Author's Note: I'm sorry for the super late update. I have been pretty busy with homework and stuff. I am this weekend too, but I plan on posting the next one tonight or tomorrow anyway.
So, this one is a little short and a little plotless, but it is an introduction for the next chapter. It's going to be pretty big, so just bear with me. I hope you'll like it.
Takes place around the episode Furt. AU.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee.
Kurt skittishly walked down the hallway to algebra, flinching at every slam of a locker door and every shadow beside him. Kurt even curled into a ball on the floor when Mercedes peeped her head beside his locker door that morning. She couldn't stop expressing how sorry she was for scaring him, even though Kurt forgave her countless times. How could he be mad at her? It wasn't her fault. Though, Kurt couldn't stare anyone in the eye after the incident. No, he wasn't mad, he was embarrassed. Embarrassed he was weak, defenseless and there was nothing he could do from the shark known as Karofsky from pounding on him any moment he pleased. McKinley felt like a death sentence, he wasn't safe.
"Kurt! Over here!" Mercedes smiled, her flashy outfit dazzling from the sunlight reflecting off of it. Oh, what an atrocious outfit. It's so sparkly and childlike. At least it's better than the Technicolor zebra sweatshirt she loved. Hey, plus she chose a window seat. I could use some air.
Kurt was criticizing Mercedes' outfit so crucially that he forgot all about Karofsky or the pain in the pit o his stomach due to anxiety and fear, momentarily that is, until the latter walked right into the room.
The nervous, butterflies in Kurt's stomach immediately felt like they turned into wriggling snakes, biting at his stomach and destroying him from inside out. He felt like he was going to throw up.
"Kurt, are you okay? Your face is ghostly white and you look so drained." Tina asked from across the row.
"No, I'm afraid I'm going to be slaughtered right at this very minute by my tormentor, and you should know this if you actually cared about me, which none of you seem to." Kurt wanted to say, but replied with a simple, yet convincing enough "I'm fine, thanks."
Kurt completely zoned out during this class, his mind flooding with questions like "Why didn't the school board just expel him? Or do anything about it for that matter?" to constantly bringing himself down with comments such as "Get over yourself, Kurt. People are starving in Africa and your freaking out because you think a bully will slaughter you in front of everyone. Yeah, so thoughtful of you Kurt." He was being eaten away by his conscious.
"Blaine?" Kurt said softly into the phone.
"Hello." Blaine said enthusiastically.
"I can't stay here anymore. It's not safe." Kurt said, his voice shaky.
Kurt could practically hear Blaine's heart drop ten floors at that moment, which made Kurt feel even worse. Blaine kept muttering words of encouragement and saying he was on his way.
"No, Blaine. Stop, calm down." Kurt answered, his voice echoing around the bathroom. "I have an idea." Kurt said, returning to a whisper.
"Dad it's not that I'm being bullied or anything, don't worry about that, I just-" Kurt bluntly lied, as his phone vibrated. He subtly looked down at the message.
Courage
-Blaine
Kurt smiled at the text, feeling slightly more confident in his request after that when a voice boomed from nearby.
"Kurt. You know that isn't true. Tell Burt the truth or I will myself." Finn said, appearing in the doorway to the living room.
Burt huffed, turning to glare towards his son. What was going on here? He thought.
"No! I just, I want to enroll in Dalton, that's all. It can…it can challenge my intelligence and singing ability." Kurt exclaimed, hoping that his dad would believe him over Finn. His father really didn't need any more stress; he did just have a double bi-pass. Announcing that his only son was being bullied to the point of wanting to transfer schools could cause a repeat of the previous event.
"That's bull." Finn contented, crossing his arms.
"Finn, why do you care! Stay out of this!" Kurt snapped, shooting out of his seat on the couch. He had enough of Finn, he never cared before, so why is he suddenly now?
"I care because I realized I've been a sucky brother. I haven't done anything to stop this from happening. Sure, I don't know how badly he hurts you or anything…but I don't want you to die Kurt. You have to tell him." Finn proclaimed, looking empathetic towards Kurt.
"Alright. I've had enough of this." Burt announced, turning towards his teary-eyed son. "Kurt, tell me the real reason why you want to transfer to Dalton."
"I…well you know how I was assaulted by that boy a couple of weeks ago? Remember how I said that even though I was hospitalized, most of the injury was from me tripping earlier that day? That he just caught me while I was down?" Kurt conceded.
"Yeah? That boy is a terrible one. Should have been expelled." Burt snorted.
"Well, no. He did it all. He slammed me up against that car and beat me unconscious. It wasn't the first assault; he and others constantly bully me. I learn to live with it, but something happened recently and…and…he threatened to kill me." Kurt revealed.
"What?" Burt and Finn both implored in unison.
"You are getting out of that school. I'm sorry Kurt, I'm sorry. I should have known. You had been off lately, and I just let it fly right past me. I failed Kurt, I failed as a dad. I'm so, so sorry." Burt bellowed.
Kurt was shocked, his father was literally sobbing in front of him. The last time he saw his father shed a tear was during the whole fiasco of his mother dying. This ripped Kurt's heart to shreds.
"..Dad, it's…it's okay. It's my fault, I should have told you. There was no way you could have known. Just please, let me transfer to Dalton. I have a lot of money saved up, enough for the first semester. I can even…I can even sell some clothes to pay. Just-"
"Kurt, you're not paying a penny. You are going to go to that school, and I'm going to pay for it because that's what a father does." Burt sniffled, pulling Kurt into a hug.
"Thank you, Dad. I love you." Kurt cried.
"I love you too, buddy."
Kurt turned his head slightly to the door frame where Finn was once standing. However, Finn had disappeared.
"I'm surprised; I didn't think you'd go through with it just because you couldn't strut around in your latest clothes straight out of Vogue." Blaine chuckled after Kurt called squealing that he was transferring.
"Well, I will find a way to express my individuality another way. Besides, there is always the weekend and other events where I will get to wear my latest trends. I'm already plotting weekend outfits as we speak." Kurt laughed.
"So, will you be boarding?"
"I assume so. Dalton's too far to keep driving back and forth. Are there any available rooms?"
"Yeah, there is one right down the hall with my friend Jeff. He's a really good guy, but he's a handful. A real riot." Blaine chuckled.
"Well, I'll see for myself." Kurt happily replied. "And Blaine?"
"Yeah?" Blaine answered.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving my life, all the time. You honestly have no idea how many times you have saved my life in the few months I have known you."
"Kurt, I don't need to be thanked. You did it yourself, well aside from when you were choking. But anyone in their right mind would have helped you. All the other times it was you, you prospered through the hardships and I admire that about you. You are the most courageous person I have ever had the honor of knowing." Blaine said earnestly.
"Trust me, you have played a major role in my courageousness. Without you I would be a mess, so thank you, Blaine Anderson. I don't know what I would do without you."
AN: Yeah, a pretty sappy ending. But I love Klaine and they can be sappy all they want.
Thank you for reading.
So another cheesy little quote that hopefully will make your day a teeny bit better,
"When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless." ~Chris Colfer