He slams into the cold, hard surface of the red lockers. Kurt winces as the metal handle digs into his spine. That will definitely hurt in the morning... He shakes his head, shouting something in the direction the football player went. Taking a deep breath, the boy continues on his way down the hall.

     As he walks into his French classroom, he perks up a bit. It's one of his favorite and easiest classes. Uh, he may also enjoy the fact that he can insult the neanderthals who bully him every day. (Most of them hardly know a word of French, while Kurt is pretty much fluent.)

     The brown-haired boy sits in his usual seat (even though they don't really have assigned seats), head down. Kurt doesn't feel safe--not quite yet; he always waited until he would switch from English to French--only then would he dare to make eye contact.

     "Alright, class," Mrs. Monisette says as the bell rings, "Why don't you turn to the person next to you and practice having a conversation in French?"

     Feeling a little more confident, Kurt turns to the person next to him: a tall girl with long, silky black hair, blue eyes, and a very pale complexion; she is very skinny, kind of weak-looking and reminds him of a willow tree in the wind. She's wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt, which looks sort of cool with the different shades of grey varying, even to charcoal; the girl also has on black skinny jeans, a pair of grey-ish purple rectangular-framed glasses, and a long, silver cross necklace around her neck. On her feet she has black boots that go up to her shins which Kurt would normally scoff at, but the outfit seems to fit her perfectly. He notices she has this strange beauty about her, like something so fragile, so broken--almost vintage, though she doesn't look old. Kurt finds himself coming back to the analogy of a willow. He has no idea where he's going with this, so he decides to start a conversation.

     Ignoring her question about types of music he enjoys, Kurt begins to speak. Since the boy teaches himself outside of the classes, he's rather advanced in the language. This means he can spill his deepest, darkest secrets, throw insults, let his anger and pain out, etc. without having to worry about getting bullied more because of it. Of course there's always the possibility of the teacher catching him, should he choose to insult someone, but he always changes the subject quickly if she's walking by.

     Kurt starts to pour his heart out to this near-stranger. She appears to be trying to listen but not understanding. He feels a little bad but decides to just brush it off.

     After French, he has lunch. He contemplates on either going to sit by his glee club or to just sit by himself yet again. He decides on the latter. As Kurt makes his way to the lunch area, before he can grab a tray, he notices a lot of people are staring at him, giggling, whispering, or giving him disapproving, disgusted, dirty looks. No matter how much or how often he endures the bullying, it still stings. He knows he should be used to it by now, but it hurts.

     When he finally has his food, the boy sits down at the empty table, sitting in the far corner and begins to eat. After he's finished, keeping his head down, Kurt puts his tray away. When he returns the table, he takes his satchel and quickly walks to his next class, even though there's still quite a bit of time left. He starts to read to pass the time.

***

     After school, the bell finally having signaling the end of the day, Kurt begins his walk to glee club, looking around; he has to make sure he doesn't run into the wrong person, or that would mean trouble for him. When he finally reaches the door, he sighs in relief. Kurt knows this is really getting to him now but is too tired of everything to care. So what if people notice? It's not like they'll care any more than they do now.

     Mr. Schuester begins talking about doing another competition--girls against boys--and Kurt starts to worry. He gets along with the girls far easier than with the guys; he even considers himself an honorary girl, just because he feels more relaxed when with Rachel and Mercedes. Eyes darting frantically around the room, Kurt starts to panic. Taking a deep breath, he starts walking toward the girls, praying to a god who would never hear that Mr. Schue would let him be with the girls, but he has no such luck. In fact, the teacher doesn't even have to turn around to know what Kurt is planning, saying, "Kurt...boys' team, now...Don't make me say it again."