Kurt's mom
I could tell something was wrong before Kurt even came home. I don't' know how, I don't know why, but I knew something was wrong with him. And when he walked through the door I saw my suspicions were right. Right when he came in he ran to me and hugged my waist.
"Kurt what happened?" He buried himself deeper into my dress and mumbled something that I couldn't understand. "Kurt, you need to speak up." He lifted his head and looked at me.
"I fell," I looked at him sternly, wanting the truth. "Okay, I was pushed down some stairs." I fumed. Who would have the audacity to push my Kurt down stairs to harm him?
"What? That's it, I'm going down to that damn school and complain no matter what you say. This is getting worse." I stood up from my seat and headed towards the door. Before I could open it, Kurt grabbed my arm.
"Mom, no!" I yanked my arm out of his grasp and turned to him.
"Yes, Kurt! You could have died! I'm not letting this go on any longer." I looked at him, seeing tears welling up in his eyes.
"Please, don't. There's only two weeks left of school now. Trying to do anything is pointless. And they could do worse since I've told. Please mom… please just leave it be." I sighed, knowing what I thought before we even got here.
I wish he would be more independent.
Now he was trying whenever I wanted him to need me.
"Fine."