Kurt's phone buzzed when he was walking to breakfast. He took it out of his pocket, confused; nobody ever texted him.
Unknown Number:
Guess what?
Kurt frowned.
I think you have the wrong number.
Unknown Number:
A good lawyer can to anything. Including shortening a sentence.
Kurt froze in the middle of the hall, almost dropping his phone.
Unknown Number:
I guess you figured it out. Now, will you off yourself, or do I have to do it for you?
He typed back with shaking hands.
How?
Unknown Number:
There was no proof. Just a scared little fag.
Leave me alone.
Unknown Number:
Only when there's no you for me to bother.
Kurt swallowed, turning off his phone and putting it in his pocket. He was not about to commit suicide. He had finally stopped cutting. Well, for the most part.
He'd just ignore it. He had Blaine, he had Sebastian, he'd be fine.
He hoped.
Kurt's appetite was completely gone- not that he had much of one in the first place- so he headed back to his dorm to get ready for the day. He knew he was too shaken up to focus, but he didn't want Blaine or Sebastian to worry. He'd go to class anyway.
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Broken
FanfictionKurt Hummel: He may seem fine, but he's broken. When he transfers to Dalton Academy, he has unspeakable terrors in his past- and worst of all, no friends to help him. When a certain Warbler appears to dislike him, is it really so? Or is he jealous...
