A/N: hi guys!
Here's another little one(-possibly-more)-shot for you to read while I try to get around to finishing the next chapter of AC. I'm a bit nervous about this one, so please let me know what you think! (because there might be a new little 'verse here and I quite enjoy it)
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" A mocking voice called loudly down the hallway; making several people turn their heads to either look at the source of the voice or the object of its calling. Kurt's ears slowly lowered, as if preparing for an attack. And in a way, he was. Loud and inelegant footsteps could be heard stomping from one end of the hall and right up to where Kurt was holding his locker open. It was slammed right out of his hand a second later and he recognized the slightly greasy smell of more than one of the football players. He took a deep breath and turned around slowly.
"Boys," he greeted with as much dignity as he could. He could feel their disgusting eyes roaming up and down his body, but kept himself as composed as possible. The only sign that he was uncomfortable, was the low swishing of his tail over the dirty ground.
"They still let you walk around without a leash?" One of the bigger boys asked with a grin; earning laughs from his pack of friends.
"Yes, just like they let you walk around without a grownup, Jason," was Kurt's retort. He had words enough to keep them away, but if they got closer or even the slightest bit physical, he was doomed. His cat instincts took over completely and he would never live down the day he'd crawled onto the roof and couldn't come down again. They still taunted him about it from time to time. And it had been in freshman year.
A look of anger flashed across Jason's face, and Kurt knew he should've just kept his mouth shut. He should just keep his mouth shut, yet he always seemed to spit out some kind of insult. He had to. Because if he didn't have the strength of his words, what strength did he have?
"Are you talking back at me, you stupid cunt?" Kurt flinched at the word; not because he hadn't heard it before (it was one of their favorites), but because it still sounded so terrible in his ears. "Because that's what you are, aren't ya?" Jason continued and Kurt could feel the others step closer to them; efficiently locking him in place between the lockers and their bodies. "A little pussy."
"I–" His words did him no good when they got stuck in his throat. They had him cornered. His ears were completely flat against his head and his tail had wrapped itself around his thigh as he tried to take a step back, only to be blocked by cold, hard metal.
"Oh look at that guys, we scared the little pussy." Five voices laced together in a cruel laugh and Kurt wanted to disappear. He wanted to hide, he wanted to run, if only he could run–
"Oi, move your giant asses from my locker, will you?" A new voice sounded over the hollow of laughter and a new scent hit Kurt's sensitive noise. Unlike the others near him, this one smelled clean. Oddly like a mixture of smoke and mint, but clean nonetheless.
"What the fuck are you saying, midget?" One of the jocks turned around and said. Kurt was making himself as small as possible by sliding his back against the lockers until he was almost sitting down; hoping against better judgment that they'd forget him and concentrate on this new, good-smelling guy. He felt a pang of guilt for even having thought such things, but a loud noise snapped his attention back in time.
The noise had been the sound of something hitting the lockers right next to him. The something being one of his tormenters. Kurt's eyes followed the boy as he slid down the row of lockers to the floor; whimpers of pain leaving him all the way down.
"I'm not gonna say this more than once. Get the fuck away from my locker, assholes." And it seemed as though something in the new boy's voice scared the others so much, they decided to scam as fast as possible; not before shooting evil glares at Kurt and then the boy next to him.
Kurt didn't dare glance up as a booted foot stepped closer; instead he flinched and wrapped his tail tighter around himself, while keeping his head as far down as he could. Stupid cat instincts.
The boots got so close, Kurt wouldn't even have to stretch his arm out to reach them, but of course he didn't. They looked weirdly familiar; like maybe they'd been in last season's selection of comebacks, but he couldn't be sure when they were so full of dust and– and suddenly the boots were overshadowed by knees clad in dark denim. The boy was kneeling. The boy was kneeling next to him.
"What's wrong, kitty?" The strange, dark voice asked and Kurt's head snapped up; his eyes shining dangerously. He was prepared to snap something at the new boy, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he was met with a face so handsome it could've easily been on the front page of his favorite magazines. His eyes were an odd mix of green and brown; flecks of gold blending in, framed by long dark lashes. His nose was straight except for a tiny bump right between his eyes and his lips were slightly pink and turned into a frustratingly gorgeous smile.
"Cat got your tongue?" The mouth Kurt was currently staring at asked, and it was as if someone had slapped him. He quickly averted his eyes up again and glared. If he wasn't afraid it'd make him even more cat, he'd have hissed at the stupidly attractive boy. "Woah, if looks could kill," the boy laughed and ran a hand through his curly, dark hair.
Kurt rose from his position on the floor as gracefully as he could, all the while maintaining his glare on the other boy. "Many would've died today," he said with a cold voice and picked up his bag before turning on his heel.
"You're welcome!" The boy called after him and Kurt couldn't stop himself from yelling a "I didn't thank you!" over his shoulder. The answer he got in return had him blushing furiously and half-running to his next class, while the few students in the hall looked from him to the boy still standing by their lockers with a smirk firmly in place.
"You didn't have to! That ass is thanks enough for now."
A/N: thanks for reading!