You know how there are those authors that post a new story and like two updates later they are on some sort of hiatus? Yeah... I'm so sorry. But... thanks for adding this story to your favorites/story alerts. And special thanks to my friend and her sister who keep encouraging me! Sorry for any type of error, I seriously wrote this up today.

Chapter 3

It was proven that the New Directions couldn't beg if they couldn't find Kurt. They saw him; in the mornings before school, he dropped off Finn. Finn couldn't get Kurt to talk, though. They also saw him in classes but couldn't talk to him there either. The teachers would call them out and tell them to shut up. When they passed notes to Kurt he would rip them up. In the hallways he didn't spend time at his locker doing his hair or checking over his outfit for the day, he just got his book or binder and went to his next class.

He didn't have lunch with them anymore. That's what made everyone disappointed. What happened that made him hate them? Obviously it wasn't the break up.

Kurt didn't want to talk to them. He knows they will get into his business like they did when his father was in the hospital. He doesn't want them to tell him that everything is going to be okay and his voice is going to come back. He didn't want to see their pity and for them to say that Blaine was dumb enough to let him go. Kurt really didn't want to see them, especially Blaine, treat him like a porcelain doll.

He spent his time in the library or empty classrooms studying. After realizing that he couldn't sing anymore he felt that he should move on to his second dream. To be a doctor. Kurt remembered that when his father was in the hospital the doctors were professional answering his questions about everything that he was curious about. He also remembered how the doctors didn't have emotion. I'm going to be better, though.

For a whole week he researched different doctors; what their grades were in school, what college or university they went to, what they majored in, where they are working now, everything. He learned about places he has never even heard of, places he knew he would want to go being a singer or not. He also learnt of different scholarships that could help him get to those places because Kurt knew he wouldn't be able to afford the education without them.

A week after quitting the New Directions, Kurt met a boy. Not someone to be romantically involved with though, Johnny was straight. Kurt met Johnny in the library. He seemed to be trying to study but every five seconds he sighed out of boredom. There wasn't anywhere to sit, though. All the tables were occupied by a group so Kurt sat on Johnny's table. Johnny looked up at the sound of the chair moving but didn't say anything when he saw Kurt there. Kurt laid his books on the table and started reading. The red-head, Johnny, noticed the five science books and started having a mental battle with himself.

Should I ask? No, he'll probably just ignore me either way. But he seems to be good with science, the way he keeps reading and flipping the pages with ease. But if I ask he'll probably say that I'm a dumb-ass just because I can't grasp such an easy concept. But on the other hand, he seems nice so he probably would help. No, I'll–Yes. No. Yes! No, dammit! Just ask, what's the worst that can happen?

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Johnny swallowed loudly and hesitantly looked up. Two blue-green eyes looked directly at him with an eyebrow arched up.

"N-no. Why?" Dammit! Now he definitely won't help! He thinks I'm some creep.

"Because you are keep glancing at me like I either have some disease or I'm about to rape you. And I assure you I have regular doctor appointments and you aren't my type." Johnny felt the blush crawling to his face.

"What? No! I wasn't thinking any of those things," he exclaimed loudly. There was a loud shush! coming behind him and he didn't have to turn his head to see the librarian glaring at him. "I just…" Johnny looked down, embarrassed. He wrapped his left arm around himself and with his right hand he pushed his glasses further up on his nose. "You seem to understand the science stuff," he mumbled, "could you… possibly help me?"

Johnny swallowed again and slowly looked up again. "So you don't think I have a disease or that I'm going to rape you just because I'm gay?" Kurt asked. Johnny shook his head. Kurt closed his book, stood up and walked to sit to the chair next to Johnny. "Do you have a test over this chapter?" Johnny nodded. "Is your teacher Mr. Carter?" Johnny nodded again. "Okay, I had him last year. Well, this chapter isn't the hardest but there is some stuff that you do have to remember, though, for the test. Basically, cells…"

Kurt felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around with his bitch-face ready to insult whatever Neanderthal that is trying to slush him. But just mad his face neutral for the kid that he helped in the library today. Johnny? "Yes?"

"I passed! All thanks to you, of course! I know you probably don't want to talk to me, me being a loser and all, but I just wanted to tell you that I passed and with an A!" Kurt didn't have the heart to tell the kid he could care less if he passed when in reality it wasn't true. During his last class he was worried that whatever he told the boy wasn't right and he would certainly fail. Hearing the good news Kurt felt relieved.

Kurt closed his locker. "No worries, it's nice having some good news," he said. Seeing the lop-sided smile on the red-head made the corner of Kurt's lips go up.

"So, um…" Kurt saw Johnny walking next to him in the hallway twisting his hands nervously. "I was wondering, if you weren't busy, or anything…"

Kurt stopped with Johnny stopping right after him. Turning to face the slightly taller boy he said, "Are you always this nervous? You act like you're about to ask someone to prom, or something."

Johnny chuckled but kept twisting his hands. "Yeah, I guess. I'm always nervous around people, I suppose," he replied in a hurry. "Like I was trying to say, would you mind tutoring me?"

With no hesitation, "Sure." Kurt resumed walking like it was no big deal.

Johnny struggled to keep up with him. "Thanks! Um, when would you like to start? I'm free pretty much every day. So…"

"You know what," Kurt started. "Meet me at my locker straight after school and I'll give you my information. But unless you want to be late to class, I suggest hurrying." Kurt almost laughed at the comical face the boy made.

"Thanks!" Johnny said while running in the hallway.

Kurt went into his French classroom, ignoring everyone, and went to his seat at the back. He couldn't help but smile. Maybe making new friends is the way to a fresh new start.