A/N: What is thiiiis? An update?! Wow. I have so much free time on my hands, guys. Sigh. That's a good thing. That means my stories will update faster. Yay. Read on!
Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, bullying, medications, suicidal thoughts, mentions of depression, mentions of Burt's heart attack, mentions of Blaine possibly kicking Karofsky's arse hehe, let me know if I missed anything please.
Disclaimer: No beta, all mistakes my own. I do not own Glee, or any of it's characters. :P
Chapter 12
Where do I start?
"How about at the beginning, Kurt?" Blaine whispered from beside him.
Did I say that out loud?
"Yeah, you kinda did." He giggled.
"O-Ok, uhm, well this may take a while. I transfered from McKinley because of the bullying. Every morning, I woke up dreading going to school because of the random dumpster tosses, not to mention what color slushy I got to wear on my expensive clothes that day. I got used to the smell of banana peels, rotted food surrounding me, not exactly knowing JUST how long it's been there, and ciggerette butts. Those...n-neandrathals made my life a living hell. Always made fun of me and my 'girly voice'," at this Kurt did the air quotes, and a look of disgust was noticable on his delicate features, "my choice of style,...so...I-I joined glee. I thought that would help, because I love to sing, Blaine."
Blaine nodded for him to continue.
"Or, well, I used to. I haven't sung since...s-since..." Kurt choked out a sob.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's another story, for another time, Kurt." Blaine said, immediately reassuring the troubled and depressed teen in his arms.
"N-No, it's ok, I want to do this. I want to finally open up to you, to tell you." Kurt argued, confidence lacing his voice, and he sat up out of the Warbler's arms to place a pillow against the headboard. He sat back comfortably, continuing his upsetting story. "Since my mother died." He finished.
"I was in french class when I got the call..." Kurt spoke softly, staring off into nothing, a distant look on his face.
Blaine bit his worriedly, and sat up, resting on his left elbow, listening intently.
"My dad had a heart attack..." He trailed off, emotionless.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt, oh my gosh..." Blaine said caringly.
"He was at the h-hospital ...a c-coma...h-he still continues to be sick. My stepmother, Carole, has a strict diet for him." Kurt chuckled a little, reminicsing the look of distaste on his father's face as he carefully examined the low-fat chicken salad she prepared for him. "That's when everything kinda went downhill, I-I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to live, either, Blaine."
Blaine sat up, crossing his legs indian-style, and removing his Warbler's tie, placing it folded neatly on the nightstand next to Kurt's bed.
"Shortly thereafter, Carole noticed the subtle, but not so subtle changes because of my father...and then the bullying...She noticed my decrease in appetite, lack of sleep, and red eyes from crying so much, until there were no tears left TO cry..."
Blaine hummed, acknowledging Kurt's story.
"That's when she recommended I talk to someone since how I wasn't talking to anyone, or, if I did, I'd be so angry," Kurt said, balling up his fists, "so I just nodded and stayed silent. I didn't want to fight with her. That following week I was scheduled for an appointment to see a physciatrist, and that's when she put me on the medicine. Then...it just seemed to get worse from there..." Kurt said lamely, a tear rolling down his poreclain cheek. He quickly wiped it away. So many awful memories...
"What happened? Did Carole know about the bullying? Did your father know?" Blaine asked.
Kurt sighed, picking at the bedspreads' loose thread. "She never knew, I don't think. Or, if she did, I'm pretty sure it's because my father told her. He knew about the harrassment. He knew something wasn't right. That's when he came up to the school and-" Kurt stopped abruptly, swallowing, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. His chest started to hurt. Breath...breath...Kurt told himself.
"It's ok. Take your time. Just know I'm here if you need to talk to anyone, or if you need me to do anything." Blaine replied with a gentle smile.
Kurt nodded, biting his lip, and took a deep breath to try again. He slowly looked up to meet Blaine's hazel gaze. "One of the n-neandrathals...he...h-he was in the c-closet..." Kurt stuttered out nervously, his hands wringing with unease.
Blaine's eyes widened, having an idea of where this might be going, but definitely not liking it. He chewed on the inside of his cheek.
"H-He kissed me." It was barely a whisper, Blaine had to really listen. But, he heard it.
And he did not like it. Blaine saw red. He wanted to punch this guy's face in. How dare he?! Blaine thought with rage. But, Blaine also wasn't a violent person.
Kurt saw Blaine visibly clenching his jaw and distressed face, and put his hand on Blaine's arm. "Hey, don't worry about it now, Blaine. It's already happened, unfortunately. You really can't do anything about it; what's done is done." Kurt explained with a shrug, but his chin slightly wobbled.
Blaine searched Kurt's cyan eyes, hesitantly, then said slowly, "No. That doesn't mean it's OK, Kurt Hummel. It may have already happened, yes, but that does not make it ok. What if he gets someone else, Kurt? I can understand why you're going through this now. I can see it tear you up inside. He hurt your pride." Blaine took Kurt's hands in his. "That's never ok. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt."
Kurt smiled, loving the warmth of Blaine's hands against his own. It seemed like, for just a moment, all the tension disapated from the room. "T-Thank you. That means alot." Especially coming from you. "So, uhm, yeah, they put me on Zoloft...after that crap with Karofsky," Kurt visbily cringed at the football player's name, "and my dad's health. I-I just figured it can't POSSIBLY get any better..." Kurt mumbled disparingly.
Blaine was silent. He shook his head, still angry, and stored away that name for...future use, if need be. But, I'm not violent. But, he shouldn't have done that, either. To Kurt, or anyone else, for that matter.
Blaine studied Kurt's gorgeous (wait what?) face, and thought to himself. Kurt needs GOOD things in his life...I need to do something NICE for him...I should gather the Warbler's. They'll help me ponder some ideas..."Keep on fighting, Kurt. Hang in there..."
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