No matter how many blank stares and looks of amusement, or utter disgust that you have received throughout your life nothing can prepare you for the array of malicious grins and pointed fingers that tend to follow you after you have been hit by a barrage of cherry slushies, compliments of the entire football team. It's a sad yet undeniable truth…but the fact of the matter is any humiliation that you may have experienced due frequent trips to the school garbage bins, that leave you smelling like something that came out of a horses rear-end, cannot brace you for the feeling that comes after your new white, ready to wear Alexander McQueen original, is stained cherry red while the rest of your body is left quivering from the frigid temperature of the ice and sticky with corn syrup.
But lucky for Kurt Hummel, if you could call it that, he didn't need to be prepared. After countless dumps in the school trash bin, being constantly shoved into the lockers by a seriously disturbed Puck, and being slushied almost everyday of what may look to some like a disastrous high school career, Kurt knew all about the humiliation that stemmed from a barrage of slushies. In fact he was living it again, for what may have seemed the umpteenth time in the hallways of a particularly nonchalant McKinley High School.
Kurt stood motionless for what seemed like decades, engrossed in the sugary tart of artificial cherry flavored ice and corn syrup. He quickly wiped away the actually delicious substance, though he would never admit it to anyone, to spy Noah Puckerman chuckling ever so loudly as he moved down the hallway at the head of the "wolf pack."
Maybe it was too much for Kurt to assume that since Puck was now in Glee with him and they were both on the football team for a while, before Kurt quit, that the torture would die down a bit. But still he was livid. There wasn't really a word in all the world that could convey his opinion of the self proclaimed "stud" that was Noah "Puck" Puckerman.
As Kurt was awakening from his angry daze, he was rushed into the girls bathroom by a concerned Tina and an equally angry Mercedes.
"What's the deal with that white boy?" the ebony diva blurted out as she motioned for Kurt to brace his head over the sink.
"Y-yeah…h-he's always doing stuff like this." Tina added pulling the special shampoo Kurt gave her from her bag.
"Don't ask me why the behemoth chose me to pick on." Kurt finished as Mercedes washed the thick syrup from he co-diva's hair. More than anything Kurt wondered why Puck had to ruin the newest addition to his wardrobe. If Alexander McQueen were dead he'd be rolling over in his grave right about now. Anyone would, in Kurt's opinion. He could only weep internally at the extensive red stains that dripped like little dots of blood from his white button up to his skin tight jeans.
As Mercedes examined the damage more extensively it looked as though Kurt had just come on his period, but she didn't have the heart to tell him.
No one knew what the deal was with Noah Puckerman but soon…and I mean very soon…they were sure to find out.