When I found out Kurt was coming to Dalton, I was over the moon. Beyond ecstatic. I could finally spend more time with the boy who’d taken every dapper thought in my head and turned it into a wildly inappropriate sex-riot.
But the reasons behind Kurt’s transfer are just too horrible for words. He’d been driven out of McKinley by this bully, Karofsky, who had not only shoved Kurt into lockers, tormented him and made him feel unsafe, but had attacked Kurt in the locker rooms in a forced kiss. Karofsky’s closet homosexuality explains some of his behaviour, but it certainly doesn’t explain his horrific methods of releasing his anger. I don’t really care if that idiot has been having trouble with his sexuality. You don’t threaten someone’s life. You don’t make their life miserable to the point where they don’t feel safe in any aspect of their school life. You just don’t do it.
Kurt had put his faith in me. He shared this deeply unnerving part of his world and I felt like I had to help him. It hurt me beyond measure to see him in that much emotional pain. I wanted Kurt to have courage more than anything. I wanted him to know that just because someone doesn’t like who you are, it doesn’t make you any less important in the grand scheme of things.
Kurt needed Courage.
I tried showing him that all he needed was courage, but with Karofsky getting worse, I don’t blame Kurt at all for nearing a breakdown.
Coming to Dalton would be a positive experience for Kurt. Sure, it was an all-boys school so he’d have plenty of guys to look at – a plus for any gay guy here – but our zero-tolerance, no-bullying policy would give Kurt the protection he needed.
I know Dalton’s not the real world. I know there are people out there that don’t like people like us because we’re gay. But you shouldn’t have to deal with it every day on an ongoing basis. And it shouldn’t get to the point where death threats are made.
When Kurt actually came to Dalton, I did the best I could to make him feel welcome. I wanted him to see that at Dalton, he was important. In the Warblers, he’d be an asset to the team. In school, he’d be one of the best students on record. And even if he wasn’t going to board like most of us do, he’d be welcome anytime in the common rooms and in our dorms. He’d be welcome to sit on our sofas, eat our food (within reason) and watch our TVs. I did all I could to show him this. And I think he actually began to believe it, within his first few days at Dalton.