I'M SORYY! EPIC FAIL ON MY PART! I apologize! I'm in my final year of university and it kind of crept up on me! I'm sorry! P.S. I don't know how your high schools work(ed) but where I went, we only had four periods that were 75 minutes each, so if you're confused about something later, now you know. Enjoy!

Kurt had ported to the rooftop of the school. In his heated anger he had blindly teleported but his subconscious was strong enough to bring him someplace secluded within his range. As he "landed" he stumbled and lost his balance causing him to fall to the ground scraping his hand on the concrete to catch himself. Kurt slowly sat himself up and looked at his injured hand.

The palm of his hand was embedded with small stones; Kurt brushed them away along with some fur that had been skinned off revealing his blue skin and a few light drops of blood. Kurt closed his hand into a fist and put it up to his forehead, all the while feeling such contempt, no longer toward himself, but for the ignorance of his peers. He could feel his body slightly shuddering and twitching from the force of his rage. He had finally reached a point of realization that he wasn't ashamed of himself so much anymore, but that in a world that had evolved so much, he still felt unaccepted. He had to start accepting himself otherwise there was no way anyone else was going to. That morning was a huge stepping stone for him.

No more hiding… no more wishing that I was something I'm not…

Kurt sat by himself in the silence of the morning. He stared out into the landscape of trees and buildings, trying to contain his breathing to calm down.

Everything was still dewy and Kurt had noticed the rooftop he was sitting on was cool and damp. It gave him peace of mind, reminding him of the mundane things in life. He looked up to admire the spectacle of the morning. It was a beautiful day. The sun had just hit its morning peak giving everything in the distance a beautiful glow. A sweet warm breeze brushed through his fur. Kurt closed his eyes and embraced the fresh spring air. He could have stayed on that rooftop, losing himself in that morning forever. It was the first time he really had any alone time that day. When he was in the mansion he was constantly being bombarded by the other students and hearing their conversations through the walls. Kurt was totally alone in the spectacle of a simple spring morning. Taking a deep breath, Kurt found peace and tranquility. He just needed to get away from the stress.

I think I'm ready to go back into the fire.

Kurt smiled to himself. To him, going "back into the fire" could be construed as heading back into the fiery dimension he unintentionally passes through with every port. A slight inside joke he shared with himself. Kurt stood up and took one last look at the landscape of trees and surrounding buildings before teleporting back into the school.

Kurt had ported to a stall the men's washroom. At this point he had already made a scene in his class that if anyone caught him using his powers other than that incident, he didn't really care. Luckily there was no one in the washroom so Kurt was safe. He walked out and washed his hands, splashed cool water on his face and took a look in the mirror. He stared as the damp fur on his face darkened his "complexion". He grabbed a paper towel, wiped his hands and face and headed to the door. Once in the deserted hallway, Kurt looked left and right as if he was crossing a busy street.

Kurt headed to his locker. He wasn't really sure if he was going to return to class or not. There was at least twenty minutes left and he still needed to get some form of indication that he attended class.

"Scheisse…" He mumbled.

Does what I did even count as going to class? Ugh, I have to get a signature from Mr. Butler.

That meant Kurt had to go back to his class after he had made such a dramatic exit; he absent mindedly continued down the hallway involuntarily heading to Mr. Butler's class. Naturally, Mr. Butler had given up on his search for Kurt and headed back to his classroom but not before seeing Kurt do the same thing.

"Kurt." Mr. Butler called out.

Kurt's head had been down and his hands in his pockets; at the sound of his name his head perked up. Mr. Butler put up his hand and jaunted towards him.

"Kurt, are you alright?"

Mr. Butler rarely showed any interest in his students whether they were learning English or not. Kurt was impressed.

"I'm fine... What happened to Eric and Connor?" Kurt replied coldly trying to keep his voice steady at the mention of the two boy's names.

"I took them to Principal Kelly's office, although I'm not sure it will do much good."

Kurt did not respond but cryptically kept his eyes glued to Mr. Butler's.

"Kurt, I'm not here to judge you, or any other 'gifted' student here. I knew you were a…" He trailed off.

"Mutant." Kurt finished.

Mr. Butler cleared his throat.

"It's okay, you can say it."

"Well, I knew you were… 'one' and it didn't faze me, but I must admit, I was mildly shocked when I saw you today."

Kurt cocked his head.

"I mean, the other day with the incident in the cafeteria, myself and the rest of the teachers were in the staff room. Not many of us saw what happened, we had only heard word being spread around, and obviously people will exaggerate anything if they have the chance."

Kurt shook his head, bit his lip and raised an eyebrow while letting out a quiet irritated laugh. "None of this surprises me. So did all the teachers have a little conversation about how the 'blue kid' might be coming back to school?"

Mr. Butler almost looked hurt. "No, not at all… well, I mean the teachers who are so set in their ways had some choice phrases, I can't deny that and you're not stupid so I know you know that was inevitable. But you'll be surprised at the level of support from some of the other staff members."

"What do you mean?"

"Kurt, what you did today took a lot of heart. I don't know too many people, including myself, who could have done any of the accomplishments in a year that you've achieved in just one period of the school day. Not to mention being revealed to the school as a mutant twice. And you're right. I will never know the stuff you've had to go through in your life and I'm twice your age, but the least I can do is give you the respect you deserve and not allow some ignorant students make you feel inferior for something completely out of your control."

Kurt was unsure of what to say back to his teacher. After what, to Kurt, seemed like hours of silence, Mr. Butler broke the awkward silence.

"You left your books in the classroom."

"Yeah, I was hoping to not have to go back in there after such a dramatic exit." Kurt joked.

"I'll go in and grab them." Mr. Butler smiled.

"Mr. Butler… I also need a favour."

"Sure."

Kurt twitched his mouth. "I need a signature to prove to Mr. Kelly that I went to class today. I need one from all my teachers."

"No problem at all." Mr. Butler smiled and headed back into the classroom and returned in no time with Kurt's books and a sheet of paper with his signature on it. As he handed the books to Kurt he shook his head. "I want to apologize on behalf of the staff members who do support you."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said before, there are a lot of teachers who support you and there's some who obviously are offended by your presence at this school. Don't think we're all against you. I just wish that Principal Kelly was on the good side, and for that I'm sorry. Keep your chin up today and remember, in the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, 'no one can make you feel inferior without your consent'."

"Thank you." Kurt didn't know what to say. He was humbled by Mr. Butler's words but was unsure of an appropriate response. Kurt nodded and gave a closed mouth smile before heading towards the office.

Kurt walked towards Principal Kelly's office with a newfound sense of self-assurance. Going to that class and standing up to Connor and Eric instilled more confidence in himself. Kurt smirked to himself thinking about all the courageous accomplishments with his work as an X-man and yet standing up to a group of his peers reassured his confidence more.

Kurt hoped that the bell would not ring while he was still in the hallway, but that was a lost cause. The bell rang and before he could make his way to the office, he found himself in the middle of a sea of students. It was a repeat of the morning. Students stopped from their mindless commute to class to give Kurt a good stare. And much like the flow of the morning, Kurt was starting to not care and kept on walking with his mind and his gaze fixated on Principal Kelly's office. He could hear students making snide comments, and would fake a cough to cover up their use of the words "freak", "demon" and the like. Kurt picked up his pace and reached for the door to Principal Kelly's office.

As he opened the door, he was unaware of the force he must have used and barged right in, causing poor Mrs. Harris to jump in her seat.

"Oh! You scared the daylights out of me!" Mrs. Harris' face dropped when she saw that it was Kurt who had scared her. "No, sweetie I didn't mean it like that! I meant that you walked in so quickly and I wasn't expecting it."

Kurt smiled and let out a giggle at how thoughtful Mrs. Harris was being.

"It's alright. I knew that's what you meant."

"Oh… good. I didn't want you to think…" she trailed off then smiled. "Are you here to show Principal Kelly Mr. Butler's signature?"

Kurt awkwardly smiled and handed the signature to Mrs. Harris.

"Alrighty, let me just go get him, okay?" The chair squeaked as she got up to knock on Principal Kelly's door.

When the door opened, Connor and Eric walked out followed by Principal Kelly who stood in the doorframe. Connor and Eric giggled to each other as they passed by Kurt and exited the office. Principal Kelly looked at Kurt and gave a patronizing look of approval and fake surprise. "Good to see you went to class. See you after second period." He took the paper with the signature and closed the door.

"You'd better get to class before second bell." Mrs. Harris urged but not without a caring smile.

Kurt nodded and headed to the door, making sure to close it gently behind him. As he entered the hallway, he stopped and looked out into the hall. To his left, in the herd of high school students, Kurt spotted Kitty waving her arm for Kurt's attention.

"Hey!" She called out as she jogged down the hall, "how was first period?"

Kurt shrugged. "Alright."

Kitty could tell that Kurt obviously didn't want to elaborate, but she wasn't going to let him suppress anything. "So nothing bad happened, whatsoever?"

Kurt looked down the hall and noticed some more students staring at him as they passed by. "It was fine."

Kitty raised a brow.

Kurt threw his head back and let out a deep sigh. "It was different, let's put it that way… Kitty, I've got to get to class. I still have to get to my locker. I'll talk to you at lunch."

Kitty nodded and bit her lip before leaving Kurt to go to her own class.

What Mr. Butler had said echoed through Kurt's mind as he headed to his second period class. More teachers were on his side than he initially thought. Kurt hoped that the same went for some of his peers. It was evident that Mrs. Harris was one of the supportive staff members but Kurt was beginning to wonder if his second period teacher, Miss. Clement, would be on the negative or positive side. He seemed to be running into more of the latter so he was due for some discrimination from a teacher. She was known to be strict in general when she didn't have a blue mutant in her class.

Kurt turned and with his head down, headed to his second period class, physics. Luckily it was just down the hall from the office, so his journey would be a short one. He passed through the crowded hallway but unlike other days, brushing up against people to get where he needed to go, there seemed to be space for him to move through. Students would move out of the way so that Kurt could walk by. As annoying as it was to constantly bump into people in the hall, Kurt almost longed for it to eradicate the reminder that he was an outcast and that no one wanted to make contact with him.

As he approached the door, he could see Miss. Clement writing on the whiteboard. Kurt walked in only to stop at the front of the class in exasperation. His usual seat was among of the cluster of desks. If he took his usual seat then he would be surrounded by students who hated and feared him. However, if he were to go to a more secluded seat, he would inevitably be taking the usual desk of a human student, and with his luck, it would be a student who would make a scene. Kurt reluctantly chose his typical desk and sat down and quietly set his books down. Only a few students were seated as the rest followed in. The seated students stopped their conversations to stare at Kurt. Two girls, who were gossiping before, stopped their chatter to stare at Kurt. One of them looked as if she was trying to hold in a laugh, while the other looked on in disgust. The second bell rang and Kurt opened his notebook and started to copy what Miss. Clement had written on the whiteboard.

"Mr. Wagner…"

Kurt looked up to see Miss. Clement standing right in front of his desk. She was an extremely thin woman in her mid thirties. She had short stylish blonde hair with brown undertones and dark brown eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" She talked down to him, tapping her dry erase marker on his desk.

Kurt looked to the other students in the room who were all seated and staring at him.

"I'm taking notes?" Kurt said in a quiet questioning tone.

"Well, don't you think you ought to wait until the lesson begins?"

Kurt expected behavior like this from a few students and teachers that day, so this did not come as a surprise, but he complied. "Well, I organize my notes this way. It's how I learn."

Miss. Clement pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. "Well, if it were up to me, you wouldn't be learning at all… Just be glad I'm gracious enough to let you stay in this class for the rest of the semester. Don't fall behind because I don't have the time to teach you outside of class." She turned around and made her way to the front of the room to begin her lesson. As she began teaching, she would use different coloured markers to make her point. "This red marker represents the potential energy, and the green represents the kinetic energy…"

"Does blue represent negative energy?" A boy called out sending the class in a fit of giggles.

Miss. Clement gave a vindictive laugh and smiled at Kurt. "In some cases it could..." She smirked at Kurt. "Anyway, moving on…"

Kurt stared daggers at Miss. Clement. He knew making a scene like he did in the class before would not fly as well in this class and he did not want to jeopardize his graduation as well as the other Xavier student's, so he sat in silence taking the verbal abuse.

"Okay, here are some questions I want you to answer for homework and hand them in tomorrow. The rest of the class is a work period." Miss. Clement walked to her desk at the back of the classroom and as she passed Kurt's desk she snapped her fingers at him and beckoned for him to follow her, like a dog.

Kurt sighed and got up from his seat and headed to her desk. He could feel the other students watching, like small children when they are called to the principal.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked very monotonous.

"I'm not sure, can you?" She replied sarcastically.

Kurt stood there, obviously not amused as he refused to make eye contact with Miss. Clement.

"Oh have a sense of humour. God must have when he made you."

Kurt was about to blow a gasket. He jerked his head to look right at Miss. Clement. He was about to snap again. That was definitely an inappropriate insult for a teacher to make towards a student. He could feel his face getting hot and the tip of his tail began to twitch. But then something else came over him. Although the urge to chew out Miss. Clement was overpowering, he decided a different approach.

"I've been told I'm quite the clown back at the mansion. God must have given me his sense of humour."

Miss. Clement was slightly taken aback. Kurt stood there with a grin on his face.

"Excuse me?" She said after a short pause.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Kurt said in fake concern. A few students within an earshot started to let out quiet chuckles. Kurt was unsure if they were laughing with him or at him, but he didn't care.

Miss. Clement looked at the surrounding students and leaned in towards Kurt. "I don't know who you're trying to impress, but I'm not going to have some…" she curled her lips inward and whispered, "freak humiliate me in front of my class. Do I make myself clear?"

Kurt wanted to laugh. It was okay for her to scrutinize and single him out to the class, but heaven forbid he make her feel humiliated. "Alright, then what did you want me for?"

"I wanted to give you the work you missed the past couple of days, and I need a note as to why you were absent."

Kurt stared idly back at Miss. Clement as if to say are you kidding me. "What do you mean? The professor called and excused me from classes yesterday."

"That may be so, but now you're behind on your work, and I don't have time to re-teach the lesson you missed, so you'll have to figure it out on your own."

Kurt was beginning to understand what waiters and waitresses felt like when dealing with an unruly patron. Kill them with kindness he thought. He looked at Miss. Clement and that new feeling overcame him.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure I catch up. I understand that you're very, very busy."

A few other students started to giggle again as Kurt's tone dripped with sarcasm. This was turning out to be a good move for him. Kurt decided he was done talking with Miss. Clement.

"I'm going to go sit down now." He whispered. Kurt turned around and headed to his desk, noticing some more stares. He plopped down in his chair and opened his textbook to do some work. As much as Kurt hated physics, it obtained his attention long enough to forget he was sitting in a crowded classroom as his fuzzy blue self. The room was quiet except for some murmurs from the students and his tail sweeping along the tiled floor.

The murmurs came from two girls sitting diagonally from him. To a human student they were talking quietly enough that they would not have been heard, but due to Kurt's heightened hearing, he could hear their conversation as if he were a part of it.

"Do you think he's still classified as a mutant? I thought that they were just mutated on the inside not the outside."

"I'm not sure. Oh my god, you should totally ask him that! I dare you to."

"Oh my god, should I?"

"Yeah, that'd be hilarious. Did you hear him talking to Miss. Clement? She's totally P-O'd."

Kurt was in a cheeky mood. During his time up on the roof that morning he had time to evaluate his day and how he could approach this stepping stone in life. The past few days had been so melancholy for him and he was just tired of feeling sorry for himself, not to mention he felt a new sense of empowerment from standing up to Eric and Connor. If he allowed all these stupid remarks to get to him, then the ill-mannered students and teachers of the school would be winning. He grinned to himself at the ignorance of those two girls and decided he'd have a little fun.

"Hey…" He whispered to the girls.

They turned their heads and gave him a look as if he were a bug that needed to be squished. One of them answered. "What do you want?"

"I just thought I'd let you know that I'm not even exactly sure if I'm a mutant or not."

The girls exchanged skeptical glares, unsure of what to say as they realized Kurt had heard their entire conversation.

Kurt eventually assumed that they weren't going to talk so he kept going. "I mean, all the other mutants here look just like everyone else, but this is just what German mutants look like. It must be something in our water that causes mutations to be so much worse than North American mutations." He spoke to them so seriously that the two girls were both shocked and confused. Kurt gave them a nod of reassurance and then returned to his physics textbook. He could hear the girls whispering to each other again asking if the other believed what he had said. Kurt was feeling pretty impertinent. The hurt of the scrutiny he was receiving still lingered in his chest, but humour, being a quality he was known for and used to sparingly in the past few days, seemed like a good alternative than letting it get to him.

The rest of the class was relatively uneventful. Kurt was alright with that. Any level of normalcy was good enough for him. He could still feel stares and heard murmurs. That day, he embraced the mundane. Kurt glanced up at the clock and noticed there was only five minutes left of class, so he decided he'd better get a signature from Miss. Clement while there was still time, and maybe he'd have enough time to find a quiet place for lunch hour.

Kurt grabbed his things and ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook on his way to Miss. Clement's desk. As he approached the desk, Miss. Clement looked up from her work only for a second before turning back to grading papers.

"Shouldn't you be catching up on your homework?"

"Well I got a few of the questions done in class. I'll work on the rest tonight." Kurt watched Miss. Clement for a moment. She just continued to grade papers. He cleared his throat and handed the blank sheet of paper to her. "I need a signature from all my teachers to prove I went to class."

Miss. Clement waited until she finished grading the page she was on before giving Kurt any satisfaction of acknowledging him. She slapped her pen down, flipped her hair and looked up at him. "Why do you need a signature?"

Kurt took a deep breath. He had just told her why he needed a signature. "Principal Kelly wants me to get signatures from all my teachers as proof that I went to all my classes." The first bell rang and the rest of the class began to clear the room.

Miss. Clement looked at him carelessly, clearly thinking of some reason as to why she should refuse a signature. Kurt lived with enough telepaths to be able to read facial expressions pretty well. He watched as she twitched her mouth and squint her eyes before she snatched the blank page from his hand and scribbled her name in big cursive. She held out the page for Kurt to grab, not once looking back up at him.

"Thank you Miss. Clement. Have a good day." Kurt said with deliberate politeness as he turned for the door.

Any other day Kurt would have been glad that it was lunch hour. Usually he would make his way to the cafeteria and fill his bottomless stomach and get away from class for an hour, but that day was going to be different.

Kurt made his way back to Principal Kelly's office to hand in his scribbled signature from Miss. Clement. Again, much like the theme of the day, Kurt was met with stares, giggles and snide comments. He was almost getting used to it by that point. He walked into the office and was glad to see Mrs. Harris' face again.

"Miss. Clement's signature?" She chimed, looking at the page in Kurt's hand.

"Yeah…" Kurt muttered, handing the page to Mrs. Harris. "Did Principal Kelly need to see me before lunch hour or anything?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"Oh honey, I'm not sure. Let me just go and see." Mrs. Harris backed her chair up and shuffled to Principal Kelly's office door and quietly tapped on it. Kurt fidgeted while he waited for any response from Kelly's office. Mrs. Harris knocked again and Kurt took a breath when there was no answer. "He must have already left for lunch. If I were you I'd come back just before third period just in case. I can take the signature for you though." Mrs. Harris smiled.

Kurt hesitated for a minute, eyeing the signature in Mrs. Harris' hand. Her smile faded as she noticed Kurt's glance.

"Oh honey, don't worry. I'll make sure he gets it!"

Kurt nodded and headed for the hallway with unease. Somehow he felt in his heart that Principal Kelly and Miss. Clement would somehow conspire against him.

It was lunch hour. This was going to be undoubtedly the most difficult part of his day. He looked both ways before entering the sea of students in the hallway and headed to his locker.

BOO URNS! I'm an idiot hahaha when I said chapter 10 was almost done, like forever ago, it pretty much was except for spelling and grammar checks and adding a few things here and there. I was going to make it longer but then realized how much was actually in this chapter already! SINCEREST APOLOGIES! I hope you're enjoying my story! Thank you for all your support!