Here's chapter two! I wrote it so fast because I just want to get to Kurt meeting Blaine, but I didn't want to rush it. This chapters a little longer than the last one! Still getting used to this whole fanfiction thing. Thanks for sticking with me!
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Chapter Two
Kurt walked from class to class with no companion by his side. He took careful notice, as he did almost every day, to the different groups of people walking with the same friends, going the same way they all do every day. Nothing changes, which obviously meant that Kurt was going to be friendless for the rest of his high school career.
He now found himself daydreaming as he walked. He thought of graduating, and finally getting out of this stupid place. He could move to New York, where people will accept him for who he is. He'll find friends in college, friends with the same hobbies and dreams as him. College seemed so much better than high school. No one would be immature enough to beat up on Kurt all the time. No one would even have the time. He would no longer be a target to everyone. Thoughts like this were what Kurt lived for. They were the only thing that got Kurt through each and every day of torture. He knew that just because he was having a bad year, or even a bad childhood, does not mean he is going to have a bad life.
Kurt tried to keep that thought in his mind all day. Everything is going to get better one day, he would think to himself.
Even though school was like hell for Kurt, he would still rather be there than home. He loved his dad to death, but he worked a lot. Since Kurt decided he wanted to go to New York after high school, his father was always working. He worked twice as much as he used to, just to guarantee that he would have enough money to send his son to the college of his dreams. Which meant, Kurt was alone at home, just as he was at school. But, there was a huge difference between being alone at school and being alone at home. At school, he was never physically alone. There were students surrounding him, and teachers everywhere. Kurt's mind was always busy at school. He could think about the work that was right in front of him, or he could think about finding an empty table at lunch, or how to avoid everyone in the hallways. At home, his mind was empty. He could occupy himself for a little while, by doing homework or cooking himself dinner. But, other than that, he was alone to his own thoughts. Home was where all of his scary, depressing thoughts ate away at his head. He could no longer distract himself with work or anything. He could no longer suppress the dark thoughts in his head, and could not stop them from filling him up.
When he got home from school that afternoon, his dad was surprisingly home. Kurt walked into the house, and heard the TV on. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. Warmth took over his body. He jogged to the living room.
"Dad! Why are you home?" Kurt asked him, beaming with excitement.
"I had a killer head ache, and came home to rest. I feel better now, but I wanted to wait until you got home. I'll spend some time with you before I go back in," Kurt's father, Burt, said. Burt knew that Kurt was always alone at school, but he didn't know how much Kurt was hurting inside. He could assume that Kurt was upset about having no friends, because, well, who wouldn't be? But, he didn't know of Kurt's problems. How much Kurt hated himself, and how empty he felt. How he could feel like crying or screaming at any point in the day. How he could be perfectly okay with taking a razor to his skin. How much agony he felt, for sometimes no reason at all. These were feelings that Kurt kept to himself. He didn't think he was normal to think all of those things, and he didn't want to be judged for the way he felt.
Kurt sat next to his father on the couch. Burt patted him on the back as he sat down. He had been watching football, but he knew Kurt would not be interested. Instead of changing the channel, he lowered the volume and glanced at his son.
"So, how's school going?" Burt asked. Kurt hated that question. No one knew of his hate for school more than his father, but Burt still asked every time he had a chance.
"It's fine," Kurt shot back, looking down at his hands. He knew his dad didn't believe him, but they weren't going to discuss it any further than that. Burt just half-smiled.
"Hey, why don't we go get some pizza? Have an early dinner," Burt suggested. He never knew how to hang out with Kurt, since they were interested in completely different things.
Kurt smiled. "Okay. But, it's my turn to pick a CD to listen to in the car. Are you ready to jam out to Les Mis, Dad?"
Burt chuckled. "I could have sworn it was my turn, since I still have songs from The Music Man stuck in my head from last time, but sure, whatever you want."
Kurt was more than relieved to be hanging out with his dad, and, even better, to be going out for pizza. Absolutely anything is better than sitting at home all alone with his deep thoughts consuming him. He kind of wished that his dad wasn't his only friend, but at least his dad loved him. Kurt was sure he could live off of only his father's companionship until he was in college.
They arrived to the pizza place, and Kurt chose the table all the way in the back. It was a force of habit for him to hide away in the shadows of the room. Burt didn't mind though. He was not interested in any sort of socialization, so he enjoyed the back just as much as Kurt did.
"Hey, dad, I'm going to go use the restroom real quickly," Kurt said while scooting out of the booth. "Be right back."
Kurt didn't have to travel far to locate the bathroom, since they were already seated in the back. He really hoped no one was in there. At school, Kurt could never use the boys' room unless he knew for a fact that no one was in there, because there was always a chance of getting his head shoved down a toilet. And Kurt worked too hard on his hair to let that happen. He had to remind himself that he's not at school right now. This is a public place. He took a breath and pushed open the door. His heart jumped for a second when he walked in and spotted someone who looked to be right around his age. The boy didn't notice Kurt had walked in while he was washing his hands, so Kurt peeked at his appearance. The boy took Kurt's breath away. He had dark brown curls that bounced against his head. And, Kurt had to admit to himself, he had a nice butt. That's all Kurt could see since the boy was not facing him, but Kurt could tell he was gorgeous.
The boy turned off the faucet, dried his hands, and then turned to leave. Kurt didn't want to seem like he was staring, although he was staring. So, he quickly looked away. But, he was curious about what the boy's front half looked like, so he looked back just as the boy started walking toward the door where Kurt had been standing. Kurt walked forward, hoping it wasn't obvious that he had been standing there that whole time. Their eyes met for a second, and Kurt melted. The boy's eyes were a beautifully stunning golden color, and his eyelashes were long and full. Kurt could feel himself slowly starting to blush. As they walked pass one another, the boy smiled at Kurt as if they were friends. Warmth spread throughout Kurt's body, and he kindly smiled back. At the last minute, Kurt caught the name on the boy's varsity jacket. The boy left, and his name was stuck in Kurt's mind. Blaine.