Five guys of the football team was surrounding Kurt, trapping him against one of the lockers.

He was pushed against the cold metal of the lockers. He closed his eyes, trying to avoid any sign of fear he felt. He had been through this before, but always was terribly frightening and distressing.

"P-please..." Kurt stammered, to nobody in particular. It wouldn't do any of the them change their minds, but it was all he could say.

He winced when the guy with mohican laughed even louder, and Karosfksy clenched his fists.

David looked beneath the shoulders to the trash. Another belly laugh. Oh.

"What you-" He tried to ask, in a murmur, his voice was quavering and higher than he intended.

Before he could get a answer, the blond and Puck carried him awkwardly. He tried to struggle a bit, but it was stupid - he wasn't so strong as them.

And then a loud noise. The lockers seemed to tremble a little behind them, and then all he heard were quick steps. Someone seemed to be running away and that was strange because the only one who really needed escape was him.

"Damn!" Puck cried upon hearing the noise, and the other four guys ran with him towards the main gate.

Kurt buried his head on the pillow, resting it on his knees,  trying to stifle his desesperates sobs. Tears streamed down his face as he raised his head again, and leaned back against the wall behind him, hugging the pillow even stronger. The silence of his room only made his grief greater. Once more, he was alone. Alone to face it all again.

He wiped another tear with the edge of the sheet. No. They won't win again. He lay down, wrapping the sheet around the body and closed his eyes. Gradually, the sobs were settling down, until the room was silent altogether. He opened his eyes serene, and a little red with crying, but still not enough to overshadow the brilliant blue. Just like Kurt Hummel - nothing would overshadow him. No matter what he needed to take. He remembered the positive thinking that he had in this morning and was able to show a little smile to himself. Kurt Hummel always can shine.

"Good morning." Kurt said, entering the kitchen, and sitting in front of his father, who took a sip of coffee.

"Morning. You went to sleep early yesterday." He said. "How was school?"

Kurt hesitated a moment, then smiled. He don't need to worry his father.

"Great."

Burt smiled back at his son, before getting up.

"Great." He repeated, smiling "I really want you to be well, having gone through ... everything."

"Thanks, Dad." Kurt stood up quickly. "I have to go."

"But you don't even ate breakfast in the morning!" Burt protested.

"I already ate. I woke up early today." He justified, walking to the door. "See you later, dad.

The hallway was completely empty, which made him wonder if he was late. Probably. He sighed heavily looking at the door of the classroom.

"Blaine Anderson." A voice said behind him.

Kurt stepped back, almost by extinct. But the boy don't seemed want to strike him. He was just smiling while waiting for an answer.

"Kurt." He finally said.

Alright. There was nobody around, and obviously was that what Blaine wanted.

He smiled again, but moved away quickly when Kurt opened the door.

"Blaine!" Puck shouted across the room. Blaine ran to him and said something that provoked laughter in the group around them.

Kurt watched in silence. But it took only five seconds until him  walk to his chair - because he knowed, what straight guy wants to be seen in his presence in that school? Especially if the guy is on the football team. He rolled his eyes, because he didn't need any of this. He didn't need fake friends. Or anything else that comes from this kind of people.