This is what happens when you mix AVPM/S and the spoilers for episode 17 (; - and my rather bizarre imagination …
Although a die-hard Harry Potter fan, I am so not cool enough to own AVPM or AVPS. On that note I also do not own Glee. Or Darren Criss *sigh*. If I did I would not be writing this story right now (;
CHAPTER ONE
"Blaine, I need to talk to you" Kurt urged from the doorway of the Warblers practice room. "I gotta get back to McKinley" He stated once Blaine had joined him at the doorway. Blaine understood that Kurt was missing all his friends in New Directions, so he nodded and pulled the boy into a tight hug.
"Don't worry Kurt." Blaine whispered into his neck. They pulled apart. "We can still watch that movie, or go roller-skating." Blaine added upon seeing the conflicted expression on his boyfriends face. Kurt wrinkled his nose at the prospect of roller-skating and playfully punched his boyfriends arm.
"It'll be hard to make that roller-skating date from McKinley" Kurt laughed.
"C'mon Kurt" Blaine exclaimed, looping his fingers between Kurt's and pulling him through the doorway gently. "I'll help you pack!" Wes and David watched the exchange – as Kurt and Blaine walked hand in hand down the corridor.
***Kurt's first day back at McKinley***
Kurt strolled down the halls of McKinley, with a huge smile plastered to his face. It was as if nothing had changed in his brief period away from the school. No-one could ruin his mood. That was until however, he came face to face with a cherry slushie in the hands of none other than Dave Karofsky.
The cold sticky slushie collided with Kurt's face, splattering down his brand new and completely fabulous jumper. Kurt made a beeline for the ladies bathroom like it was second nature to him. Mercedes, who had noticed the attack on her best friend, joined him at the door, pushing it open and hurrying him inside to help Kurt salvage what remained of his carefully planned outfit.
"Kurt" Mercedes said sympathetically, patting his shoulder "There is no hope for that jumper."
"Urgh!" Kurt grunted "Karofsky. This is all his fault! That bitch!" while still dabbing fruitlessly at the stained fabric of his jumper. He gave up, exasperated and removed the hopelessly stained jumper, dumping it in the sink – turning his attention to his dripping face. He scrubbed at it with a particularly foul smelling bar of soap until his skin stung. Mercedes gingerly lifted the jumper out of the sink where Kurt had earlier discarded it to soak, to determine her diagnosis.
"The jumper is definitely screwed" she concluded as Kurt turned from the basin he was standing at to glare in her direction.
"Come on Kurt!" Mercedes said cheerfully, in an attempt to lighten the mood "I have a spare jumper in my locker. We can stop off to pick it up on the way to Glee club." Kurt reluctantly agreed, and after fixing his hair, they exited the bathroom.
"You're late" Rachel chided the moment the pair walked into the choir room.
"What's it matter" Kurt spat. His first day had really gone to the dogs. "Mr Schue isn't even here yet!" he continued after glancing around the room to verify the comment.
"You weren't wearing that jumper this morning Kurt" Quinn piped up. Her keen eyes had detected Kurt's fashion faux pas – in the form of Mercedes neon jumper.
"Yeah well I fell victim to a slushie courtesy of Karofsky this morning" Kurt replied icily. "I'm not used to this anymore. I had hoped it would have stopped!"
"Well I don't find it surprising at all" Rachel added in her know-it-all tone, attempting to be sympathetic but coming up short – as usual. At that moment Mr Schue stumbled into the room in a blur of sweater vests and paper. Depositing the essays on top of the piano he whirled around to face New Directions.
"I'll ignore the fact that you're late if you ignore the fact that I am the latest" he grinned. Glee passed in a way very much similar to how Kurt had remembered it. Rachel was pushy, sharing lead vocals only with Finn and Mr Schue listened to their ideas and let them express feelings through song – something Kurt had never felt comfortable enough to do in Dalton. His phone buzzed quietly in his pocket and he lifted it out. It was a text from Blaine.
Hey Kurt, What are you up to – Blaine xxx
Not a lot, sat in glee, same old same old. You? – Kurt xxx
Nothing much, I'm just missing you – Blaine xxx
He smiled. He was glad he came back, but Dalton still had its perks.