Kurt walked into McKinley High, ready for a new week of abuse, which stemmed from the school bully, Sebastian Smythe, whom Kurt loathed with a passion; the boy stood a few inches taller than Kurt and seemed to take personal enjoyment in harassing him. But the daily slushie facial was never enough for Sebastian; he had to continue inciting Kurt with insults and jibes at his personal life. Kurt wondered how Sebastian knew so much about his life at home, with an alcoholic father and a mother who had just passed away from lung cancer. The one thing that saved Kurt from all the provocation was his presence in the Glee club, the only place where he had true friends. Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, and Artie Abrams were his three closest friends; the four of them spent any possible time together, and they were quick to protect Kurt from Sebastian's bullying.
"Hey, homo," Sebastian sneered, shoving Kurt against his locker; Sebastian was flanked by his lacrosse team buddies, who sniggered. Kurt shivered at the sheer feeling of Sebastian touching him. "Aw, Hummel gonna cry?" Sebastian taunted, stopping and seeing the tears brimming Kurt's glasz eyes. Kurt would never cry in front of Sebastian; it would just give the asshole another reason to hassle him.
"Fuck you," Kurt snapped, holding his head up in defiance.
"I'm sorry, what'd you say to me, homo?" Sebastian mocked. "I don't think I heard you."
"I said, fuck you," Kurt repeated through gritted teeth. "Why can't you just leave me alone, Smythe? Huh? What did I do to you?"
"You're a little slut, Hummel, that's what you did," Sebastian laughed and his friends joined in. "Shaking your ass for the world to see and wearing these tight pants and shit; you're asking for it."
"You know what you are, Smythe? You're a goddamn coward," Kurt hissed and he heard a sharp intake of breath from the lacrosse jerks. "You always need your cronies behind you when you pick on me. You don't do it for yourself. You're an insecure, pathetic excuse for a person." Sebastian looked a little taken aback by Kurt's words; he composed himself quickly and, grabbing Kurt's shirt, he slammed the smaller boy against his locker.
"Say another word, Hummel. Just one word and I'll beat that gay right out of you," Sebastian snarled, pulling his fist back. Kurt simply stared at the bully.
"What the hell are you doing to my boy!" a voice yelled. Kurt turned his head slightly and saw Mercedes and Artie coming towards him.
"Stay out of this, Aretha. This has nothing to do with you or Cripples McGee, just back away now and you won't get hurt," Sebastian said, glaring at the two.
"I dare you to hit me, Smythe. Just see what happens when you hit a girl," Mercedes shot back; Kurt saw her ready to pull her can of mace from her bag. Sebastian looked at Mercedes and Artie for another second before releasing Kurt.
"I'll see you later, homo, when your hag isn't around," Sebastian snapped, and with a wave of his hand, his friends followed.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Artie asked as he, Mercedes, and Kurt went to their homeroom.
"Yeah, thanks, 'Cedes, for standing up to him," Kurt said, putting an arm around her.
"No worries, white boy. We always got your back," she replied with a smile.
"I saw you ready to pull your mace out," Kurt smirked.
"Would've used it too," she said. Kurt smiled and looked at Artie, who winked.