Chapter Three
A Gay Pedophile

Kurt nervously attended his classes again as he looked around at the world that had always scared him at this age, it, it didn't feel so intimidating anymore. Sure, there were still the nerves of someone about to hurt him, he doubted he could ever get Karofsky's attacks in his junior year out of his mind, but he was noticing things he never had before.

Everyone in this school was exhausted, but there were some teachers out there who actually cared, who were actually good at what they did and were just trying to get enough money to pay their rents. It was both tragic and inspiring at the same time.

Then you got the ones who didn't care.

You couldn't do anything about those, at least…Kurt couldn't.

It was after his English class, the last class before lunch that he had spotted her…okay…he had spotted this brunette so many times before, always answering every question with a lengthy opinion, always attempting to show off in front of others. Yes, he had seen her much earlier on, but this was his first excuse to talk to her.

"Hello, Rachel," he smiled as he approached her and offered her his hand, "I'm not sure if we've actually…met, I'm…"

"Let me guess," Rachel sighed dramatically, "if you're going to invite me somewhere and then not show up that's not funny, if you tell me I've won some kind of award but then pig blood gets dumped on my head, I don't want to know, and if you want to send me to a crack house…"

"Yo—" Kurt started, he was about to say, You actually did that, but he knew that that was in the future, Rachel hadn't done that yet. "You're wrong. I just wanted to see if you were interested in running a student-run Glee club with me."

Kurt made sure to take a few meaningful steps to the side as Rachel looked at him confused.

The brunette cleared her throat and frowned, "This school already has a Glee club, you know, Mr Ryerson's Glee club, besides I don't really know your name. I make it my business to know a lot of names and yours isn't one of them."

Kurt rolled his eyes, he wanted to come back at her with some sassy remark, but he had to calm himself down. Rachel was just meeting him, she wasn't in a position where she could tolerate his sass. "It's Kurt, and I think we can do much better than that Glee club don't you?"

Rachel paused looking aside, "What do you mean? If you're saying that all of Mr Ryerson's ideas are wrong then I think you could call that a matter of taste, I do have to agree with you that I have to fight for the solos I want. Otherwise he would give them to Hank, or Ricky, or Mark. It's as if he doesn't know that I sing better than anyone at this school."

Kurt nodded slowly.

Silence.

He couldn't say it could he….he couldn't actually come straight out and say how he felt about Sandy Ryerson.

"Mr Ryerson is a genius anyway, I think he has it in him to really train me and get me to stand on a stage. I want to be an actress, well a musical theatre starlet and I think Mr Ryerson has…." Rachel began, but Kurt growled.

"Sandy Ryerson is a gay pedophile!" he shouted as Rachel looked at him startled.

Rachel looked around in horror as all heads were turned towards where Kurt was.

"Student," Kurt heard the principal say behind him, "I need to see you in my office now."

God, was this a huge mistake.

….

Kurt had tried to argue his point, he had tried to defend himself, but when he was asked to stop or it would go on his permanent record he stopped. It didn't keep him from being suspended though, why he was being suspended had more to do with the poor quality of education than anything else. So after his father had collected him from school, he had had to talk it out with his dad.

Burt seemed to think it was a cry for attention, just like the rest of Kurt's outfits that he didn't like Kurt wearing.

Kurt was too annoyed to argue, this day was harder then he had expected and getting worse and he just wanted to be back with Blaine. He wanted to be snuggled up next to the man of his dreams. He missed Blaine's lips and his body, yes, but he missed more than that. He missed those beautiful eyes, those gentle hands, his soft stomach. Underneath it all, Blaine had the biggest heart…a heart that Kurt knew he had won, he wished he was there now.

Still, he was here.

Even after he had forced himself to take a nap, he was here.

He took a deep breath before walking forward and picked up a can of hairspray before running his fingers through the limp strands of his younger self. Did he have hair which would hold up to the coif that he loved? He had spent years deciding what style he wanted, if it turned out badly it would just be another kick to his soul.

As he used the comb and the spray, he managed to do it. He had that younger, rounder face that he had always been embarrassed because it felt like puberty had skipped him, but he had a coif. A far from perfect hairdo, but he could improve it over time.

There was a knock on the door, a timid sound and Kurt sighed. Maybe it was Rachel who had come to see him, his address was in the school registry after all. He could discuss the Glee club with her, maybe get things back on track. He doubted it was anyone who cared enough about him to bring him his homework.

The knock was heard again and Kurt took a few steps outside of his bedroom, "Dad! The door!"

There was no answer. He came up the stairs and went to the door, taking a deep breath because who knew how many pee balloons would be awaiting him on the other side. As he opened the door he saw no one, but there in the middle of the mat was a box of expensive chocolates and a note 'Thank you'.

Kurt's heart stopped and he took what felt like a stolen breath in. He looked out onto the street and then caught sight of the boy he wanted. He locked the door and, not even bothering to get shoes on, ran after Blaine. He managed to catch up to him rather quickly and hooked his arm with the other boy.

Blaine turned towards him in complete horror, his eyes had tears in them already and he had closed them before taking the situation in. His whole body was shaking and he was attempting to push Kurt away.

"I…I-I-I'm ss-ss-sorry" he said.

His voice sounded so weak, so pained.

Kurt dropped the younger teen's arm and took a couple steps backward. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say that I'm happy to see you," he said as Blaine opened his eyes and Kurt could gaze into those honey-amber pools he loved so much.

Blaine smiled as he saw him and Kurt smiled too.

"You want to come to my house and talk? We could try to get to know each other?" he suggested as the curly haired boy nodded. Blaine hung his head and then continued to stare downwards. "Blaine?"

"S-Sh-shoes…" he laughed as Kurt laughed too.

"I never usually do this, I just really didn't want you to run away."

He NEVER would want Blaine to run away.

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So, thanks for keeping up with me. I really hope that you are liking it, I kind of give myself a rule though that I won't usually update a fic without at least one review on the last chapter :P I know, I'm selfish, but it really helps me feel good when people like reading my work as much as I enjoy writing it.