I apologize for my late update. I mean to update about two weeks ago but sadly my laptop crashed and I lost everything. When will I learn to put things onto back ups I will never know.
I would like to thank everyone for all the wonderful reviews, they mean so much to me and are so unexpected, I love these characters and writing about them. You guys are awesome.
louise8959: I lost all my notes for the 'My Little Girl' story. Since I began writing it when I was re-watching the series and I haven't had much interest in watching it again I lost inspiration to rewrite everything I lost. I think I have my notes for chapter 7 still somewhere so I may type that up tonight since I've gotten many reviews asking about it, as soon as I find them. I do apologize but it's kind of taken a back seat and put on hiatus. I hope to have chapter 7 up tonight though.
Anyways, I'll just continue on with the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee just the OC's.
Kurt slowly opened his eyes, trying to blink away his blurry vision. This felt vaguely familiar. He swallowed his panic and carefully looked around.
His eyes landed on a short, plump lady who was probably in her fifties. Her large Brown eyes widened when she realized he was awake.
"Good to see you're awake, Mr. Hummel. I'm Nancy, the school nurse. Do you remember what happened?" She noticed he glanced around, "We're alone."
"I fainted in the hallway." He replied carefully.
"Yes, your roommate brought you here…in full panic mode I might add." She pulled out a folder and began looking it over. He assumed it was some of the medical forms his father submitted.
"How long was I out?"
"For about fifteen minutes, you woke up and then fell back asleep. It's about six now."
Four hours? Who loses that much time without knowing it? Well besides him it seemed.
"Can I go now?" He asked, sitting up from the uncomfortable bed. School nursing beds were gross. He stared at the wall trying to focus his vision. He wasn't sure if the blurry vision was a side-effect of the meds he was on or a side-effect from the concussion and brain trauma. Either way it'd take a minute to focus again.
Nancy sighed, "Yes. If it happens again I'll have to report it to your father and physician. We'll chalk this down to first day nerves."
He nodded and quickly left after thanking her when she gave him directions to the dorms. There was no need to stress his father out over such a stupid incident. As he walked down the hallway he berated himself for his reaction to Zach's touch. He probably thought Kurt was a freak. He sighed, it was better that way. He would stay away now. Hopefully he didn't tell the others, he didn't need the tormenting to start so early.
"Hey Kurt, wait up." He froze and waited for Blaine to catch up. He should've kept walking; the look on Blaine's face told him this would not be good.
"Why did you run out today? Zach's afraid he offended you already."
Strange, he didn't mention the fainting. Didn't Zach tell him?
"Claustrophobic." He bit his lip trying to look embarrassed.
"Right." Blaine looked dubious, before smiling, "Sorry I should've warned you, Zach doesn't really understand personal boundaries of other people."
Kurt nodded. They continued on towards their dorm not really talking. Finally they reached Kurt's room just as the awkward silence had become overwhelming.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow. Breakfast is at seven. See you then." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the awkward shuffle Blaine started to do.
"Bye." Was all he said going into his room. He closed the door, staring at it.
"Don't freak out."
Kurt jumped and turned around looking to the right side of the room, a hand over his heart. Zach sat on his bed against his headboard, a DS in hand, moving his body to follow the moves on screen. He looked ridiculous.
"Dude, I said don't freak out. What goods a warning if you're going to do it anyways?"
He shrugged, going over to his bed. He sat down on the edge, looking at the pictures on his nightstand. He was waiting for Zach to bring up what happened earlier. He didn't want to talk about it, he had no idea what excuse he could possibly come up with to explain his behavior in the hall because he sure as hell wasn't going to tell the truth.
"So…" Kurt stiffened, waiting for the insults to fly, "Do you have a DS?"
He blinked, "Excuse me?"
"You know that's the second time you've said that to me in our brief encounters. Are you deaf by chance or I guess hard of hearing would be more appropriate given the circumstances. Or am I not speaking English? Do you. Own. A DS. I have no idea what DS stands for so that's as dumb down as it gets. I guess I'll have to ask Nikel what it means. He should know." He pulled out his phone with one hand and began to text.
"No?" He just stared at his roommate, not even realizing he just answered in his normal tone of voice rather than the lower range he's taken to lately.
"Was that a question or no you don't have one?" His phone beeped, "Aha! It means Dual Screen. Well that doesn't really sound right, do you own a dual screen. Pssh sounds like a-"
"I don't have one." He moved to lie down on his bed, interrupting his rambling.
"Dude, that sucks. I'm sick of playing Mario Kart against computers and Nikel told me if I bug him tonight he'll rip my balls off; I wonder if he counts that text I sent him as bugging him. Well I guess he'll have to try to rip my balls off." He turned to Kurt holding up a finger, "Which, of course, I think he would enjoy the process a bit too much. Nikel's our RA by the way and I think he's enjoying the stick they shoved up his ass for the job because he blows me off all the time to do work and chill with his ho -don't tell her I called her that- but we're supposed to be bro's. Don't you hate that?"
Kurt turned his head to stare at Zach, stunned.
"Do you ever shut up?" He couldn't help himself. Never in his life had he ever heard anything like it.
"Not while I'm awake and I've been accused of sleep talking so not while I'm asleep either. By the way, be weary of that. I have no filter while asleep so anything said should be taken with a grain of whatever that saying is."
"No would've been sufficient." Kurt grumbled, rolling over to feign sleep. He didn't want to talk anymore. He didn't want to make friends. He just wanted to be alone.
"It's only 6:30, you can't be going to bed yet." Zach gasped, "Plus I have to go over the rules of the room with you since I have to have a roommate. All my other roommate couldn't keep up with them all so they all left. How long do you think you'll last? Fine don't answer, I feel optimistic about you so I'll say two months."
He didn't answer or say anything. And his therapist thought he was insane, what was he rooming with? Maybe his Dad sent him to the mental ward after all. He took a deep breath and blanked his mind of all those thoughts.
He continued to lay there focusing on his breathing so he wouldn't think. He ended up listening to Zach curse and yell at Yoshi and Wario for whatever reason. Eventually it lulled him to sleep.
'He barely made it a couple of steps before a foot shot out and tripped him. A pair of hands pushed into his back making sure he went down. He couldn't get his arms down fast enough causing him to belly flop to the ground, his arms out before him. His ribs and stomach pounded in pain almost blacking him out.'
He woke up at midnight silently screaming. His head was throbbing and his chest heaved. He wouldn't sleep any more tonight. With a sigh he grabbed his laptop and passed the time emailing various New Direction members, looking up random fashion tips and other things to keep his mind off his nightmares, his memories.
Finally it was an acceptable hour to shower and pretend he just woke up. Once all that was done he walked back into his room so Zach could get ready.
As soon as the bathroom door shut Kurt opened up a bag under his bed and took out all his prescriptions: Sarafem for the depression, Prazosin for symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress and Seroquel which was an anti-psychotic drug for PTSD delusions. They helped with the headaches and sleeping problems…sometimes. They also made him very numb, more than he already was. His doctor was hoping to pull back on some of them soon.
He took them one by one before Zach could come back and ask unnecessary questions. Zach came back out fully dressed in uniform but wearing a tie-dye necklace with a peace sign on it. Seriously?
"Ready for your first day of classes at Dalton?"
He shrugged, not really caring. Much like Blaine his lack of answer didn't seem to deter Zach. What was wrong with these people?
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
"If it's Nikel, know that I'm mad at you."
There was a snort on the other side of the door, "When aren't you?"
Zach pulled open the door, glaring, "Don't be a bitch, Nikel Christopher Kattalakis."
"I can do that too, Zachariah Amar Bendig. The Lord remembers making a home. What is wrong with your name?"
"Yeah well what's wrong with yours? Your parents must've thought let's give him a name he can't spell until he's twenty."
"At least my parents weren't on crack."
"Acid isn't better."
"Where the hell did you get that tie?"
What. In the name. Of Gaga. Kurt stared at the two completely baffled.
Blaine appeared at the door behind them. He didn't seem at all affected by their back-and-forth. Was this seriously normal?
"Boys, you're going to miss breakfast again if you don't stop."
"Pancakes!" Zach yelled suddenly making Kurt jump. Zach grabbed Nikel's hand dragging him from the room.
Kurt turned his attention to Blaine, who was staring after them, "I don't know how Nikel's girlfriend puts up with Zach." He turned to Kurt smiling, "Sorry about them. They've been friends since they were freshmen, so they're really comfortable around each other. They worried me too when I first started here."
He began to lead Kurt to the cafeteria. Along the way they met up with another boy who had dirty blonde raggedy hair and the sharpest Blue eyes Kurt's ever seen. He didn't fit Dalton's clean image at all. His uniform was unkempt and his tie crooked and loose.
"This is my roommate, Sammy Atra. Sammy this is Kurt Hummel, Zach's new roommate."
He didn't try to shake hands, something for which Kurt was eternally grateful. In fact, he didn't say anything at all, just nodded a hello and put a pair of ear buds in ignoring them.
"He's very into music." Blaine explained, "But doesn't sing. You should hear him play the guitar though; it'll blow your mind."
Kurt watched Sammy, who was slouched his head bobbing to the music. There was something about him Kurt could understand, the want to be left alone.
"Kurt?" Blaine's tone suggested this wasn't the first he tried to get his attention.
He turned to him with an eyebrow raised, questioning.
"I asked if you played any instruments."
"Piano." He responded before he could stop himself.
"Really? That's awesome. I play a bit of it myself and the guitar." He smiled at Kurt suddenly excited, "Maybe I could hear you play sometime."
Kurt held up his casted arm, "Probably not."
Blaine's face fell a little, "Oh well maybe after you get it off."
They entered the cafeteria, which was extremely noisy due to the amount of boys there unlike lunch yesterday.
Blaine led him over to an already crowded table and motioned for him to take a seat next to Sammy.
"New kid!" He startled, looking around for who spoke. Seriously, though, what was with all the yelling? So much for the gentlemanly exterior these boys put on. They were all nuts. Finally his eyes landed on a boy with short Brown hair and Brown eyes.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "His name is Kurt. Kurt, that's Thad. He's from Maxstoke Dormitory. He's also on the Warblers' council."
"Nice to meet you, Kurt." He smiled, holding out his hand. The smile and his hand slowly dropped as Kurt just stared at him.
"Careful not to touch him too much don't want to catch the gay."
"Yeah I hear a single touch can turn ya into a fag."
Everybody was looking at him now. He knew he was going to be labeled as a freak. That people were going to talk about him. As long as they didn't talk to him, he didn't want to talk. He didn't even realize his breathing was picking up, until Blaine put his hand on his shoulder.
"Kurt, are you okay?"
'He increased the pressure on his shoulder with one hand and using his body so the others couldn't see what he was doing he dragged his other hand down…"Next time I'll get what I really want."'
Kurt lurched up from the table and ran out of the cafeteria. The boys sat there, stunned.
"What is wrong with him? He's so weird." A boy with buzz cut Blonde hair and stormy grey eyes muttered.
"Really, Christof, like you're one to talk." Blaine snapped looking in the direction the boy ran off to. He wanted to run after him, to make sure he was okay, but he felt it wasn't his place. He barely knew the kid.
"I'm just saying he wouldn't even shake Thad's hand. What an ass."
"Watch what you say, it could come back to haunt you. We know nothing of his circumstances." They turned to see Sammy had taken his ear buds out and was glaring at the angry boy. The haunted look in Sammy's eyes was enough to silence Christof, though. They knew Sammy's circumstances and everybody knew not to push him.
Kurt avoided them the rest of the day, then the rest of the week. Not talking to anyone during class, coming in last and leaving first. After school he'd disappear until right before curfew, going straight to sleep so he wouldn't have to talk to his roommate, and then left before he awoke. Nobody knew where he disappeared to during those times and during breakfast, lunch and dinner, most gave up on him. Other's though, a very few amount, wanted to talk to him even more. Blaine was one of the second group.
No, bad Blaine you were suppose to chase after Kurt. I hate when my characters do as they please without consulting me…oh well. I hope you liked the chapter!