After glee club I went to football practice. You know for people who say they’re really accepting they weren’t. Even Finn of all people. They were all so awkward changing around me.

It’s like now that they knew they were uncomfortable. Well that was rude.

Okay Sam just tried to put his uniform pants on over top of his jeans.

“Why are you all being so weird?” I asked a little hurt, because I knew why.

“Dude, its weird changing in front of you.” Puck replied.

“Wow.” I laughed.

“You just make us a little uncomfortable.” Sam added.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Yesterday we stole all of Sam’s clothes and he walked out onto the field in the nude, he didn’t have a problem with people looking then.

“I can’t believe you guys of all people are saying this to me. It’s incredibly rude. Do you treat Kurt like this?” I asked completely heartbroken.

“Kurt’s not allowed in here either.” Sam spoke up.

“What do you mean not allowed? You can’t ban someone from the locker room because they’re gay.” I said a little louder than necessary because I was getting mad.

“Anderson’s gay? Figures. Spends so much time with that fag Hummel, it was bound to rub off on him.” Karofsky laughed.

Shit, the one person in the world I didn’t want to know, now does.

“This is the boy’s locker room, fairy. And we don’t want you in here sneaking peeks.” Karofsky said pushing me into a row of lockers.

He shoved me again and it hurt like a bitch. The lock had just slammed into my back, and I just know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. How did Kurt deal with this on a daily basis? Two shoves and I’m about to lose it.

“So why don’t you just get out of here fag.” Karofsky said pushing me yet again.

“Karofsky, just leave him alone.” Finn said tiredly.

Sure, now try and defend me.

“Whatever.” Karofsky grunted and walked away.

“Thanks for having my back.” I said sarcastically grabbing my things and storming off to the field.

“No problem!” He responded happily as I stormed away.

I couldn’t help but laugh, he really thought he was defending me. After all the hurt their words had caused Karofsky’s shoves meant nothing. I considered them friends. Ha! Some friends. Who kicks someone out of the locker room? Oh well like I’d want to be in there with them anyway.

Jerks.

After a brutal football practice, where I was tackled more times than necessary by Karofsky, I walked home.

I got back to our neighborhood and saw Kurt and Finn yelling at each other in the driveway.

“What do you mean you guys told him he wasn’t welcome in the locker room?” Kurt yelled.

“I mean we told him how changing in front of him was awkward.” Finn sighed.

“Finn! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Why would you do that?” Kurt yelled.

“Because he’s, well you know” Finn started.

“Gay? Yeah he’s gay! Big deal! He’s still a great player and he was one of your friends, how could you do this to him? Do you know how hurt that must make him feel?” Kurt yelled defensively.

“I don’t know! Then Karofsky called him a fag and pushed him but I told Karofsky not to push him. I think we’re okay.” Finn explained.

“Great now Karofsky knows!” Kurt yelled. “You may not realize this but saying those things to him is bullying, I thought you were better than Karofsky.” Kurt sighed. “Ugghh you stress me out, I’m going for a run.” Kurt said annoyed.

“Hey Blaine” Kurt smiled at me as I stood in front of my house watching the spectacle that had just unfolded. I smiled and he continued to run down the street. I watched him until I could no longer see him and then I turned back to Finn.

Finn gave me a sad smile and I just walked into my house.

Not dealing with that tonight.

I ate dinner with my family and told them all the details of how I came out to the glee club and how Kurt sang to me. But I left out the locker room incident. I didn’t want to talk about it.

After dinner I help my mom with dishes and made my way up to my room.

I really just wanted some time alone to think.

 Yeah, what the guys said really upset me. I mean I guess I can see where they’re coming from, but then again not really. I hate homophobes. I really do.

I thought they were nice guys, but honestly who says that? Like really? Really?

I was pacing around my bedroom ranting to myself when I heard a light tap on my window.

Tap.

Tap.

And another.

I looked out and saw Kurt standing outside with a rock in his hand.

I opened the window and looked down at him. “Whatcha doing?” I asked.

“I wanted to talk.” He smiled.

Oh my God, Kurt was too perfect. Sure texting me to come outside, or even picking up the phone and calling would have done the job, but this was just adorable.

“So can you come outside?” He asked.

“Sure, be right down.” I smiled.

I walked out front and joined him where he was sitting on the sidewalk.

“Hi” He smiled as I sat down.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” I asked tentatively.

“I’m sorry about what Finn and the guys said. And sorry you had to watch that fight earlier. They’re sweet guys, really, but there just a little dumb. And well they can say things that really hurt, and not even notice that what they’re saying is offensive. Finn tried his best to justify what they were saying, but either way it still sounds really awful. So I’m sorry for them.” Kurt said sadly.

“Kurt, its fine.” I sighed. “I don’t really care; I expected being treated differently, just not by them. I thought they were accepting people, guess not.” I frowned.

“They are, or at least they try to be. If it makes you feel any better I’m not wanted in the boy’s locker room either.” Kurt sighed.

“We should go in there and just despite them like make out or something to rub our gay in their face.” I joked.

“Yeah, no. We’d be like murdered.” Kurt laughed.

“You’re just embarrassed to be with me.” I teased.

“Yup, super embarrassed.” Kurt laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

He looked up at me and smiled and then proceeded to kiss me this time his lips lingering on my and his tongue running along my bottom lip asking permission for entrance. Of course I granted it entrance and we kissed passionately our tongues dancing in each others’ mouths.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer as I tangled my hands in his hair.

Surprisingly enough we stayed like that for the rest of the night, lying on the sidewalk kissing until the early hours of the mourning.

To be honest I could have stayed there for the rest of my life.

I love him, I really do.

And you know what; I don’t even care about facing homophobes at school.

I have Kurt, and that’s all I care about.