Hello and thank you for reading 'All The King's Horses!' I'm Porcelain Birds, and this is an alternate universe glee fanfiction! This is taking place in the beginning of season three, fabricated completely from speculation and the oddities of my own mind. This contains vague references to Season 1 and 2, but nothing major. I do not claim ownership to Glee, or any of the characters, only this plot. So without further ado, I introduce my latest supernatural/sci fi Glee fiction!
All The King's Horses
In hindsight, it was sheer luck that it all played out. It was pure fortune in the form of a cold drink with red dye. It was fate at its peak moment, death at its worst; good pitted against evil, and as the hand played out, good won. But in the face of so much evil, the victory was scarce. Six to the five hundred was inconsequential, insubstantial. But not to the six. To the six, it was everything and nothing, a paradox of devastation and relief.
Kurt Hummel was staring at the blackboard, the muddle of French words mixing together, combining and scrambling to combine words in sentences he cared naught about. There was no sensational gravitational pull keeping him here, no factor to focus his attention. That was, at least, until his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, entered the room.
The brunette instantly sat up straighter, his blue eyes following his boyfriend's short, broad frame, as he began murmuring quietly to Mademoiselle Moreau. Kurt did not know what he was saying, but he knew Blaine had turned up the charm quite a bit, and decided to enchanting. Kurt smirked as he saw a few girls swoon. Blaine was amazing, and all Kurt's.
Finally, after what seemed like a decade, Mademoiselle Moreau spoke up, her face a little flushed with pleasure, and she said, "Kurt Hummel, Coach Sylvester would like to see you." Kurt stood and grabbed his bag, his cheeks slightly red, though he ignored the smirks Mercedes and Tina were shooting his way. For all they knew Coach Sylvester did want to see Kurt.
But as he followed Blaine out of the classroom, he quickly found out that his boyfriend had ulterior motives, as he found his lips suddenly covered with Blaine's own. Kurt was surprised at the intensity of the kiss, but he was downright shocked when Blaine pried Kurt's lips open, sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth.
Their relationship was not new anymore, having been together for nearly six months as they now neared the end of September, but Kurt had intimacy problems, something Blaine had respected. But now, with their tongues clashing together in Kurt's mouth, Kurt tried to remember what his problems with intimacy were, because holy hell this felt good.
Obviously Blaine was enjoying it too, as he was panting and moaning into Kurt's throat. Kurt himself was reduced to a sweating mess, barely able to form coherent thoughts. Somehow in the process of making out, Blaine had pushed Kurt against the lockers, which he was now leaning against desperately, in need of support. Neither of them ceased their passionate kissing, until Blaine suddenly thrust upwards, and Kurt felt his full blown erection digging into his thigh.
They both froze, Kurt tensing up. Both of their eyes were wide with lust, though Blaine's eyes widened further. "Oh god, Kurt, I'm sorry!" He called out, running a hand through his gelled down hair. "I shouldn't have lost control like that, I know you aren't ready for stuff like that yet."
Kurt took several deep breaths, before saying, "It's okay. I was enjoying it too. You're right, I'm not ready for…certain things, but I am willing to try other things out." Ducking his head bashfully, he whispered shyly, "I liked that a little too much I think." He saw Blaine's eyes flicker downwards for a moment, before meeting his blue ones, mouth curving into a tiny smile.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as me. Though in a school hallway where anyone could walk in and see probably isn't the best place for that."
Kurt smirked. "Yeah, you're probably right. What brought this on anyways?"
Blaine's happy expression slowly faded into a serious expression conveying both sadness and anger. He took Kurt's hand in his own, a gesture that still sent thrills up and down Kurt's spine, as many as the first time the action had occurred, almost a year ago. "Just…you. I love you, you know. I want to be able to show you that. All the time. Anywhere."
There seemed to be something unpleasant lingering behind Blaine's simple, yet cryptic words. Kurt frowned, and rubbed his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand gently. Sighing, the older boy turned to his boyfriend, and said, "Coach Sylvester did want you. She called me out of class too, as well as Quinn. Apparently Rachel and Brittany were at their lockers, and Karofsky slushied Brittany, because she's with Santana and Artie. She's in the bathroom crying now."
Kurt's stomach dropped. At the end of the year, Brittany, Artie, and Santana had come out as being in a relationship with each other, all three of them dating. At first no one had believed them, but it had proven to be true. The members of New Directions had naturally been accepting. Brittany and Santana had been hooking up for as long as anyone could remember, so adding Artie-who had a large, kind heart- to the equation didn't really change anything.
However the rest of the school hadn't taken the news so well apparently.
Jaw tensing, Kurt shouldered his Marc Jacobs bag, and set off the hallway, his stride firm with resolve. Blaine quickly jogged after him, and matched his pace, not speaking, but keeping their hands tightly intertwined.
Brittany was someone important to Kurt. Everyone in glee club was, but Kurt had a special place in his heart for each one of them. And sure, maybe Brittany had a larger piece than say, Lauren, or Puck, but that didn't change the fact that Brittany S. Pierce was one of his girls.
And no one messed with Kurt Hummel's girls.
He knew immediately which bathroom Brittany would have chosen. The one in the Cheerios locker room, at the sports end of school. At the south end of the school, the April Rhodes Civic Auditorium, the gym, the locker rooms, and all the sports fields were located. No one was around, and it was nearby Brittany and Rachel's lockers. Plus, if Sue Sylvester had ordered Brittany to go and clean up, she would have immediately sent her to the Cheerios bathroom.
Kurt marched into the locker room, and found Brittany sitting on one of the couches, staring morosely at the wall while Rachel nattered on about something or other. Kurt knew that Rachel was trying to be helpful, but at the same time, he could tell it was not what Brittany needed.
Unfortunately, the blonde girl had been forced to grow up quite a bit in a short amount of time, something that pained Kurt to watch. Yes, Brittany was often oblivious and a little clueless, often downright ludicrous, but she possessed a true innocence that Kurt found absolutely beautiful, as well as disarming. Watching her lose that, watching her wilt under the judgmental glares, watching her confusion as she absorbed the hatred for her and those whom she loved, it killed Kurt a little. Brittany was sweet, caring, kind, and naïve, yet people chose to attack her for having a heart big enough to love two people fully. It just wasn't right.
Suddenly another blonde entered the room in a flurry of golden locks and flashing brown eyes. Seeing Brittany, Quinn Fabray's mask of anger melted slightly, softening to a caring, considerate look. Kurt knew that Brittany and Quinn were not as close as they once were; high school and stereotypes had separated them. However, Kurt had observed them in kindergarten from the swing sets, as Quinn and Brittany had taken turns leaping off the swings, practicing tricks they swore they would do as well as their older sisters, they were Cheerios, did you know that teacher, oh we're going to be just like them, pretty outfits and high ponytails, and everyone will love us, we swear.
"Who did this Brittany?" Quinn asked, a protective gleam in her eyes. Brittany made no move, so Rachel took it upon herself to answer for Brittany. "It was that Neanderthal Karofsky." She said, venom dripping from her high, somewhat annoying voice.
Kurt sighed, and with a nod towards Blaine, they both sat down next to Brittany on either side of her. Brittany immediately leaned her head on Kurt's shoulder, and Blaine took her hand in his own. Brittany sighed, and spoke, her lilting voice an eerie calm. "I've been having bad feelings all day today. I think something is going to happen."
None of the other teenagers in the room had time to dwell on her statement, because suddenly, there was a ear splitting boom, and the six members of New Directions were catapulted into the air, before the blackness overtook them, not even allowing them enough time to let a scream escape their lips.
Life as they knew it had just ended.