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Chapter 2

Kurt feels like everyone is staring at him. The horrible bright red cut under his eye is pulling everyone's gaze to his face. He has heard more than enough taunts about how it could have happened, but one had hurt most of all: "Maybe his dad finally had enough of the freak." The comment had stung so hard his eyes had watered; the salty tears burning the cut even more. His father wasnt the best, Kurt would never claim that he was, but he knew deep down that he loved him and that he would never bring a hand to him.

"One day he will." Kurt shook his head. The voice was persistent today. It was always angrier when Kurt was tired.

"He won't. He loves me." Kurt mumbled looking down, he could tell that he was being stared at as he moved through the corridor. He tried not to talk to the voice during the day, tried to ignore it, but it was no use. In an odd way, talking to it made him feel better. Made him feel like he had someone to talk to. He just wished it had nicer things to say to him.

He was so caught up in his own head Kurt didn't see the figure until it was too late. Hot coffee scorched Kurt's skin, the shock causing him to fall back on the floor. If people weren't watching him before they were definitely watching him now.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" The male voice was soft and he put the now empty mug of coffee down and reached forward to help Kurt. "Let me clean you up." He whispered. Before Kurt realised what was happening, his hand had been taken by the curly haired man he had never seen before. "Come on, I know a short cut." The gentle man said knowing that the quicker they got there the less students would see him like this.

Unlike the night before where the man had gripped him so painfully tight, this touch was soft, caring. Kurt sat down on a desk. he was faintly aware of the door closing but all he could feel was the overbaring burning sensation coursing through his chest. His white shirt was stained and see-through. Hands were pulling at the material ever so carefully, but it still hurt.

"What's your name?" The curly haired man asked. Kurt figured he was trying to distract him from what he was doing, he wasn't sure if it was working. Kurt didn't answer, he tried to but all his mouth could make was scared and pained whimpering noises. "I'm Mr. Anderson."

Kurt blinked up at him. He was a teacher. None of the teachers liked Kurt or had time for him. None of them would ever touch him with such care like Mr. Anderson was doing now. "It's my first day." He continued. "I've made a great first impression, right?"

Kurt nodded his head unsure of what to do or say. Mr. Anderson was pulling away the shirt and Kurt sucked his lip, he didn't want the older man to see him. He pulled his arms trying to cover his body. "It's okay, I'm just going to cool it down." The teacher's voice was so soft and gentle, so tender that it made Kurt relax a little. His arms loosened and it was easier for his shirt to be pulled away. When his shirt was off his skin he heard a shocked gasp come from his teacher. Kurt moved his hands back over his chest covering the many dark bruises that littered his skin.

"He thinks you're ugly. He won't want to help you now." Kurt shook his head hard. He didn't want Mr Anderson to think that he was ugly, not when the man looked like something out of a fairy tale, with dark curly hair and sweet as honey eyes.

"I'm not ugly!" Kurt mumbled defiantly, his hands still covering himself.

"Hey," Mr. Anderson frowned. "I didn't say that you were. You're not." He assured him. He grabbed a damp cloth from the sink at the back of the class and pressed it gently against Kurt's skin, biting his lip as the young boy pulled away from it. "Shh, I know, but you need to keep it there. It will stop the burn."

Kurt nodded his head weakly trying to stay still, but it hurt so much. "What's your name?" His teacher asked again.

"Kurt." He whispered quietly.

"Nice to meet you." Mr. Anderson said softly. He moved the cloth away a little and was pleased that the burning red was cooling down a little. "I'm so sorry."

Kurt blinked up at him. No one had ever apologised for hurting him before. It made his stomach flip and feel warm. "S'kay. Was an accident." Kurt hoped that it was anyway. Mr. Anderson nodded watching him with a soft look in his eye.

"What happened to your face?" Kurt looked down as his teacher asked him that. Everyone had just speculated but no one had actually asked him what happened. "And your stomach. Who..."

Kurt shook his head. The concern was overbearing. He wasn't used to anything like this. "He doesn't really care. He's just trying to do his job. One more report on your file." Kurt blocked his ears, scurrying back away from Blaine.

"He's not. I don't want any more reports." Kurt said loudly looking away from the teacher who was now watching him with such worry and concern. Kurt fumbled with his buttons pulling on the itchy shirt, relieved when his beatened body wasn't on display anymore.

"Reports?" Mr. Anderson asked, seemingly confused. He moved forward a little wanting to help Kurt who was struggling with the material. As he got closer Kurt pulled away from him. Kurt didn't look back as he ran out of the classroom. He didn't want to see the concern etched on his teacher's face anymore. Mr. Anderson didn't really care about him. He was just trying to make a good impression on his first day.

Blaine sighed as the bell sounded, he cleaned away the cloth and tidied up his desk. His class was loud and obnoxious and as he tried to teach all he could think about was the scared fragile boy that was in his room earlier. The need to find out about him was taking over his thoughts, all he wanted to do was help him and make sure that no one would ever hurt him again.