Fears to Yourself - Prologue
Aug. 5th, 2012 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunmontueRating: PG17
Word count: ~400 words
Warnings: Unwanted attention of a sexual nature.
Summary: Written for this prompt. AU from the start of Season 2. Sebastian Smythe is a new transfer student to the halls of McKinley. Kurt feels assaulted from all sides and has to make a deal with an unlikely ally in order to survive his year at school. Will be eventual romance.
A new year.
New beginnings.
He breathes in the smell of the weird citrus scented cleaner that the janitor uses and wrinkles his nose. Okay. So maybe he didn’t miss school that much. The hallway is busy, students streaming in and out of classes, pieces of paper clutched in their hands with new locker combinations, class schedules. It’s a mixture of chaos, partially organized and there’s so many new faces. It feels good to be one higher up on the food chain and he has high hopes for his Junior year.
He jumps when he feels a hand grasp his ass cheek and he turns so fast, trying to see who just had the audacity to touch him. No one is looking at him, no more than the usual glances he receives anyway. He swallows convulsively, wondering if it was just a mistake, an accidental brush, whether he’s just being paranoid. That’s it. He’s being paranoid. He let’s out a short huff of breath and spies Mercedes across the hall and up a bit, struggling with her locker combination and an armful of books. He perks up, closes his locker and heads over to her just in time to be slammed against the wall of lockers. Ow ow ow. Sharp stinging pain as a combination lock jabs him in a shoulder blade and he sees the letterman-clad backs disappear down the hallway in echoes of laughter.
He sucks in a deep breath and rolls his eyes. He’d hoped, naively, that people would be more mature in Junior year. Apparently not. He feels slightly disheartened by the fact, because school hasn’t even started and he may have already been inappropriately groped and then slammed into a locker. Wonderful start to the year. He takes Mercedes books from her with a smile, deliberately distracting himself from the now throbbing pain in his shoulder. She thanks him gratefully and they head off to homeroom, and he’s glad ‘H’ and ‘J’ fall together so closely in the alphabet.
He’s already studied his class schedule, feels confident about his classes this year, wants this year to be better than the last. It has to be. Things can only improve. He has friends in the Glee Club now, he didn’t get tossed into a dumpster this morning, and well…it has to be better. It’s like a mantra he repeats in his head. He has Glee, and that got him through last year, and he knows it’ll help him get through this year as well if everything turns to custard.
CHAPTER ONE - AUDITION
