Kurt Hummel was the cover boy for innocence, he knew that he did, and he used this completely to his advantage. Burt Hummel knew from an early time that Kurt was gay and he knew from his high school experience exactly how the gay kids were treated. That is why he chose to force Kurt in Karate classes ever since he was five. Kurt's lean and muscular build was perfect for the control that karate required for power and movement. The next thing Burt knew Kurt was ranking in competitions and graduating from belt to belt.
Kurt Hummel was not innocent and this time the judge knew it as well.
I stood there with a sort of secretive grin on my face. My old school was boring anyway, and this presented me with just the sort of challenge that I've been looking for. I was finally over being pushed around because of who I am and now I was confident enough to do anything that I dare try and all the rest were going to love it or shove it. If anyone happens to disagree, well I will not hesitate rearrange a few thought processes. Normally I wouldn't go around using violence, but after years of holding back and listening to those Neanderthals jeer at me I was through with being the nice little Hummel ever one expected me to be.
My bags were packed and filled with all of my designer brands. My moisturizers were set and organized in my bedazzled travel caddy. I was determined to leave my fabulous mark on the very drab establishment.
"Now", I said to myself, "How do I sneak in my sai swords?"
Blaine looked out over his doo whopping warblers and thought secretly to himself how West Side Story it was to have a singing gang reign supreme over the halls of Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys.
"Warblers!" Blaine commanded, silencing the group. "As you all know sectionals are coming up." He paused to make eye contact with each member of the group. " You all know as well as I do that these stuck up choir geeks think that we're no competition for them, that we'll be a piece of side walk waiting for them to walk all over. Well I hope that you as much as I are planning on doing a whole lot worse that scuffing the bottoms of their shoes. I hope that you are planning on taking that 1st place and showing those sissies why we're here in the first place, why we Dalton boys are not to be messed with." There were nods of approval and noises of agreement all around and the sounds of shuffling feet echoed the words of dismissal that Blaine spoke.
Wes, one of Blaine's second in commands, stepped forward to address Blaine separately. "Blaine", he said as he tapped said leader on the shoulder, "We can drill them all day and night, but even if their vocals are spot on we need something to push it over the edge if we want to beat New Directions."
David, Blaine's other second in command, came up to join his friend after hearing their conversation. "Did you hear about the new kid?" David asked, drawing the others curiosity "Yeah, kid came from New Directions. Bet he knows just exact ally what we're up against, wonder if he's got the voice to stand up to the rumors that I've been hearing."
"Well." Blaine said, "We'll just have to see."