Misconceptions

Inspired by Episode 18 Quagmire's Dad from Family Guy

"Where is he? Where is that self-centered, arrogant, son of a bitch?" A roaring call filled the hallway of McKinley High as the gust of a storm blew open, with immense force, the door to the Glee club room. Wide eyes stared at the red faced man, wearing overalls and plaid, who marched in the room, his anger filling up the entire space.

"Dad?" A small boys forceful tone tried to be heard through trembling, frightened lips; he'd never seen his father so angry. The curly haired instructor stepped in front of the enraged man and said words that were swept away from attention as the beast looked around the room. There he spotted his prey, his victim, running over to the boy who stood in between a closet and a drum set, the man grabbed his collar and threw him over the instruments.

"Get out of there you dirty little bastard! You're dead!" Landing on his back on the hard tile floor, the frightened Jewish football player looked up in the eyes of his attacker. A painful jab in his ribs brought him tumbling to the side, coughing to get more air into his seemingly collapsed lung. Feeling a tight grip around his ankle, and a feeling like he was flying, the boy was swung into the hallway and smashed into the brick wall, sending crumbles falling down onto his aching head. Struggling to stand, he limped away faintly, trying to escape, or better prepare himself for the next blow. Toppling to the ground, the unexpected force on the back of his head sent him skidding down the now filled hallway.

"Dad! Stop this!" An ignored sob echoed.

"Someone call the cops!" anonymous voice punctured everyone's ears. The struggle seemed to go on forever, the boy getting a few hits in here and there, but mostly receiving the beating, before a group of men pulled the wild man off.

"If I ever see you near my house, I'll blow your head off!" Laying in a small pool of warm blood and knowing broken limbs, the boy looked at the man through bruised eyes.

"Now lay there and die you piece of crap!" The man was fighting slightly against the arms which held him at bay, as they pulled him to the exit of the school. Biting his lower lip to extinguish the pain, the teenage boy stood up and leaned slightly against the locker.

"Hey," the Jew called to the older man who had been turned around walking on his own as the other two men's arms were around his elbow. The boys eyes glimmering with amused arrogance, "I fucked your son."

Created for my darling who is just in love with the PucKurt fandom.

I do not own Glee nor do I own or take any credit for Family Guy.

Hoped you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(See inspired clip here: .com/watch?v=FBoiwVxybYI )

-Ducky