“That hobbit really thinks he’s tough, doesn’t he?” Ronnie muttered.
“He does.” Sheila confirmed.

“What do you guys say we teach him the order of things here?” Mackenzie grinned.

“Do we have to? Why bother?” Santana asked with a bored expression on her face.

“I’m with San on this one, why d’you all care so much?” Quinn agreed.

“Is he a dolphin too?” asked Brittany from beside her.

“Everyone just shut the fuck up before I punch each and every one of your little faces so hard I’ll break your noses.” Kurt hissed, massaging his temples, trying to keep his temper under control.

The gang was sitting in the school cafeteria, looking at the new student. And that fucker already had people fearing him. Just like that. How was that even possible?

Kurt himself had had to work for like, forever before people stopped shoving into lockers, jelling faggot after him in the corridors, and so on. He had to work for people to understand that you didn’t fuck with him without paying for it.

But that new guy, apparently he just had to show up.

But he was a fucking hobbit! His hair was so curly and he was so freaking tiny it wasn’t even funny.

Kurt hated him already. Because he was just plain annoying. He acted like he owned the fucking place, at least in Kurt’s eyes. And it wasn’t cool.

“Let’s just get out of here.” Kurt said in a low voice and stood up, feeling how he lost the control over himself more and more for each second.

“Why? I’m not done eating.” Ronnie protested.

“Then take the food with you. I’m not staying here.”

“Why?” she asked again and Kurt sighed in frustration. Sometimes he wondered why he was even a part of that group.

“Because I don’t wanna risk goin’ to prison for murder.” Kurt responded, jaws clenching with anger as he looked at Frodo.

Kurt refused to call him Blaine. It wasn’t appropriate for him, didn’t suit him. It did things to a part of his mind that he really didn’t like. It reminded him of things he hoped that he’d forgotten; things that would break him if he let himself remember.

  “Kurt, what’s with you today?” asked a voice.

“Nothing. I’m just done with that new guy.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Ronnie. Stop asking questions about every damn thing all the time. I’ll literally punch you if you don’t stop.”

“Why is it so annoying today all of a sudden? What’s –” her mouth was then covered by a small hand and Quinn gave her a poisonous look.

“Don’t.” she warned and when the girl made a move to ask ‘why’ again, Quinn gave her one of her bitch looks, which was as affective as always.

Kurt, thankful that the questions finally stopped, let his hands relax after having had them curled into fists for quite a while and tried desperately to control his breathing.

As they walked down the High school corridor, side by side, affectively covering the width of the path, people pressed themselves up against their lockers, trying not to get in the way of the seven seniors. Kurt loved it every time he saw one of his former bullies pressed up against their own lockers as well, looking at the ground. He’d never get tired of that specific sight.

People stayed out of their way. People respected them. People feared them.

It was the way he wanted things. It was the way things were going to stay.

 “Oh my god, I really can’t get rid of you, can I?”  

“You're the one always finding me, not the other way around.”

“You're in my school; I can go wherever I want. But you, however, seem a little lost.”

The short male chuckled quietly, looking at the ground.

“Look. I’m not looking for trouble, honestly. I’m just like you guys, all I want is to live my life without people interfering, without people bitching.” he gave Kurt a quick look. “So I’ll leave you alone if you leave me alone, deal?”

Kurt looked at Frodo, one of his eyebrows slightly higher on his forehead that the other.

“Really? Wow, I didn’t think you were that much of a coward.” Kurt scoffed.

“Not a coward, just more mature than you.”

“Now that would never happen.”

“Sure it won’t.” Blai –Frodo smiled sweetly, turned around and walked away.

He fucking walked away from them.

“He’s got some guts, I give him that.” Mackenzie stated and Kurt wanted to hit something so bad he had to put his hands into his pockets.

This was bad.

His temper was getting even more out of hand than usual and the switch that the other boy had made… it fucked with his head, and he hated it.

How did you go from starting to beat someone up for no apparent reason to ‘not wanting any trouble’ within a day? He –no.

Whatever.

Who cared?

He defiantly didn’t.

Kurt shook his head when he felt the slight change somewhere in there. There was just no way he’d something like this happen now. There was no way. He was stronger than that, he tried to tell himself. But –

His mind blanked. Everything went black and then he saw the smoke and the flames and the chaos. The memories threatened to explode inside his brain and he grabbed his head, trying to force them away.

This wasn’t good. Why was this happening now? Why?

“Kurt, why’re you so pale?” Ronnie’s voice made him open his eyes, letting out a breath he’d apparently held in.

“Are you turning into a zombie?” asked Brittany, her head tilted slightly. “Isn’t it too early for that?”

And there was Quinn by his side, discretely placing an arm across his lower back.

“Kurt. What’s – is it… that again?” she whispered in his ear for only him to hear.

But the slender boy wasn’t able to form words. He was still busy trying to keep everything inside of him in some sort of order. So he just let out a little groan and nodded.

“What’s going on?” Kurt could hear someone ask but he couldn’t make out who it was. Everything was a blur, his body feeling like it was going to explode. The memories attacked him time and time again and Kurt felt so fucking weak when he couldn’t stop them entirely.

Some part of his mind managed to catch Quinn informing the Skanks something in the lines of ‘I’m taking him home’ and he wanted to protest.

He didn’t want to go home. There was no reason for him to go home.

He was fine.

“You’re not fine Kurt.”

Had he said that out loud?

“Listen. I don’t really know what’s going on inside you right now, but I know what happened last time you behaved like this. So I’m taking you home and you’re going to talk to me. Don’t object. We’re going home.”

So Kurt gave in.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Why was he still there, even? There was nothing for him to do there. He didn’t deserve to live. Why was he still there?

He didn’t want to be.

His world was spinning. There was someone missing. He could feel it. Why was he alone? He shouldn’t be alone right now. The fire was so bright and so warm and it burnt his eyes. The air was thick with the poisonous smoke and he coughed after every attempted breath.

Everything was so wrong.

  Kurt shook his head violently and almost screamed out loud, the pain in his body almost too much. He barely noticed Quinn sitting beside him on the floor, trying her best to calm him down.

Why? Why, why, why?

Why was this happening now? Was it because of that name? Because he’d lost control? Or just because he’d become too weak again?

He had no idea. All he knew was that he didn’t want to stay in his own body anymore. He’d do anything. Anything to get rid of the pain, to be able to escape his mind.

“Quinn…Please…” he breathed. Everything hurt and he didn’t want it to anymore.

“You need to tell me what’s going on, honey, you need to tell me what’s happening.”

And if that had been a normal situation, Kurt would’ve become extremely uncomfortable by his friend’s use of words, but this wasn’t normal, he didn’t have the energy to even notice.

“I… don’t want to. I don’t want to.” was all that came out of his mouth again and again.

“It’s too much. I’m too weak. Make it stop… Make it fucking stop, Quinn!” he groaned between gritted teeth, pulling at his hair.

But it wouldn’t stop. It just got more and more intense for every second and Kurt was do done.

“I don’t know how. You need to tell me what’s going on.” Quinn desperately tried keeping her voice calm but it got harder and harder for every second.

Because seeing Kurt this out of control had only happened one time before with Quinn there, and she remembered so well what had happened.

“Make it go away.” the boy kept begging and Quinn felt how the situation started get out of hand.

This wasn’t Kurt. Not the Kurt she knew. The Kurt she knew didn’t beg. He didn’t give in to his pain. And he didn’t cry.

But the Kurt she saw in front of her did exactly that. And she hated it. It scared her, to be honest.

“I’m not leaving.” she told him sternly when he told her to. “Not this time.”

Last time she had left him. And it had ended in one of the worst ways possible.

For a second she saw the ambulance, and so she somehow managed to calm herself down.

Because Kurt needed her, and he wasn’t in the state to deny it now, so she was going to do everything she could to stop what was about to happen.

She forced Kurt to stand up and dragged him to the sink. She didn’t really know what she was going to do, but she’d heard that cold water helped in situations like this.

So she grabbed the only towel they owned and held it under the water tap, letting the cold water soak it. Then she filled up one of the few classes they had in their possession and gave it to Kurt, telling him it was important to drink it.

“I don’ wan’ it.” Quinn stopped and looked at Kurt. He’d just sounded exactly like and eight year old. Things were getting freaky and Quinn didn’t like it.

“Kurt –“

“I said I don’t fucking want it!” there was Kurt again. Or, something that seemed more like Kurt. Because he was still pretty fucked up.

When she tried to make him drink the water anyway, it was taken from her the glass was thrown across the room and it hit the wall, shattering into a million pieces.

“Okay that’s enough.” Quinn decided, placing the forgotten towel on the little sink.

“You need to get yourself together and you need to tell me what the fuck is going on, ‘cause I don’t like this.”

But Kurt wouldn’t tell her. He just kept shaking his head, kept begging for it to go away. But he wouldn’t talk to her. So she lifted him up from the ‘kitchen’ floor and dragged him back to his mattress, carefully placing him down on it, and sat down beside him.

“’m tired.” and there was that childish tone in his voice again. “I wanna sleep.”

“Then sleep.” Quinn told him. “But don’t get any funny ideas.”

Kurt lay down, and Quinn actually dared to place herself right next to him, still not wanting to leave him for one second.

Soon Kurt was sound asleep but she herself refused to give into her own sudden tiredness.

Because what if he woke up and she was still asleep? Quinn didn’t even want to think about what could happen if so.

When Kurt woke up the room was starting to get dark.

Why had he been sleeping?

He blinked his eyes and his head hurt every time he did.

Then his heart stopped. There was someone lying on his bed.

Lying so close to him he could feel whoever it was’ breathing against his neck. He was on his feet within a second and he wrinkled his eyebrows when he saw a sleeping Quinn lying there.

What?

“Quinn?” he asked hesitantly. “What the fuck?”

The girl blinked her eyes.

“Shit. I fell asleep.”

“Obviously? And in my bed?”

“Oh, um, I –didn’t want to leave you.” she mumbled.

“Leave me? Why? …What even?” Kurt was so confused.

“You were –you don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

Quinn sat up, rubbing the sleep put of her eyes.

“Wow… okay. You don’t remember me driving you home? Or any of that?”

“No…? Or, yes, or no… or I don’t know.” Kurt’s mind was spinning. “What the fuck, Quinn, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” his friend responded matter-of-factly. “I was sort of hoping you’d tell me when you woke up, ‘cause you wouldn’t talk before.”

He didn’t like this. What the fuck was going on? Why couldn’t he remember?

Or well, he did sort of remember, but it was all a blurry and messy and his head felt all weird if he tried to focus on anything that apparently had happened to him only hours ago.

“You were breaking down and sort of like… I don’t really know, but something was going on in your mind.”

“…Right.” he scratched his head. “I guess I remember that.”

“And you –“ she stopped herself.
“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Tell me, Quinn.”

“You talked about your parents.” the girl bit her lip. “And you were crying and stuff when we came back here.”

Kurt’s face fell.

“You’re making that up.” he hissed.

“Why would I be making that up?”

“I –don’t know! But there’s –“

“I promise I won’t tell anyone what you said. And I won’t tell anyone what happened.”

“Swear it. Because if you do I don’t know what I might do to you.”

Quinn smiled. “You have my permission to kill me if I do.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“You didn’t kill him.”

“Yes I did.” Kurt muttered bitterly and walked out of their so called home.