A/N There are quite a few warnings for this chapter. Let's see: Violence, swearing, homophobia, kids being cruel, BAMF young Kurt. Did I cover everything? I hope. Thanks for your follows, and I appreciate your feedback.
Kurt never tired of spending time with Rachel. They spent many days on the school playground talking about fashion, musicals, and which boys were cute. As terrible as she was to listen to, she was the only friend he had managed to make in the past three years of school. At eight years old, the two of them were the outcasts of the school, something hard to believe was possible at such a young age. Rachel was picked on because she was obnoxious and all the other kids called her ugly because of her big nose. They picked on Kurt because he was what they called a "faggot", not that he really understood what that meant, he just assumed it was bad. All of the other children usually ignored them, calling them names under their breath if anything at all. The teachers didn't pay much attention to them, except to chastise them when the talked back to their tormentors. Then, there were the bullies, the people who actively targeted them just to make them miserable.
Their bullies sought them out on most days, coming over to where they were peacefully chatting, and making snide comments, sometimes worse. It was a common occurrence, something that the two of them had come to expect. As usual, Rachel and Kurt were seated on the bench next to the old swing set, chatting about the possibilities of a multicolored trench coat, to which Kurt was adamant, when the group of boys came over.
Their leader, a burly boy named Joshua, who was a couple years older than them, came right up to where Rachel was seated, and sneered down at her.
"Who the heck dresses you? Your mother?" teased the boy, as he smirked down at the garish colors of Rachel's sweater and skirt combination. The bully laughed when Rachel blushed, his disgusting breath right in her face. "Oh, that's right! You don't have a mother, you have two faggot fathers!"
The other boys broke out in laughter, obviously enjoying the pained look on Rachel's face. Joshua, however, wouldn't be satisfied until he go to see her cry. In his eyes, two men being together was wrong and disgusting. He was taught from a young age that anything other than a man and a woman was unnatural, just like that Rachel girl, and the gay boy, Kurt. He felt he needed to teach them a lesson, so he made sure that they knew where they belonged, in the dirt. As if to prove his point, he roughly grabbed a lock or Rachel's hair, and viciously tugged until she stumbled into the mud next to the bench. The other boys snickered loudly behind Joshua, smiling at each other when he threw something back at them. It was that same lock of Rachel's hair.
Kurt, who had been too afraid to do anything up to that point, jumped out of his seat and sank down to where Rachel was clutching her head. He tried to make sure she was okay, but she wouldn't let him see her face. He pried her hands away and shushed her when he saw her face streaming with tears, half covered in mud. The pitiful look of Rachel's face caused Kurt to become enraged at the boys, he hopped up to look them square in the eyes. Kurt was about to tell them off, when Joshua pushed him backwards into the bench, knocking the air out of his lungs.
"What are you gonna do, homo? Hit me? I dare you, you little fag." teased Joshua as he vengefully watched Kurt gasp for breath. Kurt glared defiantly back at them, still reeling from the shove. A little voice in his head was urging him to lash out at the boys, to make them feel the pain that he was subjected to. Kurt, however, knew better than to give into his instincts, as they usually got him into trouble. Joshua, taking his silence as defeat, leered down at him and smiled maliciously.
"I thought so. You couldn't if you tried." sneered the boy, before he roughly pulled Kurt off the bench and shoved him into the mud next to Rachel. He gave Kurt a farewell kick to he side before we called his buddies to go torment some other child.
Kurt gasped from the pain blossoming in his side, and tried not to cry at the mud currently staining his expensive clothes. He knew that he should stand up to them but they out numbered him, and they were much bigger. Still, he couldn't help but feel resentful and vindictive towards the group. It was enough to make him want to shut them up for good. He pondered on the consequences, as he pulled Rachel up from where she was still sobbing in the mud. A strong voice in his head reassured him he could get away with getting rid of them, or at least that jerk, Joshua. After much consideration on Kurt's part, it seemed like a legitimate idea. If he took away the ring leader, then his buddies would leave them alone. Kurt hatched a devious plan as he half-hauled Rachel to the girls' bathroom.
It was late at night, after Kurt's mother had gone to bed, and Kurt was laying restlessly in his bed. No matter how much he thought about it, and how much the voice in his head argued otherwise, he couldn't justify harming another person. No matter how much he despised them. By the time he had fallen asleep, Kurt had decided to resolve the matter in a peaceful, non-violent way. If it was even possible. He fell into a sleep riddled with nightmares of the taunting boy's face, and the harsh words he spoke.
Samael stood by Kurt's bed, watching the boy in his fitful sleep full of nightmares. He was not pleased when the boy decided not to heed his advice at take his revenge upon his tormentors. Despite how much Samael had tried to convince the boy that it was justified, Kurt would turn his cheek. It was not a pleasant development by far, Samael was tempted to force the boy into harming the bullies. However, he couldn't ignore Kurt's strong willed opposition, it was a good trait for him to possess in the future. Even though Kurt showed signs of moral strength when in danger, Samael did not approve of the boy letting himself be taken advantage of. If Kurt refused to take matters into his own hands, Samael would.
The next day, Kurt tried remarkably hard to ignore Joshua, which was easier said than done. The bully seemed to be everywhere that Kurt went, as if he was following him. It was as if the incident that had happened the day before spurred the boy on, making him more malicious than usual. By the third time Joshua had made fun of him that day, Kurt had had enough. He was just about ready to take back his own advice, and show the boy a taste of his own bitter medicine. However, no matter how mean Joshua got, Kurt reminded himself that he was above hurting others, that it wasn't worth it.
Kurt just barely made it through the day without getting injured, something for which he was rather grateful. He was walking down the hallway, pondering on what his mother was going to make for dinner, when he was roughly grabbed and dragged into the stairwell. There, standing in with Kurt's arm clutched tightly in his grasp, was Joshua. He wasn't with his usual friends, he had decided to have a moment alone with the "fairy" so he could teach him a lesson. Before Kurt got the chance to struggle, or yell for help, Joshua landed a hard punch to Kurt's left cheek. The weight of the blow caused Kurt to topple from his captor's grasp, and teeter towards the wall.
Joshua was just about to land another punch, this time to his stomach, when Kurt looked up at the boy from where he was leaning on the wall. The sight the boy saw all but scared the piss out of him. It was as if Kurt's eyes had changed to a crimson red, and his usual docile face had been taken over by a twisted and cruel smile. Kurt stalked towards the boy menacingly, making the boy backtrack, towards the stairs. Each step that Joshua took closer to the stairs made Kurt's face morph wickedly. The bully was on the edge of the top stair, clutching the railing like a lifeline.
"What are you?!" screamed the boy in despair, to which Kurt only laughed an eery laugh. Kurt came as close as he could to the boy, and gently placed his hands on the boy's chest.
Even though Kurt was attracted to boys, he could feel a muted sense of disgust at the thought of touching his tormentor. Kurt felt as though he was numb, barely able to control his actions, if at all. He felt as though he was merely a spectator in one of his most terrifying fantasies, one in which he was able to carry out his most wicked desires without the thought of consequence. He boy sneered down at Kurt's touch, a terrified look of disgust on his face. Kurt, however, just smiled at the boy, laughing softly. He mustered a superhuman amount of strength, and pushed the boy as hard as he could down the flight of stairs, an inhuman sound of delight leaving his lips.
There were a serious of muffled thumps, and a few cracking sounds as Joshua toppled down the secluded stairs. Each cracking sound was accompanied by a shriek of pain as the boy collided with the cold cement stairs. As Joshua tumbled down, Kurt calmly and serenely descended the stairs after him, an amused smile of satisfaction on his face. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Kurt was met by his slightly mangled and bloodied tormentor. It looked as though the boy had broken at least two limbs, and was slowly bleeding from the back of his head. Blood was flowing from Joshua's apparently broken nose, when Kurt leaned down next to him, careful not to get blood on his expensive outfit. Kurt's eyes glowed deviously at the barely conscious boy.
"Listen to me, you little piss ant," spoke Kurt in a deep and demonic voice, as he moved a lock of hair off of his bloody head in mock sweetness. "You're a little fucking bastard, and you deserve to be in pain for all the shit you put me through. If you think you're in a world of pain right now, just ponder on the thought that I could have killed you if I wanted to. I would have made it look like a bloody accident, just like this." He gestured to the position in which Joshua laid, barely able to move and at Kurt's mercy.
" So here's the deal. You, and your brain dead little followers, are going to leave me and my friend alone." said Kurt seriously, still holding onto the boy's lock of hair. Joshua could only stare up at him incredulously. "If not, I will fucking find you, and make you wish you had died today on these stairs. You may not believe me, but just imagine the next time you need to borrow a pencil, or use a pair of shears. Think of how easy it would be to slip-" Kurt yanked the lock of the boy's hair roughly, leaving quite a few hairs in his grasp. "-and never see the light of day again. I'll be seeing you, Joshua."
With that, Kurt walked away from the battered boy, barely conscious of each step that he took. He was halfway home when he started to become aware of his surroundings. The memory of what he had just done made him sick to his stomach, causing him to vomit all over the nearest hydrangea bush. Not sure what to do anymore, Kurt ran the rest of the way home, throwing himself down on his silk duvet and crying despairingly. He couldn't understand what had made him do such a despicable thing, even after he had decided not to resort to violence. He couldn't figure out why, but it was as though someone else had made his decisions for him, and they had chosen to be evil. Feeling as though he couldn't control his emotions anymore, Kurt cuddled up with his favorite scarf and waited for his mother to come home.