"Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity! And you can't bring me down!" 13 year old Kurt sang out in his room. 

Kurt loved to sing. A lot. And with recently discovering Wicked, well he sang out all the songs as much as he could. But he could only sing when his father was not home. He did not like when Kurt sung. He would say that Broadway songs are for fags. Kurt did not know what that word meant. But he did know that some kids at school would call him that sometimes, and that the word did not sound very nice. 

Kurt belated out the last few notes of the song and smiled at himself for being able to hit them. Kurt then heard a car door shut. Yup, father was home.  

He let out a sigh and took out his wicked soundtrack that a very loud girl from school let him borrow.  

"Kurt are you in there?" His father knocked on the door. 

"Yes" 

The door opened and stood a man with a suit on and black hair with glasses on. 

"Kurt I got a call from your school today." 

Kurt's heart pounded in his chest. He was getting good grades right? He never talked back to teachers, or annoyed other students. 

"Your teacher said that you are being bullied. Is that true Kurt?" 

Kurt just shrugged. He really did not want his father to know about that. He did not want his father to think that he was incapable.  

"Kurt, answer me" 

"Well, maybe, kind of I guess." Kurt muttered. 

"Hm. What do they do to you?" His father asked calmly, but with a clenched jaw. Was he going to help Kurt, make school life better? 

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"Well, the call me names...like girl, fairy, um and ah f-fag. I try not to do anything that would make them call me that, I r-really try. I also get pushed around, t-thrown into dumpster..." Kurt was trembling a bit now. His dad was really not supposed to know about this. 

"No Kurt, you go around doing things that will make people do those things to you. You brought this on your self, Kurt. I want you to stop." 

"S-stop what..?" Kurt asked with nerves going through him. 

"Stop doing girly ass things. Stop being a fag. I tried to get you to join football, soccer, anything that would stop this!" His father spoke getting angrier.  

"Stop what f-father?" 

"BEING GAY KURT" His father yelled. Kurt fliched back. Oh, why was he so scary when he yelled. 

"I-Im sorry? But father I don’t really even know if I am....and what would be wrong with it any way" Kurt asked the last part with a whisper. 

"Being gay is a Sin Kurt! You will go to hell! Everyone will hate you, you will get beat up, because you picked to be gay, Kurt!" 

"I don't e-even know I-If I am.."  

Oh but he did know. Kurt knew he was gay. He was looking at boys thinking that they were cute and not girls. He knew, but he was just scared to say it. 

"Well Kurt know this, if you are, you are not a son to me" That was the last thing is Father said to his scarred little 13 year old son before he left.  

Kurt sat down on his bed, letting the tears fall from his eyes. Kurt was proud of himself that he held it together that long. But now he could cry, and cry. 

Through the broken sob he keep letting out the words "I'm sorry"