Chapter 2: Change

After I arrived at Dalton I run directly to my dorm room silently thanking the so called god for not having a roommate, because right now I seriously need the room to myself with no one disturbing me. As I try to get to my dorm room I hear shouting from Nick and Jeff's room.

"........get what his problem is!"

"Blaine calm down! Nothing good will come out of shouting!"

"I can't believe how Kurt is acting. I thought because he was my best friend he would support me not judge me!"

"Blaine, Jeff is right stop your shouting and think for a second. Try to see it from Kurt perspective."

"The thing is Nick I can't without coming off selfish and a hypocrite."

I didn't hear the rest because I ran to my dorm room with tears warning to spill again. I can't believe Blaine just called me selfish and a hypocrite, after all I did for him and given up.

As entered my dorm I let my tears run freely until I am sobbing. I go to my bed and lay down grabbing my pillow and pulling it my chest soaking my pillow along the way. After what feels hours I stop crying and minimized it to sniffing and sit up and start thinking to myself 'Kurt get a hold of yourself! Again you're crying for something useless, something someone else thinks of you. That someone else being the boy you love. You said you're going to change well let's get a move on'.

I get up and go to my wardrobe and start checking the personal contents inside, studying them. I look at all the designer clothing with rage! ' All this clothing is mostly for others peoples pleasure and yea sure mine but that will change. This clothing won't go at all with my new persona; it actually ruins the whole idea of it, time for some early spring cleaning'.

Of course still in rage I grab the clothes and throw them all over the room creating a disaster but I didn't care, no this Kurt Hummel doesn't care if his room's a mess. In fact, making his room messy kind of gives him a sense of relief. It's his first step of his change and.....wait a minute? What change is he going through?

He wants people to stop pushing him around right? So what can he do to change that fact? I start thinking of people who people didn't even dare bat a lash at, I start thinking of...Puck! Of course Puck is a badass no one would ever thinking of messing with Puck and got respected for it. If I wanted that respect I would have to become tough, mean, someone people fear of. Yes that's the solution becoming someone so opposite of me. Because think of it would Kurt Hummel ever beat a person up? No because he was only the scared little frail gay boy from Ohio who never turned to violence. Would Kurt Hummel ever get drunk? No because he didn't want embarrass himself in awkward situations.

Taking myself away from my thoughts I stand and go to the mirror to look at myself. What I see angers me. I am dressed in my Dalton uniform and have red rimmed eyes with huge bags underneath but what upsets me the most is that look of innocence I have. A look which people think that I am weak and can't handle anything, well that's it! I am not weak and I soon will show my sinful and impure side.

I go and change out of my uniform and put on black skinny jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt, and my Alexander McQueen black patent leather combat boots. I look pretty good but am missing something, something to top it all off. I think for a second and then I had it.

I go to my closet and reach out for a black box in the back of the closet. I then walk over to my bed and open the box, inside the box was an Armani leather jacket folded up. I brought online once because I thought it was nice but realized it was not my style. So I kept it hidden in the back of my closet until now, now is the perfect time to wear such a beauty.

I put it on and look at myself once more and yes my new look was complete but I still looked like an innocent child playing dress up. I sigh in frustration and start pacing around my room thinking and thinking of what else I need to do to remove that look of innocence I withhold. I go to my bathroom and look at my face I then realized it has to be my hair.

I always kept my hair in a perfect coif, not a stand of hair out of place. I did it to look perfect but now it's showing my weak side, a side to please people. I then do something I never thought I was going do in my lifetime, I ran my fingers through my hair and god did it feel good.

I start messing up my hair giving it a messy bad boy look which looks sexy at the same time it leaves me with a feeling I barley felt, a feeling of accomplishment.

I walk into my new messy room and again I see my clothes with disgust. Turns out Santana is right, my clothes are really gay and colorful. I thought for old time stakes I will go on a shopping trip to get new clothes for my new appearance.

As I left my dorm room with a determine look in my face I walk into Jeff, I was stuck in my world for a while I guess and didn't see where I was going. "Ouch, sorry ma—Kurt?!"

"The one and only now watch where you're going!" If I am going to be badass might as well be meaner.

Jeff face was blank and speechless, good. "Oh um where are you going curfew is in a few hours"

I smirk and look at him with a cold face "I am going out and having some fun. By the way like the new look?" I only asked to see his reaction because the old Kurt Hummel would rather be caught dead then wear so much leather and black.

"It looks nice I guess and non-Kurt like" Jeff spoke with an unsure voice.

"Non-Kurt like? Hmm that's great! Well got to go don't the others not to wait up!" I walk away with a smirk on my face because yes I am changing and change is good.

As I walked away I didn't get the chance to see the confused look on Jeff face and hear him say to himself "Something is not right I got to talk to the Warblers".