"Hello? Is anybody there?"
I heard a rustling in the dark, I knew by this point I was supposed to be scared, but I just couldn't feel the emotion coming. It was pitch black but somehow I managed to make out a figure in the hazy fog-where the hell was I anyway? The wind hissed and whipped against my face, and I felt the terror finally wash through me, feeling my blood turn cold in my veins, my heart stop beating. Suddenly I felt ice cold skin press against mine, the breeze whipped harder against my skin and I felt water pooling around my feet and crawling up my ankles, sliding up my shins and making its way up my body bit by bit, agonizingly slow. The water level reached my neck and I felt the weight of the water engulfing me, dragging me under, soaking into my skin, filling up my lungs and making it so hard to breathe.
Is this what death feels like? The silence; the utmost amount of pressure pressing down on me, the heavy weight on my eyes preventing me from seeing anything around me, the coldness. Darkness. Sinking, drowning.
The ice cold sensation that was frozen in my veins seized as a burning fiery grip clutched onto my arm in the form of a hand, pulling me up and out of the coldness that was engulfing my body. The harsh whips of wind that existed before had transformed into soft caressing fingertips, each one burning into my skin and numbing the frozen ice in my veins.
"Kurt" a familiar yet not-so-familiar voice rang in my ears
the burning sensation became more apparent and it was evident that the force pulling me up from the depths was in fact another man.
"Kurt, I'm here, I promise, he won't hurt you again"
He? I could only remember feeling cold as ice and then thrown into a sea of water, it filling my lungs and freezing my body whilst I was unable to defend myself-I remembered no man.
"I promise, I won't let him hurt you again baby"
where was this voice coming from? And why was it so protective of me? Where the hell was I anyway and why did I feel like I was on fire? I felt like I was burning, yet it didn't hurt, I was on fire, but there were no flames, and no pain was present, just warmth and safety. Safety from the cold, the ice, the water that was dragging me under.
"Please open your eyes, let me know you are okay"
the voice begged, I tried again to open my eyes and prise some sort of light from the annoying darkness that blocked my vision. Slowly but surely light began to rush in, and I was met with a pair of distressed, frantic, hazel eyes...
"Kurt! How many times do I have to tell you that you're gonna be late for school man!"
I awoke with a start, hearing Finn's irritating voice getting closer, before I knew it my half dressed step-brother stood at the top of my stairs, toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth, dribbling messily. I blocked the light from the door with my hand and glanced at my alarm clock which was beeping determinedly. I slammed my fist on the button in a desperate need for some peace and quiet when I noticed the time.
"Shit! Finn why didn't you wake me!" I jumped out of bed, noticing the dampness from the cold sweat, evidence from my nightmare, pooled on my sheets.
"I tried!" he protested, dribbling more onto my carpet. He seemed to notice I was ignoring him whilst trying to moisturise and mentally search my clothes for an outfit to wear and rolled his eyes, walking back towards the bathroom.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a while whilst I rubbed hastily at my face, hoping the moisturiser would sink in fast enough. Suddenly my mind flickered with memories from my dream...
What the actual fuck.
woah woah woah, back up a second. Did I just have a dream about Anderson boy? And he called me baby? And-and, what the- wait. He was helping me. And that ice cold feeling, I only get that when Karofsky is near me, and the burning sensation I only get with this new kid. All the puzzle pieces were finally fitting together and things didn't seem so confusing anymore.
I decided shortly that I was obviously in need of mental health and shook the thoughts to the back of my head for now, I could deal with them later; right now I had more important things to worry about, like how I was going to decide what to wear, have the worlds quickest shower, make my hair look half-decent, find my car keys and get to school in the space of 17 minutes.
I found myself running down the hallway, messenger bag slapping against my thigh, hair falling out in multiple places, shoe laces still untied, and 12 minutes late to class. And all for what? A stupid perfect dream about a particular stunning new guy who rescued me from the vile homophobe who has been harassing me for months. How completely unfair was that?
"Mr. Hummel! Surprise surprise! You're late again!"
I raised my head, and instead of immediately meeting the gaze of Mercedes, I found my eyes were magnetized towards a familiar set of hazel ones who were studying mine very intensely. Instead of replying to my ugly old wrinkly pointless ranting bad-tempered teacher, I decided to weave in and out of the chairs, making my way to my own seat.
"He's late because he had his disgusting faggot tongue down his boyfriend's throat, sir" Karofsky snarled from the back of the classroom, whilst a few jocks in his group chuckled amongst themselves. I ignored him as always, yet the icy feeling returned. I took my place in my seat, only to see Anderson turned on his side, glaring at Karofsky who was sat at the back of the classroom. Did he seem almost...jealous?
The teacher made no move to respond to karofsky's comment, as always, so I just put my head down and began to doodle mindlessly on the page of my history book, when I felt something sharp hit the back of my head, followed by another set of mindless chuckles.
"Oh sorry fairy boy Hummel, I accidentally flicked my pencil at your head, silly me!"
More laughs ensued, and as Karofsky glanced around the classroom, others began to laugh hesitantly too in fear of getting on karofsky's bad side. Anderson cracked his knuckles and turned his head again, the only way I could describe the emotion on his face was pure rage.
"Mr. Karofsky if you don't stop interrupting my class, for whatever reason whatsoever, you are moving to the front where I can keep my eye on you! Now focus!"
Karofsky mumbled something and began to kick the back of Georgia's chair to piss her off, he knew just how to wind that girl up.
"Oh my god! Sir! Can you move him please! He's driving me round the bend!" she hissed finally.
Karofsky moved without encouragement from the teacher, he began to walk towards the front, choosing my row to pass by.
"Don't worry Georgia, Hummel's the only bent one around here" he smacked his bag across the back of my head as he passed and the jocks burst into laughter like a bunch of hyena's at the back of the classroom. Karofsky walked past me and just as he was passing Anderson's desk the rage that I could see building behind his eyes earlier had now full blown as he kicked him hard in the shin when he passed his desk. He wailed pathetically and threw his bag onto the chair in front of the new guy where he was told to sit. Muscles flexing in his too-small vest top as he approached him.
"I told you to watch it punk!"
Anderson just rolled his eyes and a triumphant grin appeared on his face as he relaxed further into his chair, placing his hands behind his head, resting on his unruly curls.
"Foot slipped" he smiled further and glanced towards the whiteboard where Mr. Shepherd was stood awkwardly not knowing how to break up fights. "Please carry on sir" he said in an icy yet sarcastic tone and eyed Karofsky smugly who still stood with his jaw extended, not quite sure how to handle this new kid who always appeared to be answering back to him. No one ever answered back to Dave Karofsky.
"Uhm, yes! Right, so- as I was saying.." Mr. Shepherd continued quickly, in fear of Karofsky losing his temper, in all honesty, most teachers feared the muscled short-tempered jock. Dave slowly turned, narrowing his eyes at the annoyingly smug kid and took his seat in front of him. It was obvious Anderson was in a mischievous mood this morning, as he swung his feet around, placing his boot clad feet on the back of karofsky's chair, grinning widely and earning a few suppressed chuckles from other members of the class.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!"
Karofsky was standing now, arms extended and flapping angrily, facing Anderson boy who was sat unaffected by the jock's threatening attitude. Anderson was examining his fingers with much interest, and then brought them to his mouth and began biting his nails, smiling up at Karofsky casually.
"I believe I could ask you the same question."
He said confidently, the room was silent, no one could believe the way this new kid was talking to the biggest most terrifying bully in the school.
"I'm Karofsky, who the hell are you? You look like you've been tossed in a shredder looking at the rips in your clothes"
a few jocks were sniggering at the back whilst the boy stood to face Dave, he was significantly smaller than him, though his muscles that were peeking through his jumper were definitely the same size if not bigger than Dave's.
"I'm Blaine Anderson"
some people muttered at the mention of this kid's name. I figured other people had been wondering about him as much as I had been. Blaine. So I finally know his name...
"And I believe you haven't got the right to question my clothes when you are wearing a tank top that looks like it was made to fit a five year old." Blaine argued coolly, leaning back on his desk; members of the class, even some of karofsky's friends burst out laughing at Blaine's insult, but as soon as the jock turned to see who was laughing at him, the room fell silent. I wondered absent-mindedly why the hell the teacher wasn't intervening, but he just stood at the front of the class twiddling his thumbs, a panicked expression on his face. "But you know what? Between me and you?"
Blaine stood up from the table, leaning a little closer to the jock's ear and whispering harshly
"Maybe you should invest on some clothes that fit you, big boy"
he patted his shoulder in a sarcastic friendly manner and smiled encouragingly. Laughs were heard again just before Karofsky had had enough, gripping onto Blaine's shirt and pulling him closer to his face.
"Woah, don't kiss me, I might have a boyfriend" Blaine winked in his face and Karofsky stumbled back a little in horror. I was thinking the same as everyone else... hold on a sec, boyfriend?
"Oh I see what this is, you're a little fag just like your buddy Hummel here"
he spat harshly, gesturing in my direction. Blaine just turned his head slightly, gave me a meaningful look before slamming his palm into karofsky's burly chest.
"I see you like picking on gays. Well that's odd, considering all the rumours I've been hearing about you, and I only joined this school yesterday" Blaine narrowed his eyes, all sarcastic smiles gone as he zeroed in on the jock, walking him backwards slowly towards the whiteboard.
"What rumours?"
"Well, I hear you always seem to be calling everyone else gay...but you never do seem to have a girlfriend," the class murmured in agreement, almost everyone had heard the rumour of karofsky's sexuality that was spreading around the school like wildfire, passed by whispers in crowded hallways. "Isn't that right, David?" some people laughed at the use of karofsky's first name, no one ever dared to call him that to his face.
Suddenly, he flipped, turning Blaine around and slamming him into the board, placing his forearm across his neck and pushing down. Blaine seemed pretty unfazed about it, he just stood with the returned smile on his face.
"I'm not gay! I'm not a disgusting fag who sucks dicks, that's Hummel's job!"
A few heads turned to me and I felt the pink rise to my cheeks.
"I see you always seem to be targeting Kurt" I melted a tiny bit at the fact this gorgeous boy knew my name "I'm guessing this is because you're gay, Kurt?" he turned towards me and I nodded shyly, while he smiled softly at me then turned his gaze back to karofsky's, his face turning cold. "Surely you would be being nothing but kind to gay and lesbian people considering you are of that sexuality yourself?"
Karofsky growled a little and shouted, startling the class from where they were listening intently.
"I'm not gay! You're the gay one! You fucking fag!"
He had had enough, Dave pulled a fist back behind his head, I could barely watch as I turned sideways to Mercedes who was similarly peeking through her fingers. No one wanted to see this kid hurt, and considering the amount of fights the jock had been in, we knew for definite Blaine wasn't getting out un-harmed. I watched him swing the fist forward for Blaine's head, but instead of hearing the smack, I heard Karofsky stumble and lose balance onto the floor from the force of his punch, while Blaine had ducked and missed the attack. Dave had hit his head on a table on the way down, and he was trying to pull himself up whilst simultaneously rub the part of his head that had been smashed.
Blaine pounced as if he was some sort of tiger, crouching to the ground and pulling the jock up with one hand, he must have been very strong to have pulled the big guy up, but it seemed effortless as Blaine pulled him to his feet and smacked him hard back against the board.
"So what if I was gay? Does it give you the right to treat me however you damn well please?"
Karofsky mumbled something which caused Blaine to smack him harder against the board, a cracking noise sounded the room and everyone stayed quiet, including Mr. Shepherd who was cowering in the corner, maybe more scared of Blaine than he was of Karofsky. "What was that?"
"I said all fags should burn in hell! I'll make sure of it myself! That includes you Hummel! You're dead!"
I felt myself go cold as my terrified eyes met karofsky's promising ones.
This caused Blaine to flip, he smacked Dave on the board again and punched him hard in the face, blood trickling from his nose whilst Blaine pushed him to the floor.
"Well I will personally make sure you don't lay a fucking hand on Kurt, do you hear me? You will be the dead one if you go near him again!" Blaine kicked him hard in the side and then walked back to his seat, hearing karofsky's groans, he picked up his bag before shooting a shy smile in my direction, and stormed towards the door. Before he could exit, and Mr. Shepherd decided it was safe to come out, he shouted after Blaine.
"Mr. Anderson! Go to-"
"The principal's office, I know" he grunted before yanking the door open and sliding his arms into the straps of his bag, storming down the corridor.
Everyone was in shock, no one had ever, ever stood up to Karofsky, yet alone punched him multiple times and made him bleed, and he did this all for me? Because Dave was bullying me? And did he say he was gay, or...? Okay so I was officially confused. And as the bruised jock pulled himself to his feet, shouted at the other jocks for not backing him up, and was immediately sent to the principal's office, I sunk back into my chair and blocked everything else out.
I needed answers. And I needed them now.
A/N: Hey! I am so so so so so sooo grateful for all the response I have gotten from all of you guys, you are all so sweet! Thank you!:D I didn't get time to proof read this so sorry if there are any mistakes, sorry if the chapter is a little shorter than expected-I had art coursework to finish, thanks for reading everyone, reviews make me write faster!;)