Mr. Schuester never really like Kurt. In his mind, he was too feminine, it was like he was asking to be bullied. Atleast with Blaine he looked straight and could play it well enough to fool everyone else and most importantly, he didn't flaunt it in everyone's face unlike Kurt. It seemed like the only time he did have a problem with Blaine was when he was with Kurt. Weather they were sitting close to eachother or holding hands or ever just plain talking, Mr. Schue always felt bile crawling up his throat. It wasn't that he didn't like gays, it was just that he didn't like Kurt, that was one of the reasons Kurt never got a solo and when he did, Schuester felt his anger bubbling up inside but never said or did anything.

Until now...

Today was one of the worst day's in Mr. Schue's life.

It started with his alarm clock going on and off every three hours, then the coffee machine broke and spilled the contents all over his favorite tie, so he had to change which made him be late for class because he got stuck in traffic. Then when he was walking into the Spanish room, the class was in total and complete mayhem.

Paper balls were flying from one side to the other, students were jumping on top of the desks and drawing on the chalkboard.

"Hey! Sit down and get ready!" Mr. Schue barked at the students.

They all obeyed immediately. Mr. Schue sighed and got ready to teach.

Through out the rest of the day he seemed to cool of a bit but when it was time for Glee that's where all hell broke free. 

He walked in the choir room and looked at his students.

Rachel and Finn were talking, - well, Rachel was talking while Finn was nodding and agreeing to everything she was saying, not really listing, Tina and Mercedes were gossiping about the new fall line of fashion or something about fashion anyway, Santana and Brittany were sitting with their hands in eachother's lap, the rest of the guys (apart from Kurt) were talking about football while Kurt was sitting in the back row, away from everyone else. Not talking or anything.

Mr. Schue looked at him closely and then cleared his throat.

"Okay guys, Sectional's are coming up and we need a setlist. Any suggestions?" 

Blaine shyly raised his hand.

"Blaine?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Well, I think we should showcase more of the teams voices, give other's the chance to shine 'cause, no offence Rachel but your solo's are getting kinda boring."

Rachel seemed shocked and started aruging against Blaine's statement but got interupted by Mr. Schue.

"That's great, Blaine. Did you have anyone in mind who you think deserves it?"

Blaine looked pleased while Rachel looked like she was about to cry.

"I was thinking about Kurt and Mercedes." Blaine offered and looked at Kurt who looked genuinely surprised but happy nonetheless while the other's murmered in agreement.

"And why do you think those two deserve it more than the rest, Blaine?" Mr. Schue said sharply.

"Their voice work perfectly together, Mercedes with her big, strong, empowering voice and Kurt with his soft, angelic voice." Blaine explained, unfazed by the teachers tone.

"Mr. Schue, if I may?" Kurt inquired.

Mr. Schue ignored him and went to sit down. Kurt took that as a 'yes' and went to the front of the room.

"Okay, well, I have prepared a little number that I think we could use at Sectionals." Kurt nodded at the band members and Mr. Schue felt the anger rising.

Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh reckless abandon,
Like no one's watching you

"Oh great, once again he's ruining another song with his pathetic cover." Mr. Schue thought.

A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh
A moment, a love
A dream, a laugh

"Alright that's it!" Mr. Schue snapped and Kurt and the band memebers went silent.

"Wha -" Kurt said.

"I've had it up to here, " Mr. Schue held his hand up to the top of his head, ", with your fucked up, pathetic, girly voice! It's sounds like a cats is being run over by a fucking lawn mower! I mean seriously, have you even hit puberty yet or are you secretly a girl?! Do you even have a dick?!"

"I -" Kurt was already in tears by this point.

"- Oh again with the fucking waterworks! Be a fucking man! You dress like a women and sound like one too! You even look like one!" Mr. Schue shouted.

The room was in complete silence apart from the occasional sobbing from Kurt and the girls.

"Get out." Mr. Schue said lowly.

"W-What?" Kurt sobbed.

"Get the fuck out!" He roared then shoved Kurt over. Kurt fell backwards and everyone gasped.

"Now!" Mr. Schue kicked Kurt in the face and pushed him once again.

Kurt got up and sprinted out of the room.

He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. He didn't care that all his stuff had been left behind, he didn't care when he felt blood drip from he forehead and he didn't care when he ran full on into another body.

Kurt re-bounded of the othr person and landed back on the floor.

"Porcelain! What do you think your doing?" Sue asked.

Kurt just sobbed in response.

"Kurt?" She knelt down and akwardly wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"What's wrong? Do you need me to call you - what the hell happened to your head?" She turned Kurt's head around so that his face was pointing towards her. She examined the cut with her fingers but as soon as she touched him however, he shrunk backwards, out of her arms and curled into a little ball.

Sue wrapped her arms around him once again. Kurt sobbed into her shoulder and clutched her like a lifeline. She didn't even care that he was ruining her tracksuit with tears and held him closer. Even though Sue would never, ever admit it out loud, she always had a soft spot for Kurt.

"Kurt? Kurt?!" Mercedes called out.

"Kurt!" She ran over to the two and gave Kurt his bag.

"Kurt, we all quit Glee Club. After what he did, god... sweetie you gotta press chrages." She cried. Kurt and Sue could see the tear stains down her face as she talked.

"What happened?" Sue demanded.

"Kurt!" Santana and Brittany raced over to the trio. Brittany was trying while Santana looked pissed. Brittany latched herself to Kurt's back while Santana took his hand.

"Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on here!" Sue felt Kurt flinch in her arms and instantly apologized.

"Mr. Schue kicked Kurt out of Glee." Santana answered.

"He also said really mean thing to Kurt which wern't even true." Brittany supplied.

"And he-he ki-kicked Kurt i-in the face, oh my baby." Mercedes cried once again.

Sue felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Kurt!" Burt Hummel came flying over and pulled his son out of Sue's arms and into his.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, "Burt chanted while he rocked his son gently.

The entire Glee Club were all in tears or atleast close to that and huddling close together.

Blaine was on his knee's, sobbing and apologizing in between sobs.

The truth is always a punch in the face or a kick in the groin or anything painful really but even through all the heartache, it's always going to get better, over time and through time, we become older, wiser and smarter.