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That afternoon, Kurt was mildly freaking out. He had to tell his dad.

When the door opened, announcing his father's arrival, Kurt took a deep breath. "Dad? Can I talk to you?"

Burt walked into the kitchen, where Kurt was. "Yeah, what's up?"

"So... our Cheerios uniforms are going to be short-sleeved. I didn't exactly like that idea, so I quit. The coach said she's sending you an email tomorrow about her suspicions that I guess I've kinda confirmed..." Kurt sighed. "I guess I'll explain where I don't have to use words."

He took his sleeves and rolled them up, squeezing his eyes shut. He heard his father gasp. "Kurt... Why?"

Kurt rolled his sleeves back down. "There's these people that are making my life a living hell. I can't go outside without being insulted by them. There's also jocks at school that have made it their mission to make my life a living hell. I scraped myself on the rake, and I felt happy, the echos of their insults had stopped. So I did this. I was happy, that's the day you came home and Finn asked you if there was something different with me. I continued to do it after that."

Burt decided that Kurt was transferring schools, so he would be in a safer atmosphere.

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