Kurt let out a weary sigh as he looked in the mirror for something that didn't disapoint him. 

"Ugh... no wonder why you get picked on. You're nothing but a loser. An idiotic, weak, pathetic, faggy loser."

Ever since the fifth garde Kurt's self esteem began to plumit. He would get bullied. Every. Single. Day. And let's face it. People saying 'hey, faggot! Just go kill yourself, nobody likes you' every chance they get, it  stings a little. He would tru to tell the teachers but they never doid anything about the situation. Just hallow threats to the principles office. I mean, if a well-minded adult authority figure wouldn't do anything in the situation. was it really that bad?

No. Kurt could take it. He was tough on the outside. Whenever someone called him a name it would appear as if it didn't even phase him. 

The inside was  a different story. 

He broke his gaze from the mirror and closed his eyes. He bagan to softly whisper the insults that hurt him the most. 

"Faggot....Loser....Idiot....Kill yourself...Say hi to your mom for me....Pathetic."

Tears began to prickle into his eyes. It wasn't soon 'till he was balling. 

*RIIIIIINNNGGG*

"Ugh... great. Only third period." Kurt mumbled to himself while making himself look somewhat presentable. He gathered his belongings, exited the boys room. and headed to third period english. 

With Karofsky.