Author's Note: I'm sorry for the update delays! I've been very busy with school and such, but I plan on updating every couple of days (hopefully).
I really hope you have been liking my story (: And thank you for reading!
This story has scenes from 2x6, but the time frame is around episode 2x8-2x9
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Kurt awoke to the silent, soothing sound of birds chirping, and the warm, fuzzy feeling of sun gleaming down on him through the windows. He slowly grasped reality, as his dull headache began to throb painfully and his ribcage felt like a thousand knives had been jabbed into them.
"Hello?" Kurt said weakly, coughing from the pain breathing brought on.
"It's me, Kurt. It's Blaine." Blaine smiled, holding onto Kurt's hand.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kurt demanded, unpleased with the way he looked at the moment.
"I'm not going to judge you, Kurt. You're beautiful all the time." Blaine said loudly without thinking. "I mean…I'm here for support, Kurt. You were bullied and I want you to be around someone who has gone through this."
"I'm fine, Blaine. Can you just leave?" Kurt hissed. He was done, done with everything. Nobody really cared for him, he didn't matter. Nobody should waste their time on Kurt. He was broken, a mess. It was better for Blaine if he left Kurt alone, or so Kurt thought.
"Why?" Blaine frowned.
"Can you just leave? I'll be fine. I just…want to be alone in my misery, thanks." Kurt implored.
"Alright, but if you need anything, call." Blaine smiled weakly and reaching down to give Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze, but Kurt pulled away quickly. Blaine was completely dumbfounded. Why was Kurt ignoring him? Was Blaine being to rude, or was it what he said? These thoughts were eating away at Blaine's mind every second of the day.
Kurt walked slowly down the hallway, wearing a long sweater and the loosest pants he could find, which were still mildly skinny. He wore the outfit amazingly well, for Kurt Hummel always dressed for the best, no matter the circumstances. He strutted down the hallway, receiving wandering eyes and judgmental glares. He pushed them aside and gracefully pulled his books out of his locker.
The previous week had been hectic for Kurt. He was slowly recovering from the assault, Carol and his father had announced that they were soon to be married, Blaine had been constantly texting Kurt (texts that were ignored), and Kurt had taken a lot of his time coming to the decision that he wasn't going to let anyone into his emotional wreckage. He was going to be closed off, putting on his best diva face and strutting down the halls like he was fine. Even though, he wasn't. Kurt struggled with the fact that he had been assaulted for being who he is, and Karofsky only getting a mere slap on the wrist for it. He was tired of being pushed around like he was inferior to others, he was tired of his only parent forgetting his beloved mother, and he was tired of his step-brother not giving a shit about him and tired of being alive. Kurt Hummel was going to keep his problems to himself, and if that meant losing the boy he fell madly in love with, then so be it, Kurt thought.
Kurt slowly gazed at the wedding cake decoration that his mother and father had placed on their cake; it was still in mint-condition. As soon as Kurt had found the old thing at the young age of 5, he had used it to rehearse his dream weddings over and over. The little ornament meant much more to him than almost any of his possessions. Suddenly, Kurt felt warm, smelly breath breathing down his neck. He felt the presence of a large, sweaty man beside him. Kurt instantly tensed up, and froze. Karofsky.
"Come with me now. Walk behind me so it doesn't look like we are talking." Karofsky said quietly, looking off towards another girl's locker, pretending to check her out in the process.
"Why?" Kurt said nervously.
"Just do it!" Karofsky said, shoving Kurt into the locker door.
Kurt quickly brushed himself off, and did as Karofsky told him. He discreetly followed Karofsky into the boy's locker room, fear pulsing through his every vein, trembling and his mind making up situation after situation about what Karofsky was going to do to him. Nothing prepared Kurt for what Karofsky had in store, as the large, husky boy pulled Kurt in for a strange, awkward kiss. Karofsky pulled away, looking furious and angsty. Kurt put his hand to his lip. That is where Karofsky, the extremely homophobic football player kissed me. Kurt was trembling as Karofsky leant in for another kiss, being pushed away weakly by Kurt.
Karofsky banged his fists against the locker room, silent tears flooding his eyes.
So this is why. He's closeted. David Karofsky is gay. Kurt was extremely shocked, collapsing on to the sweaty, cold floor of the boy's locker room.
"If you tell anyone, Hummel. I'll kill you." Karofsky screamed, running quickly out of the locker room.
At that moment, Kurt had never felt more vulnerable. Karofsky had taken away something Kurt always dreamed a man he was in love with would take: his first true kiss. Kurt had been broken before, but this caused him to come crumbling to pieces.
Kurt fumbled with his phone in his pocket, messily punching in Blaine's number from memory.
"Kurt! I've been waiting to hear from you all week? How're you feeling?" Blaine said enthusiastically.
Kurt began to sob violently through the phone, spilling exactly what happened over the phone to Blaine. Within twenty minutes, Blaine was over to McKinley, trying to place the pieces of Kurt Hummel back together.
"-and, and I'm just so sorry I was so rude to you when you came to make sure I was feeling better. I thought it was better, for you, if you just didn't know me. Can't you see what a wreck I am?" Kurt sobbed.
"Shh, Kurt. I don't care that you're unstable. I'm here to help you, Kurt. No matter the cost." Blaine reassured, wrapping his arms around Kurt as he sobbed painfully into Blaine's chest. How about I confront him? I can talk to him; maybe help him along the process of coming out a little. We both know how tough coming to terms with sexuality is, everyone handles it differently. As we know, Karofsky uses anger. But we should help."
"Blaine, he will rip us to shreds." Kurt contended.
"We can't just let him suffer through coming out by himself, we both know how hard that is. We just need to reassure him that he isn't alone." Blaine countered.
"Oh-Okay." Kurt responded weakly, tears slowly coming to a stop.
The next day at school, Kurt was constantly on watch. He feared that Karofsky was luring around the corner, that he would be waiting by his locker, that they would run into each other in the bathroom, that he'd find Kurt in the hallway and mindlessly beat the shit out of him. Kurt felt that he wasn't safe at McKinley High anymore.
But what Kurt was dreading the most was his lunch period. Kurt and Blaine had formed a plan to confront Karofsky that day at lunch. Kurt was worried that Karofsky wouldcompletely snap, and kill him for telling Blaine, just like he said he would. Today could be the last day he lived.
As Kurt walked into English class and sat next to Mercedes, he received sympathetic stares from Rachel and Tina. This was completely new to him, for they never really noticed him unless they needed fashion or boy advice. Kurt turned towards Brittany and Santana, who were also staring at him, practically teary-eyed.
"Mercedes, what's going on?" Kurt whispered.
"K-Kurt, we are so sorry." Mercedes whispered back and Kurt could feel wet tears strolling down her cheek.
"-what?" Kurt said, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Mr. Hummel, Ms. Jones, would you like to share with the class what is so emotionally heart-breaking that you are disrupting my class over?" Mr. Jamerson lectured.
Mercedes quickly began to wipe away her tears and sniffled.
"No, I'm sorry." Kurt responded. He usually would have some good excuse to why he and Mercedes were constantly chatting during his lessons, but his mind was filled with worst case scenarios. Had they too found out about Karofsky? He was surely going to be killed. Did they know something I didn't?
"Detention, tomorrow after school." Mr. Jamerson demanded.
Great.
Kurt hesitated to walk into the courtyard where he knew Blaine was anxiously awaiting his arrival. His bruised ribs still painfully throbbed from the assault, and Kurt's constant uncomfortable clutching of himself to feel less lonely wasn't helping. Kurt hugged himself to attempt to stop himself from trembling, but nothing seemed to help.
"Hey! Kurt! Over here!" Blaine, ecstatic as always shouted, jumping up and down, waving.
Kurt slowly made his way over, dodging a few spitballs aimed his way. Blaine frowned as he saw what the other peers were doing, but Kurt felt nothing. The kids had always done immature pranks like this to him; it became part of his daily schedule.
"You should really say something to them; it's so immature and useless. You don't deserve that, you've been through so much already." Blaine frowned, patting Kurt on the shoulder, eliciting a small flinch from the taller boy. "I'm sorry; you're probably still aching from…"
"-I'm fine." Kurt cut in, focusing his stare down at the floor.
"We don't have to do this, Kurt. I just thought it would help him, and help you by being able to conquer your bully. You know, Kurt, I never had the chance and I regret it day after day. I think it would be really cool if you took advantage of this. And besides, I'm here to protect you."
Those words hit home for Kurt. He had to conquer his bullies. He couldn't keep living in fear like this. Besides, he had Blaine. Blaine was strong and muscular, from what Kurt has seen, (the blazer is sort of a cock block) and cares about Kurt. He was going to be fine.
Kurt smiled at Blaine, the first smile he cast in weeks. Silently, Kurt and Blaine spotted Karofsky and discreetly followed him until they were in a seemingly unpopulated area on the concrete stairs on the outside of the lunchroom.
"Hey." Kurt called out.
Karofsky whipped around, fear flashing through his eyes for a second before turning to ice. "Who's this, your boyfriend?"
"We're here to talk to you about what you did." Blaine chimed in.
"And what's that?" Karofsky retorted.
"You kissed me." Kurt exclaimed.
Karofsky turned around and headed down the stairs.
"We know this is a hard thing to come to terms with, but you should know that you're not alone." Blaine avowed.
Karofsky whipped back around, running hastily towards Blaine. He pinned Blaine up against the wall, fists clenched, ready to attack.
Blaine calmly put his hands up in defense, staring disdainfully at Karofsky's fists. Sadness seemed to overcome Blaine at that moment, Kurt realized. Adrenaline began to pump through him as he daringly shoved Karofsky off the boy he loved so dearly.
"You need to stop this!" Kurt implored.
Tears started to form in the back of Karofsky's eyes as he quickly dashed away. Kurt breathlessly looked back at Blaine who was calmly leaning back against the stair's fencing.
"Well he's not coming out anytime soon." Blaine joked.
Kurt sighed and sadly fell into a heap on the stairs. That didn't turn out the way he expected it to at all.
"Why are you so upset?" Blaine said softly, sitting himself down next to Kurt.
"Before this, I had never kissed anyone. Well, one that counted anyway." Kurt answered, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
Wordlessly, Blaine stood up and motioned for Kurt to do the same.
"Where are we going?" Kurt sniffled.
"Come on, I'll take you out to lunch." Blaine smiled, offering a hand for help getting up, which Kurt happily accepted. Maybe this day wasn't that bad after all.
AN: Thank you for reading!
And if your struggling with bullies on a daily basis, please, inform someone. Whether it's a parent, teacher, staff or a loved one, don't keep it to yourself. Dealing with bullies on your own makes the experience much worse, rather than telling someone and knowing they are there to help you. Don't let yourself be pushed around, because you matter.