks to the door's frame. Realizing that there was another person in the room, Jeremiah's eyes widen.
"We will talk later, Kurt" He said walking away from them.
"We won't" Kurt answered him.
He watched as Jeremiah walked away from him, he kept on looking until he disappeared from his sight; he took a moment to compose himself and looked down at his wrist, completely forgetting he was not alone in the room.
"Mr. Hummel, are you okay?" Mr. Patrick asked him, knowing he had seen the red skin on his wrist; Kurt turned to look at him and tried to keep the trembling out of his voice when he answered.
"I'm fine, Mr. Patrick" Kurt said to him but he could see he didn't believe him, he looked at him with a worried expression on his face and Kurt knew he was ready to go to the principle's office.
"I'm okay, really" Kurt assured him, he didn't look convince but Kurt didn't have the time to convince him other wise.
"I have to go, thanks for your help!" Kurt walked out of the classroom while the professor called his name behind him, the moment he was out of Mr. Patrick's sight, he pushed himself against the wall and stayed there.
He looked down at his hands, they were trembling but not for the reasons that Mr. Patrick probably thought.
He wasn't scared, he was mad.
And for once he had let go. He grabbed his shirt and lifted his sleeve very slowly, already knowing what was there, it was small and barely noticeable but he knew it would be a lot bigger and darker than now.
He couldn't let his dad see it; he lowered his sleeve and pushed his head back against the wall closing his eyes. For a second he regretted his decision of telling the guys that they left Blaine alone, he wasn't sure if Jeremiah had talked to Blaine before coming here, he hope not, the idea of Blaine being involve in this made him sad.
He wasn't going to let himself being bully into forgiving him, he didn't deserve it.
Kurt opened his eyes looking at the desert hallway and he started thinking about Jeremiah's words.
"You forget about Blaine, very quickly"
He knew what Jeremiah was implying and he didn't like it, Sebastian had nothing to do with their situation, despite being an ass he had helped him when he needed him, it didn't matter if it was a form of repaying him after he had helped him in that alley, he didn't look for that "kind" of comfort with Sebastian after what had happened with Blaine.
It just didn't hurt in the same way he had imagined, the idea of Blaine and he breaking up had passed through his mind several times, at the beginning of their relationship he had been really insecure about Blaine's feeling for him and he had always thought that the moment they broke up, his heart would be destroyed. But when it really happened it didn't, and Kurt just didn't know why.
He had cried, he had screamed, he had thrown random objects around the room and now he moved on, he didn't blame Jeremiah for being suspicious, it was fast, and a part of Kurt felt guilty about it.
He was tired of all this, Jeremiah and Blaine could have their happily ever after, he didn't care anymore; he had more important things to worry about.
He lifted himself from the wall and walked through the hallway, he had to fix his wrist before he could go back home, he opened the bathroom's door and looked inside, there wasn't anybody in sight so he opened the door all the way and entered.
He walked to the mirror and put his bag on top of the sink, looking inside his bag for something that could cover up the bruise.
"Kurt" A voice said to his right, making him jumped, his bag fell to the floor and he couldn't help but let a tiny curse escape his lips.
"Sorry!" Kurt turned and looked at Mike and Artie.
"You scared me, guys" He said to them while he lowered himself and tried to pick up his things, but Mike was faster.
"Thank you" He said to him smiling, but he realized that Mike had stopped and was looking down with a frown on his face, with all the commotion his sleeve had moved and the bruise was on display.
"I'm fine" He said getting up before Mike could ask anything.
"What happened, Kurt?" Artie asked while he grabbed his wrist with his hand and looked at the bruise.
"It's nothing, I bruise easily" He said, Mike and Artie looked at him in disbelieve.
"All right, I have a confrontation with Blaine's boyfriend" He said.
"A confrontation?"
"Yes, he came to the school to talk to me"
"People entered so easily to this school" Artie said.
"He grabbed my wrist and this is the result" Kurt simply said while he freed his hand from Artie and put his bag on the sink again, he grabbed the corrector that was there and opened it.
"That's all?" They asked, Kurt just looked at them and chuckled, they looked at him with the same expression and their arms crossed.
"I told him that he need to let me go and he didn't, so I kicked him in the balls" Kurt answered them while he applied the product on his bruise skin, slowly it disappeared until he couldn't see it anymore, he will have to remember to do it again after he showered, everything was so quiet.
He turned to look at them and they both had really painful expression on their faces.
"He deserved it" Kurt defended himself.
"What? No it's not that, it's great, Kurt, well not for the guy's balls, but we have never expected that from you, that's all" Artie said to him.
"You fight with words" Mike resumed.
"It's not that I can't defend my self, I just don't like violence" Kurt said to them while he put the corrector back in his bag.
"What is that for?" Artie asked pointing at his wrist.
"I don't want my dad to worry, that's all" He answered him.
"I thought we were passed that, you shouldn't hide this type of things, Kurt" Mike nodded along side Artie's words, it was difficult to remember that Tina had left Artie for Mike's abs.
"I know, if this guy bothers me again I'll tell him, I promise" He closed his bag and looked at the guys with a smile on his face.
"Come on" Artie said to him, fixing his glasses and then putting his hands on the wheels of his wheelchair while Mike opened the door holding it for him. Kurt went out and stood outside of the bathroom not really knowing what to do.
Mike and Artie put themselves to his sides, leaving him in the middle and they started walking.
Kurt smiled all the way down the hallway.