A/N: I apologize this story took a bit of time to write. I'm one of those writers that always has Writer's Block. So, expect this from me. I tried my best to explain how things work for Kurt like bullying and being in Glee Club.
D/N: The characters of Glee within this story are not owned by me.
The next day, it was after school and Kurt was googling over Blaine's notes in his tattered notebook from yesterday in the hallway. He didn't realize he was smiling softly. He didn't realize he was tracing Blaine's handwriting with his finger. He also didn't realize that Karofsky, the resident bully of William McKinley High, was walking straight towards him.
Karofsky quickly smacked the notebook out of Kurts hands and down onto the floor as well as shoved Kurt into his locker, hard. Kurts back stinged with pain as he slid down the locker. His head throbbed from the impact as well. He quickly scrambled for the notebook, sprawled out upon the ground but couldn't get it in time before Karofsky kicked it out of the fallen boys reach and kicked the fallen boy in the stomach as well.
Kurt grabbed his stomach in pain and sucked in breath through his teeth. Soon, his hair was pulled as Karofsky tugged Kurt upwards so that they were both face to face. Karofsky gritted his teeth, "You stupid queer," then looked over to the notebook, "What'cha got there?"
Karofsky shoved Kurt in the locker yet again, and went to go pick up the notebook. As he opened it and began to read, Kurt slowly got back up on his feet and tried to snatch the notebook away, but the bigger athlete was too quick... and tall. Kurt jumped up and down to get the notebook that was a good two feet above him and his reach.
Kurt tried so hard to verbally tell him to give the notebook back, but his words sounded messy. The athlete begain to make fun of his speech as well, quoting that he sounded weird trying to speak and that he didn't make sense.
Finally, there were loud footsteps being heard from down the hallway, just about to turn the corner. Kurt would have the current situation stopped. For now. Just as the steps got louder and were just about to turn the corner, Karofsky shoved the notebook in Kurts chest, backed away from him and started doing random signs as if he was having light conversation.
Coach Bieste came around the corner, "Dave! Practice is about to start and you're not out on the field," she called out at him.
Karofsky nodded and smiled, "Sorry about that. I'll be right there!"
"And you," Bieste pointed towards Kurt. Kurt glanced up to see her pointing towards him and read her lips carefully, "You're supposed to be at Glee Club right now."
Kurt quickly nodded and started gathering his things. When he finished, he turned and saw that Coach Bieste wasn't there anymore but Karofsky still was. To prove it, the athlete shoved the smaller boy into the lockers one more time before running off towards the P.E. Fields. But before Karofsky fully went outside, he turned to Kurt, pointed towards his own eyes with his index and middle fingers then used the same two fingers to point back at Kurt. To say, 'I'm watching you.'
Kurt stepped inside the Music Room of the school. His fellow students, Gleemates, were either warming up their vocals or tuning their instruments to play; for some of them played while singing. Like Puck for example, the badboy with a mohawk, he played guitar during performances sometimes. Although Kurt thought Puck really wasn't a badboy for being in Glee Club. 'Why would a so called badboy be in a club like this at all? Shouldn't he be out on his motorcycle or something?' Kurt would think time to time.
Kurt however had a different type of warm up. He cracked his fingers and wrists and started doing warmups via the wave and making claws to flat hands. He even decided to add Jazz Hands and Spirit Fingers for the fun of it, laughing to himself.
Kurt looked up to see everyone assembling to their seats to see todays music lesson was going to be. He started warming up his arms as well as he walked over to his seat. He sat by a bigger, African-American girl named Mercedes; his best friend. She knew how to sign only because Kurt had given her mini-lessons through the years of them being friends. Every once in a while she would not know how a word is signed. So the process was to write the words down, Kurt would look over them, then recall and sign them to the other to teach them the word.
Today, the club was going to learn and practice The Fray's Look After You. Mr. Shuester, the Glee Club instructor, explained that they were doing a lot of fast, upbeat songs recently and he wanted to slow down a bit. Kurt understood by Mercedes signing to him as she listened.
"I want at least a slow song or two for the concert coming up in two weeks," Mr. Shuester explain as music sheets were handed out. Kurt began carefully reading the lyrics and signing them to himself. Now all he needed was to find the beat by holding a stereo and to read some peoples lips as they sang, in order to know when exactly to sign. Him and Mercedes sat by a huge stereo in order to do this.
Mr. Shuester stepped in front of the class and began preparing them for a future school concert, "Ahem! Class... Let's begin!"
Everyone in the Glee Club waved goodbye to each other as they walked off campus to go home. Kurt wanted to walk home today, he informed his father earlier that morning before he went to school. As he took off in his homes' direction, he noticed a familiar person sitting outside of school grounds on a bench. When the familiar boy turned, Kurt noticed it was Blaine.
Wanting to impress him with learning his name, he quickly perked up, smiled and walked over to him, "Hi, Blainey!"
Blaine turned and found Kurt standing above him, blocking out the sunlight in his eyes. He smiled at Kurts attempt and patted a spot next to him on the bench, "Hello, Kurt."
Kurt quickly sat down and beamed. He looked at Blaine, put his two fists together, pointed the fists towards Blaine then pointed at him with his index finger. He was signing "How are you?" Blaine, without hesitation held his palms flat, upwards. His left hand below his right. His right hand just fell down onto his left hand as if to say, "Good," then pointed to Kurt, "You?"
Kurt gasped and turned wide eyed. No one ever spent time on their own to learn Sign Language in order to communicate with him. It was always him teaching everyone else. Blaine learned on his own. Finally, answering Blaines question, he repeated the other boys "good" sign. The two boys smiled at each other and continued on with their conversation to the best of their ability.