Eased Pain (Klaine)

Chapter 3: Kurt

Chapter 3: Kurt

I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. I rolled out of bed and shut it off. I walked over to my mirrors. No more swelling, thank god! Just bruised, and concealer can fix that. I began my daily routine of  moisturizing, which hurt, but not as much as I feared, getting dressed, nothing to fancy because that dumpster was surely calling my name, and doing my hair, usually hair sprayed flip to the side. But today another step was added, covering my black and blue face. When I was completed you couldn't even tell there  was a blemish, much less a bruise. I ate a quick breakfast, Cocoa Pebbles, and rushed out the door. My house was so quiet when my dad was away.

When I arrive at school, I avoided being alone and managed to sneak into the school unnoticed. I got to my homeroom quietly and in record time. I walked through the door silently, but when I looked around, Karofsky was standing there. His back was tuned to me, thank god, and I rushed out of the room. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my voice caught in my throat as I shot down the halls. I only felt safe in 2 places at school, Glee Room and auditorium. The jocks stayed away from there, so that's where I felt the most protected. I ran into the Glee Room, nearly knocking over Mr. Shue in the process. Mr. Shue was the Glee director.

" Oh, sorry Mr. Shue!" I said, out of breath. He had a hunch I was being bullied, I knew that, but he never asked or ever saw anything.

" It's fine. No harm done. You okay, Kurt? Something wrong?" he questioned. Even though he figured I was getting bullied, I never told him. I never told anyone. I was still out of breath as I composed my perfect face.

" No. everything's fine. Just, uh- wanted to rehearse a little before school." I lied. I was used to lying. I'd always been one, had to be. I don't want any adults, especially my dad, to get involved. His pale blue eyes showed me that he knew I was lying. I felt my palms getting sweaty as Mr. Shue was calmly going to say something, but the bell signaling time to be in homeroom cut him off. i was so grateful for it.

" I guess I'll stay after school, then. Bye Mr. Shue!" I bolted from the room. That was close. I thought as I hurriedly took my seat in the back of the class. I was fixing to pull out my book, when something caught my eye. Wait, not something, someone. I turned around in my seat to see this new kid. Lima was a small town, we hardly ever got new students. My heart sank when I saw this boy. His head was buried in a book, but I could tell he was hot. His dark curls were gelled back, and he was short. He was probably smaller than me, and I'm a twig! He looked up from his book, and his eyes caught mine. My heart stopped. My world exploded. His eyes, oh, his eyes. They were a warm brown, a calm green, and the perfect amount of yellow. They were the sexiest hazel eyes I'd ever seen. I felt the blood rush to my face, and I tore my gaze from his. As soon as I did, I felt lonely and incomplete. What the hell was this boy doing to me? As my heart beat returned to normal, I couldn't help but pay close attention to the attendance. He was the second name called.

" Blaine Anderson?" our history teacher, Mr. Whillis called.

" Here." Blaine said, raising his hand sightly, but not looking away from his book. My name was bout mid way through.

" Kurt Hummel?" he called, looking over the class.

" Here." I said, raising my hand. I couldn't help but look back at Blaine. He looked up from his book. Our eyes met again, and he smiled. My heart melted as I turned my head back around to face Mr. Whillis, who was now droning on about something that happened during the Civil War. I could barely focus, I knew I'd pay for it later too, all I could think of was Blaine. I felt like I needed him, like I coudn't be without him. You don't even know him! I scolded myself. Without meaning to, I scribbled silly little hearts all over my notebook until the bell knocked me from my trance. I didn't even look back as I quickly gathered my belongings and practically ran from the mysterious boy.