This is AU so there's a lot of things that won't match up. Also, please, be aware that personalities are going to be changed up do to psychological issues so if someone seems out of character, that's why.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or the characters of Glee! Nor do I own "Sing For the Moment" by Eminem!

Sing For The Moment

Prologue

The Program

Kurt Hummel has always been different. Whether it was his voice, his hair, his slightly more feminene features, his spot on fashion sense, his harsh tongue and sharp wit, he has always stuck out. So it was no shock when he finally came out as gay. The school he belonged to merely doubled the bullying he'd already been put through. By the end of the first month, there wasn't a single hurtful name he hadn't heard. It was just part of his daily life. The brusies became a permanent fixture of art on his pale skin. Makeup became his friend. He easily hid the bags from sleepless nights with a bit of concealer. His clothes hid the rest.

At the age of nine he lost his mother to cancer. From then on it had been merely himself and his father. At least, until last year...

As of last year (five months to be exact, they'd met her in July of the previous year), Kurt's father had been in a relationship with a woman by the name of Cassandra James. The term "woman" applied to her loosely in Kurt's mind because she was barely even worthy of the title "human".

Cassandra was a woman of beauty. Her bone structure was the desired model's, her body slim and curvy. She had a beautiful face framed by curly strawberry blond locks. Her blue eyes sparkled in a hidden joke that only she knew of. Every one that met her liked her. Every but Kurt.

Kurt knew better. This woman was a lioness lying in wait to strike the fatal blow to her prey.

Hot breath on his neck... hands... groping, searching, tugging... a tongue gliding over warm skin chilled by fear and revulsion...the tearing of clothing... engulfing heat... broken cries and strangled pleas... moans, groaning... begging... shame...

The teen paused in his task and shook his head, bleached blond bangs waving across his glaz vision briefly. Taking a moment, he reached a black nailed hand up and examined the blond bangs. It was funny really... he used to take pride in his hair. It used to be a beautiful chesnut color that glowed healthily. He used to look professional, model worthy like his mother had been. Now he bleached his hair, cut it short, spiked it up in a fouxhawk. His right brow was pierced twice, his tongue once. Spider bites glittered on his lower lip. Black eyeliner traced his lower eyelids, smudged slightly form the tears that had fallen earlier. His let out a soft snort and continued down the deserted street, hiking his backpack higher onto his shoulder. What would his mother think if she could see what he'd become within the last four months?

He didn't want to know...

Slipping through a familiar alleyway, Kurt made his way onto the school grounds and jumped the fence. In the distance, he could hear the cheers of celebration for the new year. He was beginning to hate the marks of time.

"Come on Kurtie... your father won't be home for another few hours... let's play..."

Revulsion swept over him and he paused to grip his stomach and grimace. He felt sick.

"You've been a bad boy, Kurtsie... a very bad boy... I should punish you..."

He dry heaved, the strap of his bag slipping lower on his arm and to the grass below with a soft thump.

"You really are a big boy, aren't you~?"

The teen gagged and doubled over, the contents of his stomach spilling out and onto the gravel below.

"You feel so goo~d!"

Coughing, he gagged a few more times before the heaving stopped. He spit a few times, trying to clean his mouth of anything left over before he straightened up once more. Staggering slightly, he stepped away from the sick and grabbed his bag. He was almost there, just a few more steps and he'd be there...

Clearing his mind as best he could, he shook his head and swallowed harshly as he started walking again. The main doors to the building finally loomed over him and he slowly ascended the steps. Shifting a bit, he set the bag down and scanned his canvas and smirked.

"Perfect... 2012... here I come..." he purred, leaning down and opening the bag to reveal cans of spray paint.

He made the first spray count as much as he did with every other spray. Not a single drop of paint was wasted. Slowly, his act of vandalism started to take shape. He was making the last few touches when the sound of sirens reached his ears.

His head snapped up and he paled. The first cruiser parked out side the gates and the officer climbed out. Dropping his can of paint, Kurt bolted. If he got caught he was a dead man. The only fault in his plan was his escape. The only possible way of escape was over the fence, making him loose ten seconds. That ten seconds turned out to be vital as he was grabbed and restrained.

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The picture was slid across the table, coming to stop in front of the teen. Sitting back in his seat, Kurt played idly with one of his lip piercings. The police officer just lifted a brow and settled a gaze on the other. "...Mind telling me what you see here?"

Kurt sighed and shifted, making a show of looking it over. "... two giraffs hummping a hippo?" He asked, leaning back in his seat once more.

"I won't tolerate any of your lip, kid."

Sighing, Kurt squinted a bit as he took a second to find the officer's name on his uniform. "Officer O'Connor, if I may? Technically you shouldn't be talking to me without a guardian present anyway... so why bother?" he asked, offering up something close to his old "bitch-look".

The officer frowned at him. "We've already contacted your father and he's given us the go ahead to begin with the basic questions..."

Kurt cringed at this, muttering a soft "shit" under his breath. The one night his dad had had a chance to get a real night's sleep and instead he was coming to get Kurt... again.

A knock sounded at the door and the officer opened the door to let in a very tired looking Burt Hummel. Upon his father's gaze landing on him, Kurt sunk deeper into his chair. He knew that look. Complete and utter disappointment.

"Hello Officer... would you mind explaining just why I'm here... again?" Burt asked, casting another look in his son's direction.

"Mr. Hummel-"

"Call me Burt. I'm certainly coming here enough within the last few months..." Burt stated, his gaze landing on his ever shrinking son.

"Burt... your son was arrested on school grounds after being caught in the act of vandalising the school front." O'Connor shifted briefly, his greying hair catching the light just enough to look silver, and grabbed the photo to hand to the other man. "This is his handy work..."

The photo was a clear shot of Kurt's "artwork". To the left of the frame was a surprisingly detailed image of two men. It was clear they were kissing, the image looking harmless enough with a short caption underneath with classic graffitti bubble letters spelling out "I kissed a boy and I liked". To the right the lettering scrawled out a quote. "Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. ~Harvey Fierstein". In all honesty, there were people that would consider this a work of art. But in Lima Ohio, the chances of that were slim to none.

Burt sighed and removed his hat and ran a hand over his head. "Kurt..." he muttered in exasperation. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Not my fault the people here are too single minded to give two shits..." Kurt muttered.

"Kurt!"

"Young man, this isn't a joke. This is a serious offence. This school is government property." O'Connor stated, his frown deepening.

"Of course, it's such a serious offence because of the content. If it was a simple 'Principle Figgins sucks ass' you'd be giving the kid a slap on the wrist and sending him home." Kurt snapped back. "You know what? You can take your homophobic thoughts and shove them up your ass along with your daddy's cock! Shit... George Vidal was right. Trust a nitwit society like this to think that there are only two categories – fag and straight."

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" Burt snapped, silencing his son instantly. He sighed and looked to the officer. "I'll leave my contact information and pay bail..."

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Rain pelted the windshield of Kurt's navigator as he sat in the parking lot of the same school he'd just defaced. He could already feel the dread beginning to seep into his body as he thought about his punishment. He was being forced to clean up his graffitti after school as well as attend a local counseling group for troubled teens. He shifted his grip on the steeringwheel, his knuckles whitening as he gripped harder. He really wasn't looking forwad to this. Monday morning and already he was trying to avoid the looks he knew he was about to get.

Sighing, he sucked it up and grabbed his graffittied messenger bag and climbed out of the Navigator. It was surprisingly warm out for winter, the sun managing to warm him through the black that layerd his body. Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, he started up through the gates and to the main doors. He still needed to check in with the office.

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Rolling his sleeves up higher, Kurt dunked his scrubbing brush into the warm soapy water once more. It was still raining, unusual for the time of year considering it should have been snow, but so far the entire winter had been like this. He muttered in annoyance under his breath and started scrubbing once more. Classes were in full swing and so far he didn't have to worry about running into anyone he wanted to avoid. Of course his luck just couldn't last too long.

It was around lunch period when he heard the voice of his main tormentor.

"What's this, lady face? Dirtying your hands with commoner's work?" Karofsky sneered, stepping over with his toady, Azimio, following close behind.

Closing his eyes for a second, Kurt shifted and turned to look at the other. "What could you possibly want now, Karofsky? I don't have time for your neanderthal man handling today..."

Karofsky paused before his gaze narrowed. "You think you're so funny don't you?"

"Not really. I just don't feel like wasting any energy on your ugly mug today seeing as I still have half a school wall to restore." Kurt shrugged, turning back to his work. He'd later look back on this moment as one of the many that were far from his smartest.

Hands suddenly grabbed him as he was yanked to his feet with a gasp. Karosfky smirked and grabbed his bucket of soapy, paint laden water and upturned it over Kurt's head. The shorter teen gave a startled yelp as he was hoisted up by the two much stronger teens and carelessly tossed into a dumpster, the lid slamming shut with an echoing laugh.

"See ya round, Faggot!"

Kurt just cringed. He wasn't sure how long he laid there. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most before he finally shifted and sat up. He could feel bruises beginning to form where his body had slammed against the metal sides of the dumpster. The cold began to seep through his wet clothing, causing him to shiver as he reached up to open the lid.

"I'm beginning to hate that bastard..." he muttered to himself, trying to lift the lid from his angle. He pushed his weight against it only to feel a second of no give before it was suddenly gone. With a squeak, he managed to catch himself on his hands against the side of the dumpster wall.

Rain water began to fall inside, pelting Kurt as he looked up only to freeze as he found a pair of honey gold hazel eye staring baack down at him. He blinked a few times, shifting uneasily as a hand was extended to him.

"You alright?" the other boy asked, his voice slightly rougher like he'd been yelling recently.

Hesitating a second, Kurt took the hand and let himself be pulled up before he slid out of the dumpster and back into the full out rain.

Taking a closer look at his saviour, Kurt could honestly say he was attractive. Black curls fell into his eyes, dripping with rainwater. He appeared to have a slightly exotic look to his facial structure and eyes. Those eyes... they were enough to draw Kurt in. Forcing his gaze away from those motel pools of gold, Kurt took in the fading and yellowing bruises around the other's eye and jaw line. The teen was slightly shorter than Kurt, meaning he'd had to have used to the edge of the dumpster to even reach in and help Kurt out.

"Yeah..." Kurt finally answered after a moment. He cleared his throat, cringing at the way his voice had cracked earlier. "Yeah... I'm fine... thanks..."

"No problem..."

It was silent a moment, Kurt glancing around to see if anyone else was around. "So... what's your-" he stopped as he looked back to the other boy, or at least where he'd been just a second before. He blinked and looked around once more, spotting the teen as he slipped inside the building doors.

"...Well that was weird..."

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The day after that was uneventful for Kurt. He kept cleaning up the graffitti until a woman from the office came to get him. By then his hands were pruned and his clothing was finally starting to dry. He hadn't bothered to go get changed. It wasn't like he'd have the chance. He could barely take a break to piss without the staff breathing down his neck.

So how he found himself in the school choir room was a question that could easily be answered. That answer, was at the front of the room, tapping a whiteboard marking against the back of a piano. William Scheuster, the curly headed- too much gel- overly happy- everyone's a winner but I still play favorites- Spanish teacher was his group counselor. The only thing Kurt could even begin to think about was another pathetic attempt to get closer to the school counselor Ms. Pillsbury.

The door opened and in stepped Noah Puckerman, known to the school as Puck. The mowhawked teen was one of the jocks of the school, running it due to his badass reputation and by a running record of girls laid that was still growing and had yet to be beaten.

Puck smirked when he spotted Kurt, making his way over to the other and sitting in the chair behind him. "Sup, Hummel?" he asked, his cocky attitude just grating on the blond's nerves further. "You know... I've been meaning to ask. What's with the bleached hair and grunge look? Seems kinda like a complete 180 if you know what I mean."

"Noah..." Kurt finally spoke up, turning to glare at the other teen. "Don't take this personally, but shut the hell up..."

Puck just blinked before snorting and leaning back in his chair. "Whatever..."

Kurt turned his gaze back to the others that slowly filed into the room. To be honest, he wasn't all that surprised to see Puck nor Santan Lopez. The two that did surprise him slightly were Finn Hudson, the local quarter back, and Rachel Berry, the goody-goody that she was. After all, Santana had a record as long as Puck's. The other two didn't.

Will finally lifted his gaze and hummed. "We're waiting on one more and then we can get started." he stated, acting as if those around him actually gave a fuck about what he was saying. Kurt just rolled his eyes and waited.

Five minutes passed before the door opened and in stepped the teen from before. Kurt blinked, his eyes widening a fraction as he recognized the curly headed teen that had helped him from the dumpster earlier. The teen scanned the room before his gaze locked on Kurt's, those honey colored eyes drawing him in.

"Ah... Mr. Anderson, take a seat and we'll get started..."

It's a slow start, I know. There will be point of view changes and each character will be focused on individually. I don't plan on the romance being the main focus of this so I'm sorry if that's disappointing, but there will be Klaine! So have no fear! Just when is still up in the air.

Thank you for reading!