Alright, so this is my first Glee FF, so excuse me if I'm not that good at portraying the characters. When I first became a 'Gleek' I immediately fell in love with Kurt. I love him. I think Blaine is amazing too. There aren't that many 'Klaine' stories, so I decided to write my own.
This story starts at the beginning of of 'Never Been Kissed' and it's like the story of the entire episode. Sorry if it's weird, but once he gets kissed, I change it to my own. Don't worry. It'll get better.
I probably won't remember to put a disclaimer, so this counts for the entire story. I don't own Glee, or any other references I make.
After school, Tina and I were talking about the fashion week coming up, as we were walking to our lockers. Again, Karofsky shoved me into another locker.
"Are you alright?" Tina asked as I glared at him walking down the hall.
"Yeah," I replied.
We walked to Glee Rehearsal.
"Alright, guys, let's get down to business," Mr. Shue said as we walked into the choir room, "First, let's welcome back, Noah Puckerman. Puck, I hope your time in juvy has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong."
"Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day," Puck said,
"Wow, what a catch, I can't believe I ever let you go," Quinn replied sarcastically. I chuckled.
"And now, drum roll Finn," Mr. Shue said, Finn, tapping on his book, "Because I have in my hand, the competition for Sectionals next month," many people cheered, "First the Acapella Choir from the all boys private school in Westerville, The Dalton Academy Warblers," Again with the cheering.
"Okay hold up, like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head," Santana said. She looked at me and I glared at her too.
"And the other team to beat, The Hipsters, a first year club from the Warren township continuing education program. Now they are a Glee Club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school G.E.D.'s,"
"Is that legal?" Rachel asked.
"How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?" my best friend, Mercedes asked.
"Are you kidding? Brittle bones, give one of those old ladies a good pat on the rear, it'll shatter her pelvis," Puck said.
"Moving on," Mr. Shue interrupted, "Since it seemed to get you jazzed about sectionals last year, I want to make this week our second annual, boys' verses girls' tournament," This time I contributed in the cheering, "So split up into two groups, and, uh, figure out what kind of songs you're going to sing."
Everyone seemed happy, and they stood up, starting to talk. I stood and walked over to the girls.
"Kurt, I'm going to say it again, boys team," Mr. Shue said, not even looking at me. I was outraged. Why wouldn't I be with the girls? He wasn't even looking at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and grumbled, sitting back in my chair. I didn't even listen to what the boys were talking about.
The bell rang and we walked out. I noticed Karofsky walking towards me. Maybe if I tried crossing sides of the hall?
No, that didn't work.
"What is your problem?" I yelled back at him.
"You talking back to me?" he asked. I was scared all of a sudden, "You want a piece of the fury?" he asked.
"They fury?" I asked.
"That's what I named my fists," he said back.
"Well with that level of creativity you can easily become assistant manager at a rendering plant," I said back, proud of myself.
"I don't know what that is, but if I find out it's bad? The fury's going to find you," he said, shoving me into the lockers again, walking the direction he came from. What an idiot.
I stayed up against the wall, breathing deep.
Mr. Shue came wandering down the hall. Just my luck, I didn't need this right now.
"Are you alright Kurt?" he asked, "Here, come with me, we can talk in my office."
I didn't say anything but followed him. I wasn't in the mood to talk, especially not to him.
"Is there anything that I can do?" he asked me, offering a little cup of water.
I sighed, taking the paper cup. "No, this is my hill to climb alone," I said.
"Can I be honest? I think it's getting to you. Usually this stuff rolls right off your back, but lately you've been belligerent, anger, pushing people away," he said.
"Can I be honest with you?" I shot back at him, "You, like everyone else in this school are too quick to the homophobia side. And your lesson plans are boring. Boys verses girls? That doesn't challenge any of us."
He looked at me, "You mean because I didn't let you join the girls like you wanted?" he asked.
I set the cup back on his desk. I sighed again, "To answer your question, yes, I'm unhappy. And yes, being the only out gay kid in the school gets me down. But most of all, I'm not challenged in the least here," I said, walking out of his room. The bell rang so I walked out to my car. I went home and just sat in my room for the rest of the day. Eventually I fell asleep, crying. This is so hard for me. People think I'm happy and it's easy. But I just want someone there for me. Someone to wake up to and say good morning and I love you too, but I can't get that at this school. No one else is gay, that I know of, and I don't think anyone is coming out anytime soon either.
My alarm clock went off, in the morning. I grudged out of bed and into my closet. I pulled out a black and white striped shirt and a black jacket with words on it to go over it, with some jeans.
School ended, without any sign of Karofsky. With I am eternally grateful for. Glee rehearsals, here I come.
"Look I'm not tossing the baby into the bathwater here," Mr. Shue said.
"I've totally done that," Brittany said. Everyone glanced at her.
"We're just making an adjustment. Boys you are now doing songs traditionally sung by girl groups," that made my day. This class just got so much better. I smiled and leaned forward in my seat, "Girls try some classic rock, uh, The Who, The Stones. The more opposite your choice, the more points you get."
I lean forward to whisper to the rest of the boys.
"Don't worry gentlemen. I have this one under control," I said.
The bell rang the next day and instead of Glee rehearsal, all the boys went into an empty classroom, to start practicing. I had two boards set up with clothing choice, and anything else we might need.
I took a pointing stick and whacked it onto the board.
"Now, obviously for this medley of work, I'm going to have to sing lead, and when your singing Diana Ross, Bob Mackey boas are a must," I said.
"Isn't this lesson about opposites?" Artie asked, "I mean, you in a gown and a boa are exactly what you'd expect."
"Who said anything about a gown?" I asked, frustrated.
"Alright dude, why don't you make yourself useful and go put some rat poisoning in the old folks Jell-O, or visit the Garblers?" Puck said, walking to the back of the room.
"The Warblers," I corrected him.
"Whatever, see what they're up to, and you can wear all the feathers you want, you'll blend right in," he said, throwing a football to Sam.
"Fine," I said, taking down my board. Mike and Finn looked alarmed. I packed up everything and went to put it in my car. We still had one period and a half of school left. I had study hall. Maybe I can dress up in something close to their uniform and say I'm a new kid there or something.
By the time I actually made it to Westerville. It was almost time for the bell to ring for the last period.
I was walking down a giant grand stairwell when the bell did ring, a bunch of people starting cramming down and passing me.
"Hey, uh, can I ask you a question? I'm new here," I said, stopping one of the kids walking past me.
"Oh, hi, my name is Blaine," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, smiling.
I was slightly speechless. This boy had a face of an angel. His curly hair, ruling his face, the eyes of a god. Oh, man, I sure fell head of heels for him; maybe love at first sight does exist.
"Uh, Kurt," I said, "Uh, so what exactly is going on?" I asked.
"The Warblers, every now and then they throw an improved performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."
"So wait, the glee club here is kind of cool?" I asked.
"The Warblers are like rock stars, come on, I know a shortcut," he said, taking my hand. My eyes widened, he dragged me the first few feet, and then I slightly started walking. We ran down a hallway, which was beautiful by the way, and he never let go of my hand, until we reached a door.
We walked into a giant room, holding a whole bunch of boys dressed in the same blazers. Well this is where I might get caught.
"Oh wow, I stick out like a sore thumb," I said, gripping my shoulder bag.
"Huh, well don't forget your jacket next time, new kid, you'll fit right in," Blaine said, fixing my ruffled collar. The boys were clearing a little area, and he set down his bag on the ground.
They starting singing a beat, and Blaine said, "Now if you'll excuse me."
The song just burst out, Teenage Dream, and Blaine was the lead singer. They were formed in a triangle position and Blaine looked at me most of the time. It seemed as if he was singing to me. I smiled. This is the first time where I actually smiled and meant it. This boy makes me happy, but it was really weird because the only thing I knew about him was his name. I was really confused.
They were dancing and having a lot of fun. This school seemed to be my safety, my place to run to. I wouldn't be harassed here and I wouldn't be scared to roam the beautiful hallways.
When the song ended, everyone from behind me went forward, a few bumped into me, but they actually apologized. I would never have gotten that from McKinley. I stayed put while everyone patted Blaine on the back and was high fiving everyone. They all cheered and clapped. Blaine was looking at me the entire time though. I smiled and he tried to get out of the little circle they formed around him. When he did get to me, he led me out of the commotion and into the same empty hallway we came from.
As we walked he asked me, "You aren't really new here are you? You wanted to see the school? Or are you another one of those spying kids from other Glee Clubs?" he asked.
I blushed, I didn't answer for a few minutes, but we reached a table and sat. He took out his phone and texted someone.
"Well, both kind of, I'm really sorry," I admitted finally.
He sighed and shook his head, receiving a text. He didn't answer, but put his phone down on the table.
We didn't talk, I looked down at my hands in my lap, but every time I glanced up at him, which was frequently he was staring at me. He never looked away when I did glance up though. It was for a few minutes we sat like this in silence, until two guys came up holding some coffee cups. They sat down with us and Blaine said hey.
Everyone took a coffee and there was one left.
Blaine pushed it towards me, "Latté?" I smiled a little and took it.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"This is Wes, and David," Blaine said, glancing at both of them
"It's very civilized of you to invite me coffee before beating me up for spying," I said.
"We are not going to beat you up," David said.
"You were such a terrible spy, we thought it was sort of, endearing," Wes said.
"Which made me think spying really wasn't why you came," Blaine said.
"Uh," I shuddered, blushing, "Uh, can I ask you guys a question?" They all looked at me, "Are you guys all gay?" I asked.
They all chuckled. "Uh, uh, no, I mean I am, but these two have girlfriends," Blaine said. My heart soared. He was gay. I had a slightly better chance with him.
"This is not a gay school we just have a zero tolerance harassment policy," David said.
"Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple," Wes said. Wow. This is amazing. If I came here I wouldn't get bullied. I have no idea how much this school costs, but I know my dad wouldn't have the money for it. I almost started to cry.
"Will you excuse us?" Blaine asked David and Wes.
They stood, "Take it easy Kurt," Wes said.
After they left, Blaine said, "I take it your having trouble with school."
I sighed, "I'm the only out of the closet person in my school," finally the tears started coming, I shook my head, "And, and I tried to stay strong about it, but there's this Neanderthal who's made it his mission to make my life a living hell. Nobody seems to notice."
"I know how you feel, I got taunted at my old school and it really, pissed me off. I even complained about it to the faculty, and they were sympathetic and all, but you could just tell that nobody really cared. It was like, 'hey if your gay, your life's just going to be miserable sorry, nothing we can do about it.' So I left, and came here, simple as that. So you have two options: I mean, I'd love to tell you to come enroll here, but tuition at Dalton is sort of steep, and not an option for everybody. Or you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt, and you have a chance right now to teach him," he said.
"How?" I asked.
"Confront him," he answered immediately, "Call him out, I ran, Kurt, I didn't stand up, I let bullies chase me away. It is something that I really, really regret."
Blaine's phone buzzed and he picked it up.
"I'm sorry, I need to go," he said, standing up, "Just think about what I said."
I smiled, "Yeah, I will."
"Do you want my number?" Blaine asked, "If you need someone to just talk, you can call me. Since I have dealt with the same thing you are now." He gave me his phone and I put in my number, then he texted me.
I pulled out my phone and saved him in my contacts.
"Thank you, I'm pretty sure I will take you up on that offer," I said, standing up. I grabbed my bag, and followed him outside. We both went our separate ways after saying goodbye. I drove home, and said hi to my dad, then walked downstairs to my room. At about 5 he called me up to eat diner, I barely talked. He looked concerned, but he didn't say anything. I fell asleep thinking about Blaine. He was my savior. I just wish I could actually go to that school.
The next day at Glee practice, the girls we're performing. All the boys sat in a line in front of the little stage they created. It was dark, with blue and green lights behind it. Smoke starting coming from Mr. Shue's office. I smiled. The girls came out with the 'livin' on a prayer' beginning chords came on. The girls were all wearing black leather. They looked like biker chicks. Rachel same last, starting to sing the verse. I didn't know what the mash up was until they sang the chorus, with 'Start me up' Mercedes sung that verse. This performance was pretty amazing. I pretty much died. About halfway through I got a text message. I opened my phone and it was from Blaine. It read, 'courage.' This just made my day. When they finished, we all clapped.
"Whoo! Ladies! Very impressing, what was your inspiration to use these songs?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Well," Rachel started. A girl in a Cheerios outfit came running in giving Mr. Shue a note.
"Coach said to give you this," she said, and walked out.
He read the note and sighed, leaving us in the room. It was the end of the day, so afterwards we all left. I was walking down the hallway, just looking at the text Blaine sent me. I wasn't watching where I was going. Karofsky came out of nowhere and whacked my phone onto the ground and pushed me into the lockers from about three feet away. I was furious, I ran after him into the boys locker room.
"Hey! I am talking to you!" I screamed at him.
"Girls locker room is next door," he said.
"What is your problem?" I asked, shouting.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"What are you so scared of?" I screamed.
"Except you coming in here to peek at my junk," he said.
"Oh yeah, every straight guys nightmare, that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert them. Well guess what, Hamhalk? You're not my type," I said. He was just going on with whatever he was doing, but this made him stop and look at me.
"That right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much, and they're going to be bald by the time they're thirty!"
"Do not push me, homo," he said, raising his fist.
"You going to hit me?" I asked.
"Don't push me!" he growled, slamming the locker door shut.
"Hit me then, it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me as much as I can punch the ignoramus out of you," I said, getting closer to him.
"Get out of my face!" he screamed.
"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!" I screamed.
Out of nowhere he reached to my face and kissed me. I was shocked. I didn't move. I stood there while we pressing his sweaty, hot lips to mine. He backed off for a second. My finger was still pointing at him. He tried to kiss me again, but I shoved him off, but he got angry and I saw his fist swing back to come punch me. It hit me in the jaw, and I just know that he broke it. I reached up as I fell backwards. He came storming towards me again and kicked me in the stomach. I curled up into a ball as he continued to kick me. After a few more he reached down and pulled me to face him. My eyes were closed and he was keeping me up, I don't think I could hold myself up on my own. I couldn't make any noises, but he kissed me again. My jaw was killing me. I could barely breathe. He pushed me against the concrete wall behind us and pressed his body to mine. I was scared, but he was strong and I was already hurt. I couldn't push him away.
He reached down to my pants, and started unbuttoning them. I was so scared. I couldn't do anything either. His chest was holding me up onto the wall, and it hurt so badly. I knew he broke many of my ribs from kicking me. I was nauseous and I felt like I was going to pass out. I didn't know what he was doing anymore, but I knew I didn't have my pants on. This guy was a maniac.
"If you tell anyone I'm gay, I will come and kill you. Count on that," he growled into my ear. I could barely hear anything at all.
"Open your eyes," he said.
Obviously I didn't, but I did hear the door to the locker room open, and some people laughing. It stopped, probably when they saw us.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Someone screeched. That's all I remember before I totally went unconscious.
Sam was telling us some joke when we were walking into the boy's locker room. I laughed and when I opened my eyes I noticed Sam frozen in fear. Then suddenly he was angry and storming after something. I looked in that direction and I saw red. I couldn't believe what was happening. I ran after Karofsky, but before we got to him he slammed Kurt's head against the concrete wall and dropped him onto the ground, and he got one last hard kick to his chest before we both pulled him off and started hitting him.
"Artie! Go get Mr. Shue!" I screamed to him. He turned quickly and went out the door, pushing himself down to the choir room. Karofsky got in a few good hits to our faces, but we pretty much had him down though. Once Sam was holding him back by himself I ran over to Kurt. He was moving, and slightly breathing. I moved him to he was lying straight on his back. He had cut and bruises already forming over his body. His pants were down to his ankles and he only had his boxers on.
"What the hell were you doing to him? Were you like raping him?" I got up and screamed at him. I punched him once more in the face before Sam told me to go put Kurt's pants back on before Mr. Shue got here.
Just as I finished, he bursts into here. Everyone from glee was following him.
"Artie, go get Principal Figgins. Quinn and Santana, go call an ambulance and wait at the front door to lead them here. Mercedes and Brittany, watch over Kurt, I have to stop them from fighting. Puck come and help me," Mr. Shue started yelling orders to everybody.
Sam and I were beating the crap out of Dave. He couldn't do this to Kurt, without me coming after him. Mr. Shue did pull all of us apart after a few seconds. Karofsky had a bunch of bruises on his face, but he wasn't in a nearly as bad of state as Kurt. Dave was actually standing. He just had a broken nose maybe.
I was breathing hard. I couldn't think. I whipped out my phone and called Kurt's dad. He was furious, and hung up on me, leaving his store immediately. Next, I called my mom, telling her to go to the hospital and meet us there. She was mad too, but a lot easier to talk to. After the paramedics came, and took an unconscious Kurt away, the police escorted, Sam, Dave, and I to the principal's office. I needed to go with Kurt.
"I have to go with him," I said, pulling away from a cop.
"Well, alright, but one of us have to go with you, to ask for your side of the story at the hospital," one cop said, taking my arm and pulling me outside. He dragged me to one of the cop cars and made me sit in the backseat. Burt was just getting to the school at that time. The paramedics were putting Kurt into the back as he jumped out of his car.
"Kurt!" He screamed. He noticed me and ran over to me, "What the hell is going on?"
"Go to the hospital, I may or may not be in trouble because I beat the crap out of Karofsky for what he did to Kurt, but they're taking me there," I said.
He groaned and ran back to his car. He really needed to calm down before he had another heart attack. I was worried for him. The cop closed the door and went to the driver's side. He pulled out in front of the ambulance and turned on his lights, charging down the streets to the hospital.