"Hey Hummel, why don't you do what that homo in Consort did and kill yourself. Then we don't have to be offended by you shaking your unnatural ass around in school assemblies."

Kurt took a deep breath and muttered quietly to himself.

"Just keep walking."

"Hey Hummel, are you listening to me? I said it doesn't get better, you're always going to be a freak."

"He's the freak, remember. He has a mullet, in two thousand and eleven."

"Hey, did you say something to me freak?" Kurt felt a rough push to his back and tripped over, the contents of his bag spilling all over the floor in front of him.

"HEY! You, principles office now." Kurt looked up just as Mr. Shue was bending down next to him, he grabbed a couple of pens and handed them to Kurt.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"Are you sure? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"No, I said I'm fine." Kurt said standing up with his books tucked under his arm. He felt a little ashamed at having snapped at Mr. Shue when he was only trying to help.

"I'm sorry, thank you for helping me. I just want to get to class."

"Okay." Mr. Shue said resting his hand against Kurt's back. "But we're going to talk about this after Glee, alright?"

Kurt nodded sharply already planning on missing glee so that he could get out of that conversation. He heard a strange noise and spun around. It was weird, like a growl in a human voice but there was no way that a human could have made that sound.

"Kurt, are you alright?"

"Did you just hear that?"

Mr. Shue's confused expression was a clear answer.

"Heard what?"

"Mr Shue! Mr Shue!"

Mr. Shue turned around to face the young girl running down the hallway. She looked pale and frightened. Kurt suddenly noticed the small crowd of people around the bottom of the stairs and the mumble of stunned worried voices.

"Emma.. what?"

"He just fell, I didn't see it but there's so much blood and he's not conscious."

Mr. Shue started running down the corridor, Kurt found himself slowly walking in that area. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Mr. Shue was kneeling down by the floor where Kurt saw a crumpled figure in a Letterman jacket.

"Did anybody see what happened?"

There was a general mumble and shrugs of the shoulders. Nobody had been close enogth to see.

Kurt peaked over Shue's shoulder and saw an area of wide splash of blood on the floor leading up to where it matted together in mullet shaped hair. Shue looked up at him.

"Kurt, phone an ambulance."

Kurt nodded and got his phone out.

"Emma, is it?" He asked the girl next to him as the phone rang. She nodded. "Go fetch the nurse she might be able to do something until the paramedics get here.

A voice answered the phone.

"Ambulance."Kurt answered.
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"Pizza." Burt said dropping to two boxes onto the table. "Before you argue I got the low fat cheese."

Kurt looked up at him, he had been so caught up in thinking about that day that he hadn't heard his Dad coming in.

"Hey." Burt said putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Are you alright Kid?"

Kurt took a deep breath and straightened his back.

"Yes I'm alright, there was just an accident at school today"

"An accident? But you're alright yes?"

Kurt smiled at his Dad response, it was nice to know he was loved.

"Yes I'm fine. It was a boy, in my year. I have a class with him. He fell down the stairs."

"Is he alright?"

Kurt shook his head.

"No, Mr. Shue went in the ambulance with him. He made it back for glee, apparently he's in a coma and they think it'll take days if not weeks for him to wake up."

"Jeez." Burt ran his handover the back of his head. "Is he a friend of yours?"

"No, quiet the opposite he has no trouble in showing that he doesn't like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, just he has no problem with casual homophobia. It's fine Dad, well it's not fine that people can get away with that but I mean I don't listen to them."

"Sounds like he must have fallen quite a ways down the stairs to do that kind of damage."

"They think he must have fallen backward over the banister two floors up."

"Jesus, that place is a death trap, having a banister you can fall over." Burt shook his head.

"That's the thing, it's like five foot and pretty secure. You can't really fall over it, it's like he had to jump or be pushed or something but nobody saw anything. It was like right at that moment everybody was looking in a different direction."

"Sounds suspicious to me."

"Yeah. There was so much blood Dad. I was there straight after it happened, I phoned the ambulance and helped the nurse apply pressure to a gash in his arm that was still bleeding."

Burt reached out and took his hand.

"I can see this has shaken you up Kurt but you did all you could. More than most would have, you're a good kid and if they say he's going to wake up in a few days then they must be pretty sure that he is going to wake up."

Kurt nodded.

"Hey, how about we eat this pizza before it gets cold or Finn comes in and eats it all and then we go for a drive or sit and watch project runway. You can give me the running commentary on who insulted who's design last week."

Kurt smiled and hugged his father taking in the warm familiar feeling and smell of the aftershave he had been using since Kurt had been a child.

"You're the best Dad."

"Right back at you Kurt."

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It was the trembling in his limbs that woke him up. He kept his eyes closed for a long minute trying to realize what was going on. There was a warm brush against his belly, just the inch of uncovered skin above his pants where the night shirt had risen up. His body had started reacting to the touch whilst he slept, he was half hard and shaking and breathless.

"You left the window open." A contented voice said softly.

When he opened his eyes he found black against olive skin. The naked creature was leaning over him his eyes intent on that bare patch of skin. Kurt wondered whether he should feel indignant about waking up and finding the creature so openly touching him without his permission. But he kind of suspected from the creature previous explorations that he would only touch parts of him that were exposed and not try to reach under his clothing. That was a comforting thought, he knew he set the boundaries.

"Don't believe them.

"What?" Kurt muttered trying to bring his body back into control.

"When they call you a freak, don't believe them."

Kurt wanted to ask how the creature knew about the bullies at school but for some reason it just made sense that it did.

"I don't."

The creature didn't speak again. A few minutes passed where the creature drew lazy patterns on the skin of Kurt's stomach and he gave up trying to control his body and just let himself feel the relaxed warmth spread and grow through out him. He had never felt anything like this before.

"Look at me." The creature said in a low whisper when Kurt closed his eyes. Kurt opened them again to find the creature had moved to stand at the end of the bed. His full naked form visible in the glowing moonlight streaming through the window.
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Kurt woke up with a start. That dream, how could his mind come up with such details? He had never been touched like that so how could he know what it would feel like. He had never looked to closely at another teenage boy naked for fear of getting beat up, and never seen any male excited (except himself and a a guy in a porn film he watched for three seconds before turning off feeling disgusted) so how could he come up with those sorts of detail? And what was up with the reoccurring dreams? He wasn't a frequent dreamer. He considered going to talk to Miss Pillsbury about it but something told him he shouldn't. He tried to push the questions to the back of his mind. It was a Saturday, that meant a few hours helping his Dad in the garage then a visit to In Between The Sheets and some gossip girl.