Prologue

Kurt Hummel was weird. There was no other way to put it. He acted as if he was going to be yelled at with every step he took, with every minute thing he did. He was secretive - only a few things were known about him. All the boys of Dalton academy knew that he had transferred there due to an abuse situation; He was in love with all things fashion; He was in his old school's Glee club, until he was kicked out for 'standing out,' and last, but probably the most significant, he barely spoke. Whenever he did his voice was soft, shy and nervous, or he just shook his head at the person who addressed him and ran away.

Yeah. He was weird.

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Kurt had been at Dalton for two weeks when the rumours started.

'I heard he was really unpopular at his old school, but he was persistent to get popular, so a few of the REAL popular kids beat his ass.'

'I heard he was the bad-boy at his old school. Then, one day, someone even MORE bad-ass came along and kicked his ass. He immediately ran.'

'I bet he just wanted an excuse to transfer 'cause he was unpopular.'

When Kurt heard these as he walked past his peers in the hallways, in the lunch room, in the gym, he just curled up on himself even more and scurried away with down-cast eyes. He was a small boy, especially in comparison to his peers. He was five-foot, ten inches at his absolute full height, but when he was bent over (Also known as: Most of the time.) he was just... tiny. His pale skin and silky golden-brown hair didn't exactly help that image.

In classes he would curl up into a tiny ball, knees to his chest, back hunched as he wrote in his very neat scrawl. Teachers never addressed him - they acted as if he were a porcelain doll that would break with the lightest touch. If a student asked them about him, they'd simply smile and say something along the lines of 'He's a very sweet boy - troubled, maybe, but he just needs the right person to bring him out of his shell.' Well, that was all true enough, but it wasn't enough for a group of nosy, pubescent teenage boys. So, one day, they tried to approach him, get the answers they wanted for themselves.

Five boys approached him at first. He was curled up in his usual manner on a couch in the library, reading a very thick book. On closer inspection it could be seen that it was 'Wuthering Heights.' He was engrossed in that gorgeous novel, so how could he have possibly seen or heard that group approaching him?

"Hi!" One of the most cheery boys you could ever meet, Jeff Sterling, stepped forwards with a giant grin on his face. Kurt's head snapped up with a snapping sound to accompany it,

"I-I'm sorry!" he had stuttered out in a weak voice. He dropped his book and ran.

As he ran, Jeff began to cry. He was one of the most popular, kind boys in the school, so that couldn't have possibly helped Kurt's reputation, could it? Well, it really didn't. From that moment on all of Jeff's friends looked down on Kurt with anger. How could he have been so rude, so cruel, as to make such a boy as Jeff (Who was very open about both his homosexuality and his emotional disorders) cry?