"You have got to be kidding me" said a voice from the end of the class.
"Not at all, and I don't think I gave you permission to talk, Mr. Hummel" answered the teacher, the boy stood up, his hair was tousled, he had a leather jacket which obviously has seen better days and reaped jeans.
People who didn't know him would think he couldn't care less how he looked, or that he dressed that way to create a 'bad boy' impression, but the truth is, Kurt Hummel loved dressing up, he loved fashion, he loved designer clothes… he just couldn't afford them anymore… the only reason he bought the expensive leather jacket was that it is keeping you warm very easily and requires minimum cleaning.
"I don't think I asked for permission" said Kurt, smirking at the teacher obvious anger.
"Excuse me?" said the teacher, turning to face Kurt.
"You are excused from my presence, you may leave" Kurt gestured toward the door, the class chuckled but silenced when the teacher looked at them.
"Mr. Hummel, I want a ten pages paper based on an apology, printed tomorrow morning at my desk" the teacher said but Kurt only smiled.
"and I want the school to send me a real teacher- not the fucking bitch they think is a lame excuse for a teacher- that you are" he said.
"Mr. Hummel, I have had enough of your rudeness" the teacher became red.
"Well, I've had enough with your homework" said Kurt.
"Sit down Kurt, now" she said, to her surprise Kurt set down, and she continued writing on the board.
"There is more?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt…" she warned.
"How am I supposed to do all of this?" Kurt asked, he could feel the anger building up in him, he tried suppressing it, but it still came, washing him like waves.
"I don't know, how about you ask your fellow students? They manage to do it every day" said the teacher.
"They don't have as many stuff to do as I do!" Kurt yelled.
"Maybe you are just not as good as them" suggested the teacher.
That was it for Kurt.
He didn't even know what he was doing, one moment he was standing there, watching the teacher, and the second he was next to her, he felt his hand flying to her face he felt the skin of her cheek against his clenched fist and the fire burning in him after the horrible sound her face made she flew and hit the ground with a loud crack and he heard someone shouting "she is bleeding" but he couldn't think straight, the blood went to his eyes and everything was faded and cloudy, he looked at his fist and saw some red fluid running down on it, he almost threw up at the thought it was blood.
Only then did he realize he hit his teacher.
'Crap' was the only thing he could think of.
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"Kurt…" the principal started.
"It was her fault- she taunted me! I'm just as good as anyone in there! She deserved it!" Kurt stopped him.
"Kurt…" the principal started again.
"no! she is an idiot! She gave so much homework" Kurt stopped him and half-growled.
"Kurt…" the principal started the third time.
"I'm sorry, o.k.! I know it was wrong, I let my anger get the best of me, I'm sorry" Kurt stopped him again, he still sounded angry, but the fear was in his eyes- he knew the principal can't let it go in silence, and he didn't have time for detention, he had to finish up a car in his father's garage today or the owner will be mad- and he was one of Kurt's regulars.
"Kurt…" the principal started talking sounding tired.
"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to do?" he growled and then added "Please just give me a last chance" he practically begged saying that part.
"I talked to Jessica" the principal quickly said, so Kurt wont interrupt again, Jessica was Kurt's social worker, she is the one (with some help from Mercedes's father- who knew some important people…) who got Kurt the permission to live alone until his dad… well... wakes up from the coma.
"She agreed it's time to send you to Dalton" the principal said.
"But Dalton is a reform school!" Kurt yelled.
"it's a school for kids who need a refuge, while yes, its an alternative for many kids who can go either there or reform school, it is not a reform school, there are kids there with other problems- like you with your father…" the principal explained.
"You can call it whatever you want everybody knows the truth- even you- Dalton is a fucking reform school, I can't believe you are trying to send me to a fucking reform school! I'm not going!" Kurt yelled.
"Kurt- it's all over*, you will be transferred in a week, we give you this week to get ready, but you are no longer a student in McKinley high school starting now" the principal pointed at the door, signaling its time Kurt leave.
*yes it was a reference to glee's cover of "it's all over"
A/N: hey- im sorry its short, the other chapters wont be like that... i hope you liked it!
if you did/ you have comments and tips and stuff, id love hearing them- so review!
