Stewart Smythe sighed, leaning back in his leather desk chair. This was his third time watching the video and he still wasn't 100% sure he could believe what he was seeing and hearing. Oh, he had no problem believing that Congressman Hummel's son would pull off such an extraordinary verbal assault but to do it to the group of boys that he was doing it too, well that took some real balls. In that small group sitting in the auditorium chairs were son's of some of the richest and most influential people in the state. The slip of a boy seemed not to care at all. What's more his own group of friends and club members were standing behind him showing solidarity. The State's Attorney found himself wondering if any of the Warblers would or were as devoted to each other.
Cringing as Kurt Hummel spelled out the crimes of his own son, not just this whole Anderson/slushy thing either, he quickly included those crimes he felt the rest of the group had committed whether they were willfully participating in the various plots and schemes or just turning a blind eye. It was the next part that kept nagging at the Smythe patriarch.
Kurt glared down at the group of Warblers; most of which were now shrinking in their seats. "I once considered myself one of you. Considered you boys among my friends. But the truth is, you're not worthy of my friendship or trust." Hands falling to his slender hips currently encased in soft coal colored tailored slacks. "You might not have meant to hurt Blaine but you did. HIS intention," The porcelain skinned boy pointed at Sebastian. "Was to hurt me and humiliate me. Blaine just jumped in front of the shot. The reality is that for all of your B.S. about zero tolerance for bullying and being above that, you ARE the bullies. You silence any opinions that don't fit your status quo. You hurt and humiliate those who dare stand against you. At least here bullies are honest about who and what they are. You boys wouldn't last a week in the halls of McKinley if you attended this school. A week starting your days off getting tossed in a dumpster. Or changing three times in one day due to slushy wielding jocks, and that's to say nothing of how you'll respond to the frequent painful locker checks, tripping, and spiteful hate filled words."
Turning away a slim fingered hand waved back toward the uniformed group. "Go back to your ivory tower boys. This is done and honestly if I never see another Dalton uniform it will be too soon."
The video ended as Kurt Hummel walked offstage and a few voices could be heard from the floor from, Stewart guessed, boys who did not want to lose their connection to the feisty boy. Sighing the man made a decision and forwarded the email to the Headmaster at Dalton as well as the parents of some of the boys in Warblers that he and his wife were acquainted or friends with in the hopes they would follow his example. He had only one sentence in his email that the video was attached to.
{I think the young Mr. Hummel is onto something and our boys need a reality check therefore Sebastian will begin McKinley High School as of Monday.}
His home office door opened and Stewart looked up closing his laptop. An elegant blond brow raised as Olivia Smythe moved into the room, "You are aware that you are a trouble maker right?" Shaking her head and chuckling fondly as her husband's face pressed against her belly. "Sebastian gets that from you." She didn't have to hear the muted and muffled words to know that he was saying disparaging things about her parents.
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Back at Dalton many of the Warblers were in shock sitting in the practice room. All but one of them had never seen that side of Kurt. Trent finally tilted his head forward off the back of the leather sofa, "Ok, I'm gonna be the one to say it I guess. Who the fuck was that in Kurt's body? I've never seen him like that. He's usually so quiet and... and demure. Sweet and such a perfect counterpart to Blaine's bigger than life personality." He whistled and looked around the room. "Do you think he just lost it because he feels we all helped to hurt Blaine?"
Snorting, Sebastian rubbed a hand over his face. "Are you fucking stupid? What happened today was restrained compared to some of the verbal smack downs I've gotten from him. Trust me, we got off lightly." Looking up he realized that almost all of the other boys were blinking at him in shock. "Oh Jesus Fuck! You guys have seriously never seen the real Kurt have you? I mean..." He shook his head and stood up. "This is just so many levels of fucked up and I'm too tired to listen to it or to you all bitch at me." Waving, Sebastian left with the door clicking shut behind him.
Nick looked at Jeff and they both sighed. "He's right." The brunette finally broke the silence. "According to Sam and Puck, Kurt was once the Ice Prince of McKinley. He ripped people apart with words and no matter what any of them did to him he still walked down the halls with his head high and as if nothing they did could touch him."
Jeff laughed, "According to Puck it drove him crazy. And quite a few others who wanted to put him in his place. They told us that the Kurt we sent back to New Directions is a shadow... or like, the shell of the guy he was before." Looking around many of the boys in the room shifted uncomfortably at the news shared by the couple.