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Lyna Laufeyson

Kurt was walking through the halls of McKinley towards French class (not that he needed it, his mother had began to teach him when he was little and he carried it on) He was minding his own business, thinking about ways he could ask Mr Schue to change groups when Karofsky appeared from nowhere. Shoving him hard into the lockers, throwing him to the floor and muttering "fag" as he went.

Kurt tried not cry out, the bruises that covered his body and the cuts that scattered his forearms all screamed in pain. Kurt sat on the ground for a few moments, forcing back tears when a hand reached down to help him. Looking up Kurt saw that it was Mr Schue. Sniffing he took the hand and allowed the Spanish teacher to help him up.

"Come on, let's talk in my office." He said quietly so the surrounding students wouldn't hear. Once in the office Mr Schue handed him a glass of water. "Kurt, I know you get bullied but so do the others. You always seem to shake it off, why is it getting to you now?" Mr Schue asked softly

"Because it's all the time. I can't walk down the halls of this school without people calling me a "fag" people say I'm going to burn in hell. That they wish me to drop dead. Before when it was just a few choice offenders I could get by but now it's everyone. There is never a moment where people stop and think "This has gone too far" they just attack all the time and I can't take it anymore"

Kurt snapped at the teacher, tears were running down his face and his breathing was erratic. Kurt wanted to cut again, it helped, he didn't know why but it did. All off his built up emotions were released with each slice. The look on Mr Schue's was that of pure shock. He had seen Rachel and Mercedes snap at people, Finn and Artie had both had emotional break downs with him. But Kurt had always seemed so strong, like nothing affected him. And now the young teenager was in his office in a mess.

"Kurt, is there anything I can do to help?" Mr Schue asked but Kurt just shrugged before getting a packet of tissues out of his bag and dabbing his eyes.

"I have to get to French" Kurt said standing up "Can you tell that I've been crying?" he asked the teacher, who shook his head. With that Kurt was out of Mr Schue's office leaving the teacher to think.

There was nothing that Will could do to stop the bullying, there was no evidence. Sure Kurt had bruises but there was no proof that it had been Karofsky who had given them to him. Mr Schue sighed, he hated that one of his kids was hurting. He knew he treated them all differently and to be honest when it came to Kurt he had very little idea on how to deal with the boy. Although Mr Schue did have an idea, it might not stop the bullying but it could help Kurt feel happier.

"Okay guys, we have a slight change in plan" Mr Schue said when he walked into the choir room the next day. "It's come to my attention that giving you free reign on your mash ups may have been a little too easy for you."

There were murmurs off agreement and protest floating across the room.

"So I have decided that this week the boys will be performing a number that is considered girly and mainly sung by women and I want the girls to perform something stereotypically masculine. Got it? I want the complete opposite of what you would normally do."

And with that he left the groups to talk.

Kurt happily stood in front of the boys, listing his ideas for a great mash up. He had many songs they could mash up and an abundance of fabulous outfits they could wear. He had learnt from the last time he had tried to lead the boys, this time Kurt's ideas were toned down and there was a distinct lack of bird feathers. Kurt finished explaining his last idea he looked expectantly at the others.

All he was met with was blank stares coming from Artie and Mike whilst Finn and Sam discussed the difficulties of dating Quinn and Puck played with his guitar. Kurt cleared his throat to get their attention, which made the whole atmosphere of the room go awkward.

"Dude, I thought that the whole point of this assignment was to do the opposite of what is expected?" Puck said

"It was" Kurt replied dryly

"Then how is you planning everything we do the opposite?" he asked again, Mike nodded

"Yeah Kurt, Feathers and sequins are what's expected of you, we need to think outside of that."

"There aren't any feathers" Kurt muttered, anger bubbling up inside him.

"That's beside the point Kurt. Everyone expects you to take the lead in this song, let somebody else sing for once." Finn said

"What, someone else for once? When was the last time I sung lead on a song Finn? Between Rachel and Mercedes and You and Puck there is never any time for me. I'm sorry if I am the best suited for this assignment" Kurt hissed at his soon to be brother.

"Whoa man chill out" Puck said "Maybe you should go and do something useful and go spy on the garblers or something"

"The Warblers" Kurt corrected, seeing the look in his team mates eyes Kurt realised that he wasn't wanted. "Fine!" he snapped storming out of the room, Rachel Berry style. He had taken enough shit in his life, he wasn't going to sit there and take anymore. If they didn't want him, fine. He was used to it.