Kurt sighed as he stumbled through the halls of his middle school. His head was held high, and his expression strong while on the inside, he would describe himself as jell-o.

Yes, that's right. 12 year old Kurt Humel was afraid. He was afraid of the bullies, and the names, and getting shoved into lockers. But what he was most afraid of right now was the fist that held the back of his jacket and pulled him along clumsily. He still somehow managed to look confident despite the uncomfortable position he was in, almost literally being dragged by the stupid jock in the red blaizer.

After a few short minutes of walking, stumbling for Kurt, he was thrown into the nearest wall and laughed at by the passing jocks as the offender upended his book bag, sending all of his homework, personal supplies, and text books scattering across the floor. The jock laughed and shoved his head until it slammed into the wall and then walked off.

Kurt slowly bent down to pick up his things, stuffing them back in the bag and pacing off towards his next class in a rush, hoping no one else would stop him on the way.