Today was the day.
The doors of McKinley High slam open to let out the noise of the high school arena. Teenagers lean against the faded red lockers; they flirt, they tease, they talk. As he walks past the students coming back from lunch, he can't help but think scathingly that his shoes, even the exquisitely crafted patent leather ones he currently dons, are more superior. He clutches one hand around his carefully chosen shoulder bag.
The other wraps around a cup. Simply white and steaming, unnoticed in the halls as it is common enough. On the front lay a green circle that peeks out from behind a heat sleeve. He had just enough time toward the end of his lunch period to rush to the nearest Starbucks and back again to stage his attempt of revenge.
'At least I can be thankful for open-campuses.'
Although it's hardly October and not at all time for hot drinks in the afternoon, this young man holds in his hand a Latte, milk scalding hot, Sylvester style. Decked out in a smothered smirk and a watchful eye, these in place instead of his wry and disgusted glare, he turn the corner leading to his locker.
There he is!
He almost speeds up toward the jock in his unattractively flamboyant letterman jacket. He catches himself before he succumbs to the desire to grin as the giant boy notices him. The giant walks toward him, going the opposite way he is. When the jock gets closer, he can see him lift the plastic cup he holds. He does the same and walks forward, almost like he means to meet the bully in the middle.
A splash sounds, then a screech as one boy charges into the nearest bathroom.
Surprisingly, Kurt Hummel stands in the hallway unscathed and without the need for a change of wardrobe. He lets his grin take control of his face and nearly prances away from the spill. When he locks eyes with the shocked gazes of the students surrounding the area, his body fills with self-satisfaction. The empty coffee cup lands in the garbage can.
Today was his day.