It took Kurt a few seconds to recover from the shock. The hard metal locker certainly did not feel good against his thin back. His legs wobbled helplessly as he tried to stand back up. He fell back down. He made a few more pitiful attempts to stand when a blonde girl in a cheerleading uniform flounced by, stopping to help him.
"Hey, Porcelain. I saw you fall down and I didn't want you to break so I decided to help you. Besides, if you broke there'd be pieces all over the floor and it'd be really messy." and then she simply walked away. Kurt was confused for a moment, at the nickname and the words..following that. He didn't have time to thank her and for that he felt bad, but the pain in his back felt worse. He looked around for the person who had shoved him into the locker, but saw nobody.
It wasn't as if he was a stranger to this. He had experienced the pain before, but it had been a while since the last time he had felt the cold metal door make contact with his back. He didn't miss it. He knew it would only be a matter of time until this started happening again.
He decided not to dwell on it, brushing himself off and heading to his next class. He heads to Biology. He knew where that was. It was next to his homeroom. He headed back in that direction and walked into the classroom, sitting down beside a black girl wearing a rather interesting outfit of a zebra print jacket over a black shirt covered in rainbow text and skinny jeans. Not the best combination, but not the worst, either. She seemed completely absorbed in the conversation she was having with the girl sitting four seats away.
Kurt smiled. He loved when people were happy.
A fussy looking doe-eyed woman with frizzy hair and a wrinkled pencil skirt came in juggling three stacks of paper and a cup of coffee. You could feel the oncoming tragedy.
Kurt honestly did not know what would possess a woman like this to wear high heels, when she was so obviously destined for trouble. She tripped, naturally, and one paper blew off the stack, the wind picking it up and carrying it up into the air. As she scrambled to grab it, she dropped her coffee mug, and the coffee spilled all down her shirt and all over her papers.
Kurt felt overwhelming sympathy for the woman, but the disaster had come on so fast there honestly was no way anyone could have helped her in time.
She sighed, but she sounded oddly unannoyed as she did so, as if this was a normal thing, stroding back out of the room with her drenched papers and her posture slumped. A group of petty looking girls in cheerleading uniforms high-fived, sniggering in the back. As it became clear that the teacher was indeed out of the room, chatter broke out among the students.
He didn't have anybody to talk to, so he tried to look busy by rifling through his papers. The girl sitting beside him noticed and tapped his shoulder. She smiled, seeming friendly enough.
"Hey, I'm Mercedes. You must be the new kid that I keep hearing about. It's nice to meet you." Kurt smiled, turning his gaze toward the day, a bemused look appearing in his glasz eyes again.
"Oh, that's Ms. Bradshaw. She's a bit..er..clumsy. She always looks a little flustered." Kurt nodded, allowing a short giggle to escape his lips. A bit flustered indeed.
"Oh! Kurt." He remembered to tell her his name as well, extending his hand. She happily took it, stopping suddenly as she exclaimed,
"Damn, white boy! You have some soft hands!" Kurt smiled.
"Thank you. I try to keep them moisturised."
"You're doing a great job." Mercedes said, turning back to the front of the room when she heard the shuffling of Ms. Bradshaw's feet and her angry mumbling. Straightening herself out, she took a deep breath and went to stand in the front of the classroom.
"Hello, class. I see some of you have noticed the new student," she said, nodding in Kurt's direction. Kurt blushed as all eyes turned toward him.
After a class that seemed way too chaotic to be Biology, he left the room, only to meet up with a familiar hand that shoved him into the lockers for a second time that day. And damn it, he really had enough trouble walking without straining to stand up.
Seeing him get pushed, Artie, Tina, and Mercedes came over to him, Mercedes pulling him up with such force he went up two feet in the air. None of them looked pleased.
"Ugh. Those football players..." said Artie, shaking his head. "Are you alright, Kurt?" Kurt winced at the pain that struck his shoulder. "Y-yeah..I'm fine. Just surprised.
"Be careful, Kurt. There's a lot of douchebags here. Don't mind them." Tina said, with sympathy in her eyes as she walked away, looking behind her every few seconds to check that Kurt was alright.
After a hurricane of a day, his back sore and his legs wobbly, Kurt waited at the doors of the school for Finn. He had completely forgotten about the surprise Finn had planned for him in the commotion of being slammed into lockers and meeting potential friends. He was tired. Maybe when he went home he could fall asleep next to Finny and he would sing to him...
"Hey, Kurt!" yelled Finn as he ran up the hall, waving his hand. It didn't take him long to reach Kurt. He had long legs and he was used to running furing football practice. Kurt smiled, his eyes' warmth returning after a rough first day. All because of Finn, his older brother.
"Come with me to the choir room, okay? That's were the surprise is." Kurt seemed hesitant. "You can hold my hand, Kurtie." Kurt looked up, wearing a smile.
"Okay, Finny." They didn't run like Finn wanted to. Finn was anxious for Kurt to see, or rather, hear the surprise, but Kurt's legs were still weak and running might end up hurting him. Finn didn't want that.
When they reached the room, Finn took a deep breath holding Kurt's hand and opened the double doors. The Glee Club's chatter came to a halt as they all took in the pale figure that Finn was holding. He looked so small next to the giant Finn. So small and pale and almost like a doll. Glasz eyes and dark hair. The boy's eyes widened at all the people in the room and he went to whisper in his brother's ear. His brother leaned over, bent down really, so Kurt could whisper in his ear.
"Finny..this is a lot of people. I don't know if.."
"You'll be fine." he whispered back, placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder for reassurance.
"Finn." said Mr. Schuester, following the line of sight that the other Glee members had and taking notice of the small boy. "Is this who you wanted to bring to rehearsal?"
"Um, yeah, . This is Kurt. Say "hi", Kurt." but Kurt just hid behind his brother's legs. Afraid, almost, of seeing everyone. walked over to him slowly, as if not to alarm him. He extended a hand.
"Hello, Kurt. It's nice to meet you." Kurt looked up at his brother for approval, and then contributed the last few shaky steps toward Mr. Schuester.
"Hi. It's nice to meet you, too." They shook hands. Kurt's eyes wandered over to the students sitting on the stands. He only managed a wave before-
"Kurt!"
"White boy!"
"What up, K?"
"Porcelain!" cried a blonde cheerleader who Kurt recognized as the one who helped him up earlier. She hopped off the stands to give him a hug.
"Oh, hello! I didn't see you guys. And," he said, turning to the cheerleader. "Thank you, for earlier." she hugged him.
"No problem. I just thought it'd be a shame if you broke. I mean, you're so pretty." and now she was holding his hand.
"But, I mean, you're actually pretty soft for glass." she said, feeling his hands with wide eyes, as if this was truly a feat to her. Kurt only smiled. The Latina in the corner raised an eyebrow, surprised that someone was so easily becoming accustomed to Brittany's interesting personality.
Rachel piped up.
"Hi, Kurt!" She said, stepping over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a sort of protective hug. She seemed like an older sister or something hugging him like that.
Puck just stared at the boy. Who was he? Who was he to Finn? Why had he come today? Mike and Matt were chatting about the boy in the back.
"He looks nice."
"Yeah. He's sort of pretty..in an odd way."
"I meant that he looks friendly."
"I know, but he looks both nice and pretty."
"Mike, you're weirdin' me out, man..."
"Sorry, dude."
Quinn looked at him for a second before getting up and sweeping him into her arms like he was her baby. Santana and Puck just exchanged looks of surprise. Santana decided to get up and greet him. Puck still stared, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Hey, Porcelain. I'm Santana. I'm going to warn you right now, I'm a bit of a bitch, so don't get on my nerves." but Santana had underestimated how well Kurt could pull a bitchface, which he did, when his brother looked away. He winked.
"Me too." Finn had only heard part of the exchange and yelled at Santana.
"Santana, language!"
"Oh please, Frankenteen. Hearing some language isn't going to turn him into some homeless drug dealer. I bet you that mouth of yours isn't too clean either." Finn blushed, looking away. Kurt giggled, a musical sound that put a smile on most of their faces. It hadn't seemed to mistify Puck. It had, however, managed to put a ghost of a smile on Santana's lips. Quinn cooed over him.
Puck got up, joining the group.
"Man, who is this?"
"It's Kurt."
"I know that, but who is he? Like, what's he to you?" Finn paused. The rest of the Glee Club seemed eager to know as well, save for Rachel, Artie, Tina, and Mercedes, who Kurt assumed had been filled in by Artie and Tina.
"He's my little brother. One year younger."
"Wait, you're saying you had a brother and you never told us?" Puck said.
"It..it never came up."
"I think I deserve to know about whether or not you have a brother."
"Guys, drop it." said Will, speaking up. "Now, can we get to the auditions for the Wicked solos?" Kurt was close to jumping up and down. He clasped his hands together, an absolutely delighted smile on his face. He turned to Finn.
"You guys are doing Wicked? Oh, I love Wicked! This is the best surprise ever! Thank you, Finny, thank you!" He went on his tiptoes to hug his brother. Any other time Puck would've filed away the nickname to be used against Finn for later, but he had to admit, Finn's little brother was sort of precious.
"Awww." came some of the girl's replies. Santana tucked hers in with Brittany's to make it seem like she still had some backbone.
Kurt didn't notice, as his face was hiding in his brother's chest. He broke away.
"Are you guys doing Defying Gravity? Please tell me you're doing Defying Gravity. I know that song by heart-"
"Would it be Wicked if we didn't?" said Rachel joining hands with him excitedly. "That'll be my solo, of course. Only my vocal prowess and range would be able to handle such a challenging piece. After all, I, Rachel Barbra Berry-" Kurt interrupted, feeling bad about it, but less so after he saw the relieved looks the Glee Club members had just donned. Not another Berry speech. No way.
"Can I sing with you?" Rachel exchanged glances with Finn, who exchanged glances with Kurt, and then Mr. Schue.
"Kurt, it has a high F in it." Kurt smiled.
"I know. My high voice comes in handy sometimes." and Rachel, despite herself, agreed.
"Fine then. It'll be the best rendition of Defying Gravity to ever hit Ohio." She said, determined. Several members rolled their eyes.