It was freezing. That's what you would expect in January. Especially in Lima, Ohio. Kurt Hummel was walking to his car after glee rehearsal. Minding his own business. Just like he always did. But Kurt was gay, and in that cow town, that can get you killed. Kurt tried very hard not to think about that. He was proud of who he was. His dad excepted him, as did every one in glee. If only the rest of the world could think that way.

It was snowing now. They were the big, fluffy snowflakes that Kurt loved. He tilted his head back and caught a few on his tongued. He laughed to himself. His mother loved the snow. He remembered the first time she took him sledding. He was afraid that he would fall off. His mom made sure that she held him tight, just so he would feel safe. He closed his eyes, picturing the scene. A few tears streamed down his cheeks, which were flushed from the low temperature. The wind blew, and Kurt picked up his speed. He heard footsteps behind him in the snow. He didn't turn around. He was afraid to find out who was there. He heard more footsteps. More people. He was about to run when he was struck in the head. It was a baseball bat. He fell to the ground. He felt some one tie a blindfold over his eyes. He tried to scream, but the noise caught in his throat. He felt feet kicking him. In the stomach. In the face. He felt his nose crack. Heard it. He could taste the blood. Tears were filling his eyes. "Aw, poor baby! Do you need your mommy? Oh that's right. She's dead!" he heard some one say. "I bet she killed herself 'cause she couldn't handle the fact that her son was a fag!" he heard another voice say. He was sobbing now. Help me mom! he thought. Please. They were taking off his jacket. His Marc Jacobs peacoat. Now his shirt. Then his shoes. His socks. He knew what was coming. He had seen it on Law and Order: Special Victim's Unit, but he never thought it would happen to him. Next were his pants. Then his underwear. "You wanna be a homo? We're gonna treat you like one!" They all laughed. He felt the bat being pushed inside of him. He whimpered. Not with pleasure, but with pain. "You like that fag? You want more?" They pushed harder. He bit down on his lower lip. It hurt. Bad. Really, really bad. He could feel warm blood rushing out of him. He cried out in pain. They finally withdrew the bat. More kicking. More crying. More blood. So much blood. "Let's go. Drinks on me." They all cheered. Kurt cried.

After they had gone, Kurt felt the cold. He had taken off his blindfold. He was lying in a heap, bleeding, crying, in the snow. It was so cold. He pulled his knees to his chest in an effort to keep warm. I'm going to die. I'm going to see mom. Then everything will be alright. Suddenly, a voice ended his train of thought. "Kurt? Is that you?" It was Mr. Schue. "Oh my God, Kurt. What the hell happened?" Kurt simply continued to cry. Mr. Schue took off his coat and wrapped it around the distraught boy. "I'm going to call an ambulance." whe said, somewhat dazed. Kurt looked up and saw that Mr. Schue was crying. He faintly heard Mr. Schue shoutting into his cell phone, trying to stay calm. When he hung up, he grabbed Kurt. Kurt burried his face into the teacher's shoulder. Mr. Schue was running towards the front entrance of the school. The ambulance was already waiting. Mr. Schue gently laid Kurt on a gurney. He gave Kurt one last look before the boy lost consciousness.