Circle of Life 2.0 (a Glee fanfiction)

Circle of Life (2.0)

THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF THIS STORY IS ONLY ON FANFICTION.NET!!!! 

So, I decided to rewrite this story, as I’ve recently reviewed and thought about it and I realised that the main part of this was quite quick, flat and I skimmed over a lot of plot, summarising it in only a few sentences. I was a bit hesitant to really go into depth again with this, but I’ve decided to try and do it. 

WARNING - Graphic Self Harm and Attempted Suicide!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any recognised content. 

Thusly…

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The auditorium was dark, with a few lights illuminating the stage where they sat. The Glee Club of McKinley High sat in a circle, all facing their director, Mr Schuester. Physically, Kurt sat in the relatively small circle, but mentally, he was worlds away. The news of Dave’s attempt had impacted on him far more than anyone seemed to think. It also made him reminiscent on his own experiences with dark, desolate places in his life, the times where the pit seemed endless and he wasn’t bothered to climb on his own. 

He brought himself back to the present as he locked eyes with Noah across the floor. Kurt seemed to be one of the few who’d been accepted to call him by his first name. The dark orbs that sought his knew what had happened, had been there, start to finish, and they softened now, asking if he needed to escape, be comforted or just be understood. Kurt blinked back at him, letting himself be open to one of the few who grasped how destructed he was feeling. 

Really, it had started as High School did. What started the catalyst hadn’t been the slushies, the dumpster throws, or being locked in toilet cubicles. It was the stares, the whispers, the awareness that he was different. It had seemed that everyone knew that he was gay before he really did. It was his voice, the way he dressed, the people he was actually friends, the few he had. Friends had been especially hard to come by. Some days, he’d asked himself if it was worth it, to keep going to a school where practically everyone hated you, or was at least disgusted by who you were, even if they didn’t know you. Really. 

Then, Mr Schuester, his spanish teacher, started a ‘Glee Club’. Sure, he’d heard of the concept, a group who sang and danced together, who performed together. Before that, there was only the group of overzealous music loners, himself included. He’d been creeped out by the instructor and it had almost put him off of music. So, he was righteously apprehensive about how well this club was going to turn out. At first, it really was a group of misfits and weird kids. But as it grew, Kurt surprisingly met new people, some who he’d thought would never glance, let alone become friends with, the likes of him. There were some firecrackers, like Santana and Tina, and some divas, like Rachel and Mercedes. And then there were some people who grew on him, like Puck and Brittany. 

Puck became a protector of the underdogs, even if it were for publicity or a girl. Finn tried, he really did, but he didn’t grasp how to work the population. 

Junior year brought many changes. The name David Karofsky became feared to Kurt. Sure, he knew that the bully would never do any serious issues, that he was just using unconventional and dangerous means to understand himself, but he let himself fear, because it took his mind off the chaos of Glee Club, the intricate relationship that was building between his dad and Carole Hudson. 

Then, one outwardly normal Thursday, he received the first of many heartbreaking announcements. It had been in the middle of a Glee Club rehearsal, one where nothing special was happening and people were just chatting or playing around. Kurt had been waiting in trepidation since lunch, when he’d received a text from his cousin Hunter, a simple ‘Love you K.‘ He’d tried calling and texting him back but none of the messages had gone through or been answered.