sebastiansmythe-inlima:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

sebastiansmythe-inlima:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

sebastiansmythe-inlima:

Really. 

THERE IS NOTHING. 

I don’t know if you’re into musicals, but The Sound of Music is playing at the Musical Theatre Community Center tomorrow. It’s five dollars and the money goes to The Cancer Research Fund.

Was that an invitation or a suggestion… ? 

I’m going too, if you want to carpool. :)

Why not? My driver is driving though. 

You have a driver? O.O

blaaaaaaaaaaine:

Today is not a good day.

:( Why not?

killerkarofsky:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

Kurt glared at Karofsky from the floor. The football player had just pushed him into his locker again. He was getting sick of this. One minute Dave was keeping his secret and the next he was throwing him into dumpsters. What was going through this boy’s head? Kurt decided to find out. 

He got up and raced through the hall after Karofsky. “Hey! Get back here, Karofsky!” he yelled and followed him into the locker room, fuming. Who did he think he was? Did he think that just because he was a football player, he could push Kurt around? Well, Kurt was cheerleader and by that logic, he could do what he damn pleased. 

“What the hell is your problem!?” he walked over to Dave and stood in front of him, his arms crossed, one hip jutted slightly out to the side. “You can’t treat me like this, I’m sick of it! You got a problem with me? Spit it out!”

Dave’s entire spine stiffened as he heard the locker room door slam behind him and a voice that could only belong to Kurt Hummel rise up in anger. He kept his head facing forward, afraid of what he would see if he turned around to look at the boy. “Actually, I can Hummel. Do you know what people are saying?” He swallowed harshly around the lump in his throat because of course Kurt knew what they were saying. Azimio never let him forget it and by extension, Dave didn’t either.

“I can’t be connected to shit like that. People talk Kurt. And if I keep up with the whole… Being nice to you shit, then people will talk about me too.” People already were talking about him. Enough that it had gotten back to his mom and she had proposed an emergency intervention. Or exorcism as she called it. “I haven’t told anyone what you told me but I can’t keep acting like there’s nothing going on. There’s a social stigma.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. If you didn’t want to pick on me you could stand up to those assholes. You’re a big, strong guy. If anyone messed with you, you’d…” he looked down, “you’d do what you’re doing to me.” Suddenly the feeling of being utterly alone crept up on Kurt and he sat down. No one cared enough to stand up for him, and usually it didn’t bother him, but Kurt had felt more and more like it was always going to be this way. He was always going to be the only gay kid in Ohio, and he was more likely to get killed than out of the town. It all felt so hopeless when he was alone in it all.

"I really need someone to stand up for me, Dave," he sighed and looked up at the football player. "Do you know how many times I’ve been thrown in that dumpster in the past few weeks? Fifty. Every morning, during lunch, and after school. No one cares, Dave. Nobody." Kurt felt tears coming on, but held them back. He was not going to cry in front of this boy. “You’re the only one that knows. I trusted you and… I don’t know… I thought maybe you could help me… I thought you might stand up.”

He couldn’t hold back the sniffle that came from his nose and turned away a little from Dave. ”Look, I understand you care a lot about your image, but… could you lay off a little?” he asked, his face turned towards the floor. 

Kurt glared at Karofsky from the floor. The football player had just pushed him into his locker again. He was getting sick of this. One minute Dave was keeping his secret and the next he was throwing him into dumpsters. What was going through this boy’s head? Kurt decided to find out. 

He got up and raced through the hall after Karofsky. “Hey! Get back here, Karofsky!” he yelled and followed him into the locker room, fuming. Who did he think he was? Did he think that just because he was a football player, he could push Kurt around? Well, Kurt was cheerleader and by that logic, he could do what he damn pleased. 

"What the hell is your problem!?" he walked over to Dave and stood in front of him, his arms crossed, one hip jutted slightly out to the side. "You can’t treat me like this, I’m sick of it! You got a problem with me? Spit it out!"

What the hell is your problem!?

What the hell is your problem!?

sebastiansmythe-inlima:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

sebastiansmythe-inlima:

Really. 

THERE IS NOTHING. 

I don’t know if you’re into musicals, but The Sound of Music is playing at the Musical Theatre Community Center tomorrow. It’s five dollars and the money goes to The Cancer Research Fund.

Was that an invitation or a suggestion… ? 

I’m going too, if you want to carpool. :)

sebastiansmythe-inlima:

Really. 

THERE IS NOTHING. 

I don’t know if you’re into musicals, but The Sound of Music is playing at the Musical Theatre Community Center tomorrow. It’s five dollars and the money goes to The Cancer Research Fund.

sam—not-trouty—evans:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

Cool! We should hang out after next week’s game. Where did you move from?

Yeah, that’d be great! I’m from Tennessee.

Sounds like a plan. :)

Wow! Long trip! Why the move? If you don’t mind me asking.

sam—not-trouty—evans:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

Not much. Just surfing the internet. You’re a football player, right? I’m a Cheerio. I think I’ve seen you on the field, or am I wrong?

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Yeah, I am! I just moved here, so I’ve only played one game. I think I’ve seen you, too!

Cool! We should hang out after next week’s game. Where did you move from?

sam—not-trouty—evans:

kurtisdefyinggravity:

Hey, Sam! Yeah, I’m Kurt. Nice to meet you!

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Nice to meet you, too! So what’s up?

Not much. Just surfing the internet. You’re a football player, right? I’m a Cheerio. I think I’ve seen you on the field, or am I wrong?

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