I have based this off of a lot of things I've seen on instagram and pintrest. It is mostly for fun during corona so idk where it's going to go, but hopefully it's enjoyable enough.
A few notes: I've modernised it. I don't know how life was in the early 2000's so writing it just feels uncomfortable and this is for fun. I'm also making everyone the same age, and Quinn gets pregnant later than she did in the show.
Thanks for reading!
Kurt
Kurt shied away from people as he passed them in the hallway. People always seemed to bump and slam into each other as if they were at a rave. Or maybe that's just how Kurt felt when he was around them. Still, the air was thick with cotton candy scented vapour and every few steps he received a whift of pot or someone's body order. He was brought back to feeling like he was at a rave.
He'd only ever been to one before. Finn had taken him with Puck after their parents had first started dating. Kurt always believed that Finn was the nicest of the cool kids. Especially after he'd joined glee, however short that may have lasted. Glee had ended as abruptly as it had started when Mr. Shue left to be an accountant. He'd returned since, six months later after learning his wife had faked her pregnancy, but he wasn't able to convince Figgins to reopen the club.
Still, Kurt tried to find comfort in the friendship he'd built with Mercedes, and the casual relationship he'd built with Artie and Tina. Even though they were close, Kurt usually felt they wouldn't hate for him to have lunch with them. He also usually felt comfortable sitting with Rachael, as uptight and unpleasant as she might be, but Mercedes was certainly his favourite.
He hadn't told her yet but he was fairly certain she'd saved his life. Kurt wasn't sure he had many more trips to the dumpsters, or slushies, or random attacks in the bathroom left in him. He'd started to feel like maybe he had something of a family at McKinnley after glee club. But he began feeling more alone than every when Carol and Finn moved in.
Kurt had been initially excited at the prospects of having a brother. But that excitement was quickly extinguished with the sharp reminder that his new brother wasn't much of a friend. Especially when his best friends were around.
Noah Puckerman was more relentless but Azimio Adams and David Karofsky were more hate-filled and aggressive about it. Even Puck thought it was too much sometimes. Kurt had endured, almost painfully, sharing a room with Finn when they first moved in. He'd thought originally that it would be an excellent bonding opportunity, but learned quickly it was quite the opposite.
Finn didn't feel extremely comfortable sharing a room with him because he was gay. Although he tried to be subtle about it, it wasn't a secret. Especially not when Azimio and Dave came over and openly harassed Finn about sharing his room with a "homo." They were always careful not to be too loud about it when Burt and Carol were home. Azimio and Dave enjoyed trashing Kurt's side of the bedroom while they mocked them, and this often made Finn uncomfortable, but he never actively stopped it. Both Puck and Finn would insist they stopped, and usually they would after a few more nasty comments. Puck, at least Kurt thought, didn't touch his things when he came over.
Things had gotten a little better after Sam Evans had joined McKinnley. Kurt almost felt comfortable being in his room when Sam came over, rather than staying upstairs, or preferably at a park or at Mercedes or Rachael's house. Sam was a lot less tolerant of Azimio and Dave which allowed Finn to feel comfortable following, and they began coming over less.
Kurt was pulled suddenly out of his thoughts as he was suddenly, and violently, shoved into a locker by two larger boys bumping into one another. Based on their lack of realisation, Kurt assumed they hadn't done it on purpose, but still the reminder that he was so invisible hurt him.
"H-hey Kurt." He pulled himself from the locker but struggled to turn to face the girl who'd spoken. The lockers were not dented and he wasn't beaten into them but he felt as if his body were a bag of sand permanently glued to the thin metal doors.
"Hey Tina." he wasn't sure his voice was that strong. He wasn't sure he wanted it to be any stronger. He didn't trust the emotions he'd be feeling if he allowed himself to feel them.
"A-a-are y-you okay?" Tina asked.
"I'm fine, thank you." For asking, he added in his head. Or maybe he said it aloud. He wasn't sure.
"H-how was y-your w-w-weekend?" She wondered.
"Fine, how about yours?"
"A-A-A-Ar-rtie and I-I went t-t-to a m-movie with s-some f-friends. It wa-as f-fun. N-next time do y-you sh-sh-sh-ould come."
"Thank you." Kurt answered as he hugged his note books and stared blankly across the hall. He didn't want to go to a movie. He didn't want to be at school. He especially didn't want to go home... he considered, maybe if he was home sick, then he could have a few free moments to be himself. He could watch some movies that he loves, or listen to music that he likes to listen to without fear that some bully would come up behind him and take out his headphones or hurt his phone or record player. He wanted a safe space, but it seemed that was impossible now.
"A-a-re you g-going to?" Tina wondered.
"I'll think about it." He answered in a dry, emotionless voice. "But thank you, Tina."
"Okay. I-I'm g-going to class now." Tina smiled. "F-feel f-free to f-find us at lunch."
"I will." Kurt responded wanting nothing more than to fade away into the nothingness he felt. Why was he in school? What was the point? He didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up. All his real dreams seemed impossible. Especially if nobody ever really saw him. "Thank you, Tina."
It was a few moments after Tina had gone that the crowded halls started to thin that he stepped into the traffic and started to walk towards class. He was hesitant, as if walking the green miles, and almost arrived to class late. He arrived just in time, though, to sit at his spot at the back of the class next to a boy who smelled as if he was living on the football field and hadn't changed his clothing in a week.
Kurt, as was usual for him, was unable to focus during the class. He stared off into space as the teacher droned on about physics, a subject Kurt was certain he would not be pursuing. He wasn't necessarily bad at it, but it was not one of his favourites. No subjects were his favourite anymore. He just wanted to go to bed. He wanted to go to bed away from his house or Finn or anyone else and not wake up for fifty years.
This is how his days proceeded everyday. There was no change. There was nothing to increase his desire to learn or live or continue. His second class was English, a class he generally did focus in because the teacher had so graciously sat him next to Sam. Sam didn't seem to have a lot to say, but he was always nice to Kurt. Maybe not nice enough to date him, but Kurt also didn't want to risk trying to see if Sam was gay. He couldn't handle anymore rejection and he wasn't sure he was ready for his fantasy romance to become just that.
There was still possibility, and he didn't want to lose that.
But when the class was inevitably over it was time for him to return to the reality of his life. He trudged his way towards the cafeteria wondering if maybe he'd see a friend, or perhaps he could go eat lunch in the theatre. Maybe he could start leaving campus. The Lima Bean would probably be more entertaining.
Luckily for Kurt, Mercedes was already at a table and he could easily join. He avoided the other kids, though, as he always did. He feared what making eye contact would do, but still he managed to hold himself with a graceful confidence that told people he wasn't avoiding their gaze, but just too good to meet it.
After school was very much the same as everyday. Kurt drove five miles out of his way to a beach along the lake where he sat in his car and silently stared out at the water. New York is what he wanted, or Los Angeles is he was desperate. But he wasn't sure those dreams were coming anytime soon. And waiting felt like forever. And what if when he finally got there no one wanted him. Show business was full of rejection. He wasn't sure he could handle much more.
Miss. Pilsbury had given him multiple pamphlets on why suicide wasn't the correct option, but what was the point of living? He couldn't be happy here. And he wasn't brave enough to go anywhere else. He was the only openly gay person he knew, and from how he was treated he understood why. He'd made a pact with himself not to kill himself until he was 25. Once he was 25, if he still wanted to, he could. But he couldn't do that too his dad yet. And he didn't want to give the kids at school the satisfaction. Plus, he wasn't sure he wanted to be forever memorialised by a page in the yearbook.
He finally got home about ten minutes before dinner. Burt was happy that Kurt got home but it seemed Finn may have been less so.
"Good you're home, kid." Burt smiled. "You can set the table."
"Okay." Kurt didn't attempt to add false emotion to his voice today.
"Are you okay?" Burt wondered.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Kurt said dully. "Just a little tired."
"Long day at school?"
"Yeah." he moaned. "I have a physics test tomorrow.
He always used school as his excuse for not being home on time. He did have a quiz the next day, but his father wouldn't know the difference.
"Well good luck, then." Burt smiled and patted Kurt's back. "I'm sure you're going to kill it."
"Or myself." He grumbled to himself as he started grabbing plates from the cupboard.
"What was that?" Burt snapped with a deep power to his voice that made Kurt jump a little.
"How many places?" Kurt wondered, wide eyed with a racing pulse. He'd felt that fear and panic, but very faintly.
"Oh." Burt laughed awkwardly once. "Five. Finn has a friend over."
Kurt wanted to ask which friend but didn't want to let his voice crack around his father. It would have to be a surprise then. He had no idea what sort of torment waited for him.
Kurt was the first to sit at the table, followed by Carol, then Finn and Sam, then Burt. Kurt was relaxed by the fact it was Sam.
"So boys, how was school?" Burt wondered once everyone was seated.
"Good." Finn answered.
"Fine." Kurt said as he lazily played with the peas on his plate with his fork.
"What about you Sam?" Carol wondered with a smile.
He seemed surprised by her question but smiled the best he could manage and answered, "It was pretty good. Thank you Mrs. Hummel-Hudson. There was a new guy in two of my classes. So that was interesting."
"New kid?" Burt wondered, "Have you met him yet, Kurt."
"I have not." Kurt answered a little stiffly as he focused on his food.
"He seems cool." Sam continued. "I have math and P.E. with him."
"Yeah, I had P.E. with him." Finn nodded. "I heard he used to go to Dalton academy, but he stole a school bus or something one too many times so they kicked him out."
"That's just a rumour." Sam argued.
"Why don't we invite him over for dinner some time." Carol offered. "Give him a chance to fit in."
"I'm not sure he'd like that." Finn stated suddenly giving a sideways glance to Kurt. Sam did the same.
Kurt dropped his fork in response and asked, "Can I please be excused. I don't feel well."
"We sat down a minute ago." Burt complained. "You haven't even had a chance to eat anything."
"I don't feel well."
"Fine" Burt surrendered, "But at least take your food with you encase you get hungry."
Kurt nodded, grabbed his plate, and went downstairs to his room. He couldn't relax though. He left the plate on the floor as he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling trying to anticipate when someone would come in and bother him. The anticipation made it impossible to relax and after almost an hour of dread and fear that he'd be interrupted, he gave up and returned upstairs with his plate.
Kurt finished cleaning off his plate just in time to overhear Sam and Finn talking about Sam's walk home. It sounded to Kurt like Sam didn't feel very excited about walking, but also didn't want Finn to drive him home and interrupt his night. Kurt walked casually towards the duo as they said goodbye. Then Sam turned and was walking down the path.
"Why doesn't Sam just spend the night?" Kurt wondered, genuinely enjoying the thought of both sleeping in the same room as Sam and sharing in a boy's night which he never got to do.
Finn made a face as he answered, "He doesn't feel comfortable with that."
"What do you mean?" Kurt glanced around Finn towards the street as if he could still say goodbye to Sam.
"What do you think I mean, dude?" Finn wondered sounding exasperated. "I share a room with you. And it makes guys uncomfortable."
"I... don't understand." Kurt replied honestly.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Finn wondered looking uncomfortable about the situation.
"Yes." Kurt snapped, "That would probably be best."
"You're gay, dude." Finn finally explained sounding relieved to have it off his chest, though he was whispering as he said it. He'd already been yelled at and threatened by Burt after Puck made a sissy joke, and didn't feel like being kicked out as Burt threatened to do if they ever said anything like it again. "And no guy wants to sleep in a room with..."
"Well, you do it every night. You seem okay." Kurt spat sourly.
"Yeah, but I don't know what happens when I fall asleep, and I don't think I wanna."
"So you're telling me that you and your friends don't feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as me because you're scared I'm going to molest you." Kurt stated.
"Can you lower your voice please?" Finn requested in a harsh whisper.
"I always though you were better than this Finn." Kurt said shaking his head. "And just for you're own piece of mind, I would never touch you, especially not in your sleep... you're not my type..."
"That's bullshit and you know it." Finn snapped quietly. "You don't think I've seen how you look at me? At school, at dinner, especially when I used to get out of the shower. Quinn doesn't even want to come over anymore because she doesn't like how you glare at her."
"That's how I look at everyone." Kurt replied coolly. "And don't flatter yourself too much. I thought you might be a little appealing when you were a hero type, before I really knew you. It was more of an admiring than anything else. But now I've met you, I've seen how awkwardly insecure you are, how you eat your food isn't pleasant, and you snore... a lot... you're not my type Finn."
Finn didn't have a chance to respond properly because Kurt had already turned away. Instead he called, "Yeah, well... you neither." as Kurt turned to walk back down the stairs.