So, this is another story written because of a nagging idea. It takes place right before Sue resigns as principal and Kurt decided to transfer. I hope I made Karofsky mean enough. I also will most likely update 'Fading' on Friday. I hope you like this!
"Are we sure we want to do this?" asked Tina timidly.
"We have to. Don't you want Kurt to be safe?" countered Rachel.
"I do, but I'm scared."
"Should I be scared? I kind of forgot what we were doing?"
"Shut it, Brittany. We're going to go confront Karofsky nonviolently."
"Berry, what if he gets violent with us?"
"He wouldn't hit a girl."
"He shoved me into a locker last year."
"Yes, Tina, but that wasn't an outright hit, and now there's the four of us."
"Make that five," chirped Santana, "I want in."
"The more the merrier," Quinn said sarcastically.
"Let's go," urged Rachel.
In a single file line, the girls marched over to Karofsky's locker to wait for him. They were pleased to receive a text from Mercedes saying that the she and the boys were, in fact, in the choir room, wondering where everyone was. They invited Mercedes to join them, but she said Kurt would snap if she did something like that. So, they decided to carry out the plan on a day when Mercedes would be unaware. (And she wouldn't be able to tell the boys, then.) The girls' boyfriends couldn't see what was going on, because if there seemed to be any hurt or anger caused by Karofsky, they would immediately start beating him up. The last thing they wanted was their boys to be hurt and suspended from a fight. After around five minutes, the targeted athlete arrived.
"Hello ladies, to what do I own the honor?" he asked tauntingly.
"Oh, believe me, the honor is ours," growled Quinn.
"You need to back off Kurt," insisted Rachel.
"You can't keep terrorizing him," agreed Tina.
"He's one of us," snarled Santana.
"Except, you know, he's not a girl-
"Sshh, Britt!"
"Aww… isn't this cute? The mommies are protecting their daughter. You all have ten seconds to leave before I start to get mad."
"We're not leaving until you agree to leave Kurt alone," said Rachel unflinchingly.
"Well that's not happening, so you better scram. You have five seconds."
"Listen here, Karofsky, just because you're terrified of homosexuality doesn't mean that you can push around a member of our group."
"Santana, as great of a kisser as you are, there are some things your lips should never be doing. One of those things is preaching to me about acceptance and all that lovely, idealistic crap."
"Don't talk to Tana like that," interjected Brittany.
"You're just a scared little bully. Leave. Kurt. Alone," demanded Quinn.
"I don't have to listen to your orders, baby mama."
"Do not go there."
"I did. What are you going to do now? Run away, Fabray, because I can punch you in the stomach now… unless you're knocked up again."
"You son of a bitch, are you asking for my fist?" yelled Santana.
"Girls, let's not stoop down to his level," reasoned Rachel.
"We'd have to be halfway to hell to be that low anyway," muttered Quinn.
"Don't you believe that you're already there? You had sex before marriage, Christian," jeered Karofsky.
"Stop it!" screamed Tina.
"Go. Away. Now. Or I'm going to hit one of you bitches."
"You wouldn't."
"Hell yeah I would, Berry. Want to see me do it?"
"Wow, hitting a girl, your actions are totally justified."
"Don't push me, Lopez."
"So she can't push you, but you can push Kurt?" asked Quinn.
"That's it!" he roared, and before anyone could do anything, his fist was being slammed into Quinn's stomach.
"Quinn!" Tina and Brittany shouted.
The injured girl was breathless from the hit and the sheer pain of it. Tears filled her eyes and she ran into the nearby bathroom with a hand clamped over her mouth. Tina followed her, almost crying herself.
In the heat of the moment, Santana slapped Karofsky across the face. His retaliation missed and instead hit Rachel on the arm.
"OW!" she cried.
"STOP THE VIOLENCE!" Brittany sobbed.
Santana and Karofsky were going hit for hit with each other. Santana got a couple of punches in, but so did her opponent. Santana's nose was hit and blood started trickling down her face.
"Someone! Teacher! Anyone!" Rachel called hysterically.
A moment later, Ms. Sylvester came running out and pulled Karofsky and Santana apart.
"YOU," she reprimanded Karofsky, "my office, NOW! Santana, Brittany, get some medical attention and come to the office as soon as possible. Do I need to get someone to help you?"
"N-no," stammered Santana.
And with that, Dave Karofsky was gone.
"W-what just happened?" questioned a tearful Brittany.
"Something bad, honey."
"Santana, you need to go to the nurse's office. Brittany, you can go with her if you wish to. I'm going to go see how Quinn's doing."
"Quinn? Tina?" Rachel called tentatively after entering the bathroom.
"We're right here," Tina answered softly.
In a corner of the bathroom, Tina hovered over Quinn, who was silently crying with her arms around her stomach.
"Did any blood come up?"
"No," assured Tina.
"How badly does it hurt?"
"Really, really, badly," she moaned, "and throwing up didn't exactly help."
"Do you want me to go get Sam? I'm sure he wouldn't care about being in the girls' bathroom given the current situation."
"No, I don't want to worry him. If he sees me like this he'll assume I'm dying."
"Quinn, he'll be upset that someone didn't tell him what happened right away. How do you think Finn would feel if I got punched in the stomach and he heard about it through gossip?"
"Aren't you hurt too? I thought I heard him hit you," whispered Tina.
"I got punched, but only in the arm. I think getting hit in the stomach is a bigger deal."
"What about Santana and Brittany?"
"Brittany's fine- physically. Santana got hit pretty badly in the nose. I don't know if it's broken. They went off to the clinic after Ms. Sylvester broke it up. A few people were around watching, so word is probably spreading as we speak."
"Great," groaned Quinn, "the whole school will have heard of our wonderful encounter with everyone's favorite Neanderthal."
"Don't worry about that," murmured Tina, "if anything, worry about yourself. You got hit pretty hard. If punches to the stomach are hard enough, they can do serious damage. We should get you to the nurse so she can tell you if you need to go see a doctor. And Rachel, there is a very large, painful looking bruise on your arm. You need ice."
"Tina, I'm fine," they both protested at the same time.
"No, neither of you are fine. We're going to the nurse's office. No arguing!"
"Fine."
Tina carefully helped Quinn to her feet, and the three of them (slowly) walked down to the clinic, where they met up with Santana and Brittany. Tina and Brittany, being the two that were physically unharmed, went off to go to the choir room and tell the boys what had happened before a passerby told them. Besides, Mr. Shuester, the guys, and Mercedes must have been wondering why nobody else was at glee club practice.
"Hey guys," Tina greeted timidly.
"S'up?" asked Brittany.
"What's going on?" Mr. Shuester demanded.
Tina and Brittany told their fellow glee club members that they had confronted Karofsky and that some of them had gotten hurt. Kurt looked horrified, Mercedes was hysterical, Finn and Sam both looked worried and angry, and Puck looked just plain murderous.
"By some of you got hurt, you mean…" prompted the anxious glee club director.
"I mean everyone except Brittany and I. Quinn, Rachel, Santana."
"How hurt are they? Is everyone ok?"
"Well, that's all just calm down for a second and remember that Karofsky is with Principal Sylvester, so none of you can hurt him."
"Dammit! But please, just tell us what happened," begged Puck.
"I got this," said Brittany, "He hurt Santana's nose pretty badly, gave Rachel a really big bruise on her arm, and punched Quinn in the stomach… hard. She was throwing up and her tummy still hurts a lot."
Everyone in the room was silent, until those who were newly informed of the incident broke.
"Where's Quinn?" asked Sam.
"And Rachel?" added Finn.
"And Santana!" added Puck.
"Why would he do that to them?" yelled Kurt.
"Tina, you shouldn't have- you could've gotten hurt too," said Mike.
"Hell no!" shouted Mercedes.
"I need to go talk to Ms. Sylvester, immediately," flatly stated a stunned Mr. Shuester.
"The girls are in the clinic," Tina said as she walked over to Mike and sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder
Artie opened his arms up for Brittany and she went and sat in his lap. Mercedes and Kurt started hugging and comforting each other, while Mr. Shuester, Sam, Finn, and Puck left the room.
The three boys rushed into the clinic, and simultaneously asked a single question.
"Why would you do something so stupid?"
The next chapter for this should be up tomorrow. Thank you for reading! Please review!