Mini-fill for the angst meme. I read the prompt and this pretty much wrote itself. I had other plans for it, but it just felt like stopping there.
Prompt: 3x11- Warbler angst
Blaine and Kurt were not the only members of the Warblers who transferred to escape bullying. A few of the other Warblers had transferred for the same reason.
While in the midst of verbally tearing the Warblers a new one, Kurt calls them bullies. The phrase just rolls of the backs of some of them but it really sticks with others.
Major angst for the Warblers who had been bullied when they realize that now their the bullies.
If they decide to apologize, I don't want them to be given easy and automatic forgiveness from Blaine or Kurt.
oOo
The blonde boy's shoulders shook as he sobbed into his hands, his tears leaking out between his fingers to trail down his forearms. He pressed the heels of his hands harder into his eyes, not only to prevent the flow, but to attempt to rid his mind of the images that were haunting him. The image of his once-friend curled up on the ground, a puddle that looked disturbingly like blood growing around him. The image of another, glaring at him with contempt, rage, and a bit of pity. He rocked back and forth as a guttural yell slipped from his lips to try to block out the sounds that weren't really there. Blaine screaming in pain. Kurt's words, biting like acid.
"You're all bullies. Each and every one of you." That was when Kurt's eyes had met his, and he had to look at the ground in shame. "Cruel, petty bullies."
Sebastian, along with most of the new Warblers, had laughed. They'd been called worse. In fact, for some of them, being called a bully seemed to be something they took pride in.
Not Jeff.
The word sliced through him, to the core of him. Bully. He'd been quite familiar with the term—before Dalton—but he had always been on the other side of it. Bullied.
He tugged at his long, blonde hair, as if to drag out the very memories that had given him nightmares every night for the past week. The taunts, the threats, the mockery. Being shoved into lockers, soccer balls purposely kicked at his face, being tripped in the lunchroom with a tray in his hands. The tears that streamed down his face each night, much like this very moment. The tightness in his chest each morning as he prepared himself for facing another day. The pleading in his voice when he begged his mom to let him stay home just this once, please.
He had loathed each and every person that ever made him feel that way. He didn't understand how any decent human being could take pleasure in causing others so much pain. And Kurt had lumped him in with those people.
The worst part was Kurt was right.