A/N This is just something to give the impression of me actually doing something mildly productive with my holiday, and not just ruining it by lounging on the couch watching reruns of Scooby Doo (because who does that...)
Disclaimer: God, I hate these. Anyway, please insert a comment on me not owning Glee, thanks.
Kurt needs Dalton. That was a fact. He wasn't sure how much more bullying he would have been able to take before he would have snapped. He could picture it in his head, and the images of him clutching a sharp knife or a bottle of anti-depressants were not ones that Kurt enjoyed seeing at night.
At the same time though, Kurt needed New Directions. He needed the chance to suggest his song choices, or to feel like he was part of the group. Even when Rachel hogged the spotlight, he had at least felt okay, because there was Mercedes there to bitch with. Kurt was pretty sure that if he started bitching to any Warbler (Blaine included), he would be met with disapproving eyes and raised eyebrows. And perhaps a trip to the school nurse for discussions on 'what his feelings meant'. The Warblers didn't bitch. They held meetings to discuss their problems. In fact, the lack of drama was surprisingly annoying.
Of course, Kurt wasn't one to give up. Especially not after Carole and his dad had spent their honeymoon money on his school fees. No, Kurt had to stick this through. So what if his Marc Jacob collection could only come out on weekends? Or that he spent a lot of his time studying or finishing off his homework, instead of catching up with his social life? Or even that his main role in the Warblers was to occasionally hop up and down, or side-step? Kurt would get through this all. If he could handle being practically molested by some sweaty, Narnia-inhabiting jock, he could handle this.
That of course didn't mean that he couldn't spend every moment possible texting 'Cedes, or creating scenarios in his head involving Wes, a boulder, and a cliff whenever Wes 'accidently' criticised Kurt's musical taste (you cannot 'accidently' call Lady Gaga's music 'boring' and Barbara Streisand 'unoriginal', for the record). Not that he hated Wes, or anything.
Just... mildly disliked him.
He was left with the dream that someday New Direction could move to Dalton, or he could still be in New Directions and attend Dalton, where he and Blaine could ride off on a magical zebra (because unicorns were so last season) and make gay babies underneath the rainbow together.
But until that became possible, Kurt would just have to grin (well, pout) and bear it, the good old fashioned way. After all, unlike what a Miss H. Montanna preached, sometimes it was impossible to have the best of both worlds.
A/N Okay.. so see the review button? It would make my day if you could press it and send me a line or two. Or one, I'm not fussy. But if not, I shall resign back to my belief that everything I write turns to crap (move over King Midas..) and therefore should be burned. Oh, and Perfect and my new Klaine fluffy drabbles should be updated/started soon! Sorry about the Klaine overload.. and the fact that they will be crap. I just said that didn't I?