We're Not Gonna Take It
Blaine transfers to McKinley with thoughts of his boyfriend in mind. But when the resident bullies begin to stir trouble, Blaine feels that it is his duty to step up to the plate and be Kurt's knight in shining armor. But this isn't a fairy tale and sometimes life doesn't have happy endings.
Warnings: Language, violence, suggestive slash themes.
Author's Note: The title is from the Twisted Sisters.
01.
Kurt drummed his fingers on his bedroom desk. He flipped mindlessly through his Calculus textbook, sighing over the complicated equations. Ah, the joys of schoolwork. Kurt thought to himself sarcastically.
There was a quick knock at the door followed by a charming voice. "Guess who?"
Well, no point trying to finish my homework now. Kurt joked to himself as he swiveled around in his desk chair. "Come in," he called back and the door opened swiftly to reveal dreamy heartthrob, Blaine Anderson. "Well, hello there, handsome."
Blaine greeted Kurt with a quick peck on the lips. "Hey, a little birdie told me you were cooped up all afternoon studying for your calculus midterm," Blaine started, his hands behind his back. "So I got you a lil' somethin'."
Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow, obviously interested. Blaine pulled a small gift bag out and dangled it in front of Kurt's face.
Stars sparkled in Kurt's eyes as he looked upon the gift bag. An immediate smile lit up on his face. "Oh, Blaine, you really shouldn't buy things for me." Kurt spoke coyly. "Soon I'll be spoiled and have a bigger wardrobe collection than Marc Jacobs himself."
Blaine let out a chuckle as Kurt took the bag from him. "Well, it isn't clothes and it's sort of a present for both of us," Blaine admitted, still smiling, as he sat himself at the foot of Kurt's bed.
Kurt rustled through the colored tissue paper to discover two long pieces of stock paper—tickets.
"It's for the county fair. It's this weekend and it's after your midterm... Whatddaya say?"
"How can I say 'no' to that face?" Kurt smiled, looking at Blaine's hopeful puppy-dog eyes. "Of course I will go with you, Blaine. Thank you for this wonderful, thoughtful gift." Kurt waltzed over to Blaine from his desk and rewarded him with a light kiss.
Blaine smiled brightly. "Keep that up and I"ll have to buy you another gift."
"That can be arranged."
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as he put his calculus textbook into his locker. He felt fairly good about how well he did on his midterm.
"So," Blaine popped in next to Kurt, leaning against the lockers. "I'll pick you up around ten. Sound good?"
"Ah yes, the weekend's already here isn't it?" Kurt replied, closing his locker. "Ten sounds great but I'm making breakfast-slash-brunch, so if you want, come over at nine."
"Now that sounds lovely."
"I thought you might like that." Kurt turned and took Blaine's hand into his as they started walking down the hall.
Suddenly two streaks of red flew towards the boys and a blast of ice cold slushee and red dye #4 hit their faces.
"Have a cool weekend, homos!" laughed a hockey player. A group of other jocks echoed the laugh behind him, mocking and jeering at the two dripping red boys. Kurt and Blaine shook off the initial shock and wiped the slushee from their faces.
"Ugh, you jackass," Kurt cursed, visibly angry. "This is my favorite Marc Jacobs jacket!"
"What'd you call me, ladyface?" The jock spat, starting towards Kurt.
"Leave him alone!" Blaine stepped in and pushed the jock, Rick "The Stick" Nelson, notorious Glee-hater at WMHS, away.
"Get out of my face, queer!" Rick growled, pushing Blaine back harshly into the lockers. There was a resounding sound of clattering metal as Blaine hit the lockers and slid to the red tile floor.
Rick grunted and simply walked away, the others following suit.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." he said flatly, ignoring the worried tone in Kurt's voice. Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes, seeing the sad and hurt that must've reflected into his own eyes. He was soaked in red slush and while the clothes he was wearing was no Marc Jacobs Collection jacket- his favorite vest and bow tie were now stained red. He took Kurt's outstretched hand and was brought back to his feet. "... Freakin' jerks."
"They're just immature bullies."
"They're hateful."
Kurt led Blaine towards the bathroom as he tried to ignore the murmurs and looks from nearby classmates. "We'll go to Principal Figgins and they'll get punished," Kurt said reassuringly. Blaine just shook his head. He knew that this wasn't the first time this had happened it wouldn't be their last, knowing them.
The doorbell echoed from the foyer throughout the house for everyone to hear. A high voice screamed "I got it!" down the hall followed by the sound of galloping footsteps. Kurt made way from the kitchen to the front door, still holding a mixing spoon.
Burt poked his head out of his office, looking downstairs to see Blaine walking through the door. "Blaine!" Burt called out, standing at the top of the stairs. Blaine's eyes looked up curiously. "Can I have a word with you in my office for a moment?"
Blaine hesitated before answering, turning to Kurt with a questioning look. Kurt only mumbled an "I don't know" response as he walked back into the kitchen. "Breakfast will be ready in ten, Dad."
"Don't worry. It won't take long, kiddo." Burt called back, motioning for Blaine. Blaine nodded with a smile, complying with Burt as he made his way up the stairs into a nearby office. "Close the door behind you."
Blaine did as he was told.
"What did you want to talk about, Mr. Hummel?"
"I have a house full of teenage boys in my home that address me as either 'Burt' or 'Dad'. I think we've known each other long enough for you to do the same- Call me Burt."
"Okay, Burt." Blaine replied, slightly pleased with himself as addressing Kurt's father so informally. "So what did you want to talk about?" he repeated.
With a heavy sigh, Burt took a seat in his chair. He looked into Blaine's eyes and pursed his lips, pausing a long moment before speaking. "Did something happen yesterday?"
"... What do you mean?" Blaine asked warily. He instantly thought about the bullies and what they had done to them. Even though this wasn't the first time they had bullied them or slusheed them, this was the first time Burt had ever asked Blaine about in private.
"Kurt came home yesterday and he seemed like something was bothering him, like he was down in the dumps. I asked him what was wrong but he didn't really give me an answer.
Blaine didn't really know what to think. Sure, the bullying made him and Kurt feel sad, angry, frustrated and a number of negative emotions but Blaine felt he could always rely on Kurt to be there for comfort and support and assumed Kurt would feel the same about him.
"Some jerks at school slusheed us."
"For what?"
Because we're in Glee. Because we're gay.
"They were just being jerks."
"Don't take it so lightly, Blaine. Don't forget one of those things almost blinded you before."
"Well, we went to Principal Figgins about it and he told us they would be punished... Was Kurt really upset about it?"
Burt gave Blaine an pointed look and shrugged. Burt put a firm hand onto Blaine's shoulder and sighed. "Just watch him, alright? Keep him happy and safe."
"Of course." Blaine nodded in affirmation. Burt bobbed his head once in response, a satisfied look on his face.
The two walked out of the office and back down the stairs where Kurt was putting the finishing touches on breakfast.
"Perfect timing." Kurt smiled, placing the last dish on the table, proud of the quaint yet grand spread of breakfast dishes.
Somehow Kurt's smile made everything seem alright. But Burt's words made Blaine wonder if that was the case.