Kurt listens carefully to Dave's explanation, taking in every word, and yet somehow it feels like he's trying to push together pieces that don't quite manage to fit. His hands remain politely on his mug, but his fingers start to press against the surface with greater force, as though that might help anchor him through the confusion. He's pretty sure that most of the bullies at McKinley didn't bully Kurt because they thought of him as better, smarter, or enviable in any way— he's pretty sure that they saw him as wrong, as easy pickings.
Maybe he scared them, but only in the way that Kurt honestly wishes he wouldn't scare anyone— the kind that lodges itself in one's stomach and turns nausea over fresh. He scares people sometimes, but only because they think him unnatural.
With a slight inhale, Kurt glances up, tilting his head. "You're telling me... that the bullying, all of the name-calling and the threats, they were because you liked me?" he asks incredulously.
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Kurt listens carefully to Dave's explanation, taking in every word, and yet somehow it feels like he's trying to push together pieces that don't quite manage to fit. His hands remain politely on his mug, but his fingers start to press against the surface with greater force, as though that might help anchor him through the confusion. He's pretty sure that most of the bullies at McKinley didn't bully Kurt because they thought of him as better, smarter, or enviable in any way— he's pretty sure that they saw him as wrong, as easy pickings.
Maybe he scared them, but only in the way that Kurt honestly wishes he wouldn't scare anyone— the kind that lodges itself in one's stomach and turns nausea over fresh. He scares people sometimes, but only because they think him unnatural.
With a slight inhale, Kurt glances up, tilting his head. "You're telling me... that the bullying, all of the name-calling and the threats, they were because you liked me?" he asks incredulously.