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"Well, would you look who it is?" Bobby said with fake joy, followed by half of the football team. "Lady Face." All the boys behind him burst out into laughter. "We have a present for you. Perfect. thought Kurt. Not again. Five of the newest football recruits suddenly pulled out a rainbow color of slushies and dumped them over his head. "That's from David," Sammy said smirking. "He's sick today in case you didn't know." Kurt almost missed hearing this part since cold pieces of ices were currently jammed up his ears. "See you later," all the football players sang as they walked back down the hallway.
Kurt wiped the ice out of his stinging eyes and hopefully looked down the hallway. Of course no one saw that he bitterly thought. Just his luck. Not that anyone could do anything about it anyway. Darn! This was my last outfit! And all white to! Fantasic! Kurt looked down at his Marc Jacobs watch which was covered in artificial ice. Three minutes till glee. Not enough time to clean up. Then again, Kurt didn't know why he was in a hurry to get to glee. Lately, everyone had been ignoring him. Not out of hate he knew that. He really didn't know why. He just felt kind of invisible. I know what you're thinking. "Kurt Hummel would never put up with that! He would never put up with being in the background!" This was true, but a little while ago, Kurt stopped caring.
Things might change today. He tried to think optimistically as he entered the glee room. Almost everyone was there already there. Santana sat in the back staring at Britney and Artie's linked hands two rows in front of her. Rachel was hurriedly talking to Finn and Tina was doing the same to Mike. Sam sat with Puck, up to God knows what and Quinn was talking to Mr. Shue eagerly. Hmmm…Kurt thought. No Mercedes.
Kurt walked to his normal seat in the secluded corner in the back. No "Oh my gosh!"' or "Are you ok?" was directed to Kurt. In fact, no one seemed to notice he had entered the room. Typical. He grabbed his iPod out of his messenger bag and put his earphones in, waiting for glee to start. After about 5 songs of Wicked, he heard a gasp. Hoping they had finally realized his stained clothes and the chunks of ice in his hair, Kurt eagerly looked up. He was met with the sight of a crying Mercedes and a slightly nervous Miss. Pillsbury.
"Oh my gosh!" Rachel shrieked, finally tearing herself away from her conversation with Finn. "Slushy," Miss Pillsbury said solemnly, answering everyone's confused faces. "Aww…" all the girls cooed. "How many?" Quinn asked as she gave her a hug. "Two. It was awful. Lucky, I had an extra pair of clothes." At least she didn't get five. Seven if you counted the ones earlier. Kurt was still shivering through his soaked jacket. "Way to be brave," Sam said as he gave her an awkward hug. All of the other boys and girls soon joined in after him. "We'll always stick up for you and each other." Puck said. Hypocrites. "See," Mr. Shue said. "We're all a family here." As if. Kurt thought to himself again. "Now! To this week's assignment." Mr. Shue wrote the word "Strong" on the board. "You all have to sing about being strong. I think we all need something inspiring since it's the beginning of a long school year." Kurt couldn't agree more. "Mr. Shue," Rachel piped up. "I was wondering if we could talk Regionals…" The rest of glee club was spent with Rachel and all the New Directions arguing about solos. Once again, Kurt plugged his earphones, and no one paid him any attention.
Finally Kurt thought as they were released from glee. He quickly jumped into his car and looked in the mirror. What he saw scared him. His face was deathly pale, and his hair was covered in multicolored ice specks. The shirt he was wearing looked like it was tie dyed. Quickly, he drove home, dreading what his father would say. He cautiously opened the door. No one home. He let out a sigh. He hurried to his room and into the shower.
"You know that I love you, boy Hot like Mexico, rejoice At this point I gotta choose. Nothing to lose," Kurt sang as he washed his hair. "Don't call my name, don't call my name, Alejandro I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe, Fernando. Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch. Just smoke one cigarette and hush. Don't call my..." the front door opened and Kurt immediately stopped singing. He had to admit he was a little disappointed. He hadn't sung in about month and it felt good to sing. He heard the refrigerator door open and footsteps on the stairs. Must be Finn. Sure enough when he peaked out the bathroom door, Finn's backpack was seen making it's way down the hall.
Things had been extremely weird between them lately. He was also included in the "Hey! Lets ignore Kurt!" club as Kurt liked to call it. Homework set aside, Kurt pulled up Facebook on his Apple laptop. No notifications. No followers. No comments. In short, he felt like a loser. Might as well work on the glee song. He thought depressingly.
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