KlaineForeverLover07: Agreed, poor Kurt. I am, I am! And thank you for your review.
Lilangel1: First of all, I love your user- name. : ) And thanks for your review Then, yeah, poor little Kurtey. I'm gonna work on this tonight but since it's my brother's birthday I don't know how much I'll get done. But tomorrow's Friday so it shouldn't be too long (written February the 20th)
Precious- passenger: Thanks for your review. Agreed, poor Kurtey. Aw, thanks I'm glad you liked it and I'll try to have this done before the weekend's over (written Saturday)
There is an author's not I'm going to leave in the beginning of each and every one of the next chapter of all of the stories I'm working on. If you think this is nothing but self- pitying and seeking for attention then feel very free to think so, but I need to get it out of my head. And let you know how much I appreciate you- also- if you read more than one of my stories, then you're gonna see different versions of this A/N more than one time. So here it is for this story
When I, ten, fifteen years from now look back on the six months from the ending of July to the middle, ending of January in 2013/2014 I'm not gonna be able to say it was easy. I'm not gonna be able to say it was a good part of my life because it simply wasn't. Things were getting quite rough and as soon as I had just a little bit control over thing something new happened and knocked me right over again.
But even when things were at their very hardest I had always somewhere- someone- to just- you can call it fall back to. Or do something so I would forget about things if so only for a while. And that somewhere is fanfiction. And these last months it has really meant a lot to me I had this because I knew that even when I was at my worst and wasn't good at anything I would always be enough here. That's why my readers has really meant a lot to me in these times.
So to you- yeah, just you who are reading this- thank you. There is no way I could have gotten through it and gotten better without you. So… onto the chapter.
B is for Bullied
Finally, it felt like it had taken me ages to get home today as I placed my bag on the floor and sunk down towards the wall to the floor wrapping my fingers around my throbbing ankle. It was a good thing dad would still be at work I thought, as I let out a whimper over the pain in my ankle and forehead.
"Kurt?" I heard from into the kitchen, it was Carole's voice. Oh darn. I flinched and that was enough for pain to shoot through my ankle again. I lifted my fist and bit it not to whimper again. I heard footsteps and then Carole came through the kitchen door.
"Are you alright sweetie?" I took a deep breath in, and brainstormed for an excuse that would sound believable for my dad's girlfriend. Then nodded and took support against the wall to stand up. I nodded, brainstormed again and tried to stand up leaning against the wall. It worked, but then I tried to step out, and even though I pressed my lips together and gave my all not to make a sound a small whimper escaped my throat when I stepped on my hurt foot as I felt myself sinking down towards the floor again.
I couldn't for my life give any guesses of why it hurt so much more now. After only sitting down for a minute or whatever the pain from stepping on it seemed to have escalated by about ten. And no- I had no idea why, but continued brainstorming while Carole came rushing and placed her arm behind my back to support me.
"I…" I started stuttering. "I fell in the stairs. I was walking down to…. To find Finn and tell him we have… have an extra assignment in history class so I… I was walking down the stairs and looking in my bag for it and tripped on a stair. I…. I must have stepped a bit weird I think I may have sprained my ankle I… It's probably not that bad." I sat down on the sofa and Carole kneeled down in front of me.
I flinched when she pulled my shoe off, she apologized but said she needed to take a look at it. I was glad I hadn't used the new Derek Police's boots I had bought a few days ago today. I was going to but changed my mind, and now it seemed like my choice of wearing low shoes was great. Carole started pressing certain parts of my ankle that was shifting in blue and purple and swollen. I bit my lip and waited for Carole's questions and comments, but they didn't come. She just started pressing certain spots and bending my ankle with her hands. I flinched at certain spots of pain, she looked up at me quietly, asked if it hurt there. I told her it wasn't too bad. At last she stood up again and started talking to me.
"It's just a sprain, not a severe one yet not a very light one either. You're using crutches for at least a week, I've got a first aid kid in the car I'll get the supporter…" She took a couple of steps towards the hallway I started to push myself up again. "And don't move until I get back." I sunk down half towards the sofa again but when I heard the door close behind Carole I pushed myself up and slowly made my way over the floor towards the kitchen. I didn't want to ignore Carole but I knew dad would be home in about half an hour and I needed to make dinner.
"Kurt" Carole exclaimed when she came indoors again, and her disappointed tone got me feeling even worse for ignoring her. I hadn't gotten very far anyway and Carole just took my hand, laid my arm around her shoulders and led me back to the sofa. She pulled open a bag of cooling gel and started stroking it towards the hurt parts of my foot.
"Kurt." She exclaimed again. And I heard she was being very serious now. "I want you to tell me the truth about how this happened." I was going to keep my lie about falling in the stairs, but obviously Carole wouldn't buy it. I brainstormed for more lies but when I started stuttering something new about falling in glee club she just looked up at me. That wasn't a question about telling her the truth- it was an order. And she- as the mother hen she was wouldn't leave it until I had told her the truth.
"I… I was pushed into my locker and then when I fell someone stomped on it." I said quietly. And I really had to make an effort not to either whisper it or to say it all in one word. Carole looked up at me again, now with a distressed look in her eyes but didn't say anything more while she rolled the support- bandage around my ankle. Then she raised again and sat down next to me.
"Kurt… does Burt know about this?" I shrugged, I guess he did. I guess he actually didn't. Carole asked a few more questions about the bullying. I managed to talk her into not telling my dad and then I would deal with the bullies. She seemed to be hesitating but at last I managed to talk her into it and then I started pushing myself up of the sofa again, of course with Carole pulling me straight down again.
I protested about the fact that I needed to cook dinner before dad was coming home, Carole bit her lip thoughtfully and then stood up and walked out of the room to come back with the desk- chair from dad's room.
"Come here." She helped me to get over to sit on the chair and then pushed it towards the kitchen, I just shook my head. Even though I'd have to admit this was a pretty good idea. Just as she pushed the chair by the hallway the door opened and dad came in. He first laughed when he saw us but silent when he saw my foot. I knew he knew, yet I told the story about falling in the stairs to him too. He seemed to be doubting it, but didn't do anything as he pushed me back towards the sofa, helped me to get over to it again and then placed the remote to the TV in my hand and told me to stay there.
Carole was apparently going to stay with us for a couple of days from now- they were doing some renovations at the Puckerman's- where she and Finn were staying. I just quietly ate my dinner and then moved to the living room where I watched a marathon of say yes to the dress. I really felt bad for the fact that it didn't work out with her and Finn living here. After all- it was my fault what Finn had said when dad came into the room. If I just hadn't been so…
"Kurt? Kurt?" Dad's voice brought me back to reality. I woke up from my thoughts and shook my head, Carole was standing there with a pair of crutches, fastly explaining that Finn had broken his leg a few years ago and she had saved the crutches in case they would need the crutches again. I took the crutches and stood up to see if they were the right length for me.
They could be as much right length as they possibly could, I knew it wouldn't keep the bullies away. But yet I kept my promise to Carole. I would try to deal with the bullies and when I saw Karl and Cole come up to me- two of the guys of the hockey- team- Karl was the one who had pushed me into the locker yesterday and Cole the one who stomped on my foot. They were both about three times my size but I was not going to give up my promise here.
"Oh, K look. Faggy Hummel have hurt his little footie. Poor Faggy." I bit my lip, then closed my locker with a bang and faced them. I had made up a plan of what to say but now it all seemed gone and I first stuttered something and then took a deep breath and spoke.
"You know you can throw anything you want after me. You can call me whatever you want, push me into lockers, punch me into next month or whatever you want I am still going to be me. And even if it seems hard to believe for you it's exactly who and what I want to be." I stopped talking when the hockey player's laughter echoed through the hallways and Cole pushed me into the locker with all his power again.
While they were walking away I sunk down onto the floor with tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. So yeah- I had kept my part of the promise. I had dealt with the bullies- I never promised it would work and make it better though. And to what prize? Because I was pretty sure what I had just said was making the bullying a whole lot worse than better.
So, to the last few notes. If you want to know how I got Finn and Carole to staying with the Puckerman's- it is in the second chapter (brothers) of my other A to Z story. And as probably many of you know there is nothing called Derek Police's boots, I totally made it up because I have no sense of fashion at all.
Oh and Carole pushing Kurt on a desk chair isn't my idea. It comes from Precious- passenger's story "people like us" which is a story that you all should read because it's just so darn beautiful- so now you all know that. Go read it
This chapter- as you can see isn't that good. I hope you liked it anyway.