Nobody Loves Me Like You Do

Chapter 3: Goodbye to the Past, Hello to the Future

"Kurt? Kurt?" A voice calls. "Kurt! Are you ok? Please wake up."

My eyes flutter open and I see Finn, Sam, Mike, Artie, and Puck standing over me. Everything comes back to me. Karofsky, the kiss, feeling empty, feeling tired, just wishing I didn't exist.

"Dude, what the hell happened? Who do we need to beat up?" Puck growls.

I shake my head, "It's fine. I'm fine. I was just, umm, I dropped my phone and I must have hit my head or something. Really it's not that big of a deal guys..."

Finn looks at me with a skeptical look, "Kurt. What happ-"

"Finn, I'm fine. I think I'm just gonna go home. I'll tell the office that I hit my head really bad and I feel dizzy," I cut him off.

"Alright, but I'm going to drive you back," Finn agrees.

They help me up from off the floor I smile at them weakly. I pick up my bag from beside me tucking my phone in the front pocket. Finn and I walk to the office and the others go to their classes. We walk the halls in silence, I can tell that my brother doesn't believe my story of hitting my head. It's easier if he doesn't know the truth though. We get to the office and Finn explains what happened, they give him a pass for when he comes back. I push open the door and welcome the numbing cold of the fall season. We get to my car and get in. As soon as I close the door Finn turns to me.

"Tell me the truth."

"What do you mean?" I ask trying to play dumb.

He gives me a look, "I know that you didn't hit your head."

I give up, "Dad will want to know why I'm home early so I'll just explain it when we get there so I don't have to explain it twice."

After about five minutes Finn pulls into the driveway of our house. I open my door and grab my bag making sure to keep it close to me. Right now clinging to something is the only thing keeping me from breaking down. I open the door to the house and make my way to the living room. My father looks at me in surprise.

"Kurt? Are you ok? Why aren't you at school?" Burt questions me.

Finn nods at me in encouragement and takes a seat next to his step-father, "Me and some of the guys found him in the locker room passed out."

"It wasn't that bad," I assure my dad. "There, there was just some guy that has been harassing me. I tried to stand up for myself but, I just couldn't. As soon as I said anything he shoved me into the lockers and left. I guess the impact made me, umm, pass out."

"There is more isn't there?" Dad asks.

"He threatened to kill me."

Finn stands up, "Who was it? It was Karofsky wasn't it? I am going to beat his ass!"

I block Finn from leaving, well sort of. I just grab his arm really, "Don't. He isn't worth it."

"We are going to go back to school and talk to Principal Figgins about this," Burt concludes. "Now."

I sigh knowing that there is no getting out of this. We all go back to school and straight into Principal Figgins's office. Everything is a blur, my dad yelling, me sitting in the corner, Finn kicking a chair and going back to class, more yelling, then something caught my attention. Dave and his father come into the office, I sit up a bit straighter and try to ignore Karofsky's cold gaze on me. I try my best to avoid eye contact and focus on the conversation going on.

"I never said that!" Dave exclaims, glaring at me.

"Why would Mr. Kurt Hummel lie about something as serious as this?" Figgins asks.

David shrugs, "I don't know maybe he has some weird crush on me?"

I scoff making a disgusted face at him. Dave just winks at me subtly.

My dad raises his voice, "Look I understand that you might not be able to do anything without proof."

"Dad, if I may? I don't feel safe here anymore. There is this school that a friend of mine goes to with a zero-tolerance policy for bullying. The tuition is a bit steep, but it's better than being here at this point," I plead.

Dad looks at me suspiciously, "I'll talk to Carol about it. Thank you for your time Principle Figgins, Mr. Karofsky."

We leave the office and get back into the car driving home in silence. I feel a bit relieved but still super nervous. I think about calling Blaine as soon as I get back. He would know what to do, or how to deal with it. I turn to look at Dad, his face is expressionless. I know how hard this is for him. It's much harder than it is for me. I experience homophobia almost every day, he rarely ever has to deal with it. I feel like I'm the one in trouble, even though I'm not. I glance back over to my Father and see him fighting back tears.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

I take a deep breath, "Are you ok?"

He chuckles, "I really should be asking you that."

"You didn't answer the question."

"I just can't believe that you have to go through all of this ignorance all the time!" he exclaims. "I should have been able to see that something was wrong, your change in moods, hiding in your room, getting mysterious texts. I should have been there for you." Dad stops the car in the driveway and looks at me, "You know you can tell me anything right?"

I nod even though it's not true. It's easier to hide things, talking about it makes it true. Plus with his condition, there is no way I can tell him all of the other things that people have done to me.

"Yeah. I know, thank you," I say.