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The Weepy Hysterical Drunk

Kurt Hummel wasn't a person who often let people watch him cry. In fact, the only person he had ever let willingly watch him cry was Burt Hummel. He didn't like people when they pitied him, as if he was some big and helpless baby. But sometimes he would let the guard down and he would cry and cry without even bothering what would the people think about him. Most of those little and strange times, he was too sad and tired of everything to even care about the rest of the world. But some other times he had to blame it to the alcohol.

April had told him that alcohol would be the best way to face the world and the horde of homophobes which ruled the McKinley (and Lima, by the way). So, trusting in the sweet charming warm the alcohol made him feel, he drunk. April was a teacher, wasn't she? And she was a cool teacher. Why not just follow her advice? It would give him courage, right? Without even realizing he was taking more and more long sips of who-knows-what-delicious-alcohol April had given him. Every time he remembered the jocks calling him fag, he took a sip. Every time he remembered the way they stared at him, as if just by standing near them would make them gay, he took a sip. Every time he remembered the smell the rubbish of the dumpsters left in his clothes, he took a sip. Every time he remembered the metallic sound of his body crashing against the lockers, he took a sip. Every time he remembered the cold slushies splashing against his face, he took a drink. In the end, he had drunk almost a bottle of the comforting alcohol and was a bit lightheaded.

The bell rang and he started to make his way to the class. If only he could remember what class he had right now. Was it History or Maths? Maybe English? He was stumbling through the crowded halls (heck, why was so many people there? And why was the floor swinging like a drunken sailor?) when suddenly two big brown eyes appeared in front of him. Two big brown gentle eyes, that he could recognize everywhere. Bambi. He would never be able to forget those eyes, as he had watched Bambi millions of times with his mother when he was little. His mother, who was now dead. Just like Bambi's mother. Fucking hunters. But what was Bambi doing at the McKinley? He stopped for a second to look at those gentle eyes carefully and started to feel tears in his eyes as he remembered the poor little deer in the middle of the snow.

—Oh Bambi... —cried Kurt—I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy...

And with that, he bent down and threw up in some strange looking shoes.

He didn't notice when had Finn appeared by his side, but Kurt let the other boy drag him to the choir moment he sat (more like placed there by Finn) in a chair, Mercedes sat in the chair next his in a hustle.

—Kurt! What happened? Wait… are you drunk?

—Puck and I were in the halls and found Mrs Pillsbury in shock staring to her puked shoes and Kurt rambling about Bambi. Puck is with her now. —he went for a moment to watch Puck and Emma — And I think that Puck needs some help with Mrs Pillsbury.

The woman was in complete shock and refused to walk anywhere.

—Mercedes, can you take care of him?

—Sure thing.

Finn left the almost empty choir room in a hurry and Mercedes looked at Kurt. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair messy and his eyes were red. She could smell the alcohol he had drunk, but she couldn't believe it.

—Kurt! What the hell? What are you doing drunk at school?! —asked Mercedes in disbelief.

—Oh… Mercedes… Bambi! It's sooooooo sad! His mother is dead! And… and now… he is all alone! —said Kurt sobbing.

—Hey, calm there white boy! What are you talking about?

—BAMBI! I swear, I'm gonna kill those fucking hunters! Fuckers! Sons of a bitch! And now Bambi is… he is so motherless! —tears started to run through his fingers as he held his pale face in his hands.

—Baby, calm down for a moment. —said Mercedes, grabbing Kurt's arm and shocked because Kurt, Kurt Hummel, was swearing like a drunken sailor.

—Bambi is going to be so sad! He is alone and… And… His mother… his mother died! And his dad is going to be sooooooo sad! His wife is dead! And his son is so fucking special! Why is he gay? Why complicate things? Why the hell does everything happen to him? —Kurt was now crying hysterically. —And the other fucking deer of the forest throw Bambi to the dumpsters and slushie him! I'm gonna kill them too!

Mercedes looked at him, shocked. Had he just said…? She hugged his trembling body and tried to calm him.

—Hush, hush Kurt. Calm down, c'mon. Bambi is going to be okay. —said Mercedes as she pulled him against her chest. He looked so… fragile. He sobbed again and hugged her clumsily. —Hush, hush. Calm, baby.

Tina, Mike and Artie entered to the choir room talking and laughing at some Artie's joke but stopped talking when they saw Kurt crying in Mercedes' arms. They hurried and approached to them while Mercedes explained everything. As everyone in the room approached, Kurt started to feel sleepy. Blurry images passed in front of him and the swinging room only made him feel dizzier and sleepier. He closed his eyes without even knowing it and he fell asleep.

When Will opened the door of the room he stopped for a second in shock. Emma had told him what had happened and he was going to take Kurt to Figgins. He expected to see a drunken happy Kurt, rambling about Bambi, dancing or maybe even singing. He didn't expect to see Kurt with his head on Mercedes' lap, the black girl stroking lovingly his hair while Tina held his hand between hers. Mike and Artie were near, Mike sitting on the floor and talking quietly with Artie. He didn't expect to see the dirty and wrinkled clothes Kurt was wearing (he always had his clothes perfectly neat and treated them as if they were made of gold). But the thing that really shocked Will was that there were trails of tears on Kurt's face and the way he was sad in his sleep. It broke his heart what he was about to made, but he had to wake up the boy. Figgins would punish Kurt and it seemed that he already had enough things to cope with. So, hesitatingly, he woke up gently Kurt, and Kurt seemed confused at first. His clear eyes scanned the room stunned.

—What… what am I doing here? —managed to slur.

—Kurt, I have been told that you were drunk during your classes. I have to take you to Figgins.

Kurt remembered drinking the alcohol that April had given him, the swinging halls and Bambi, but how had he achieved to reach the choir room or what was he doing in Mercedes' lap was a mystery. A terrible headache stroke him the moment he decided to sit up.

—Oww… —he moaned.— Mercedes? Why is my shirt soaked?

The black diva hesitated for a moment before answering.

—It doesn't matter, boo.

—Oww… well. Fine.

Will helped him to get up and they exited the room slowly.

A/N: Well, I wasn't sure if I should post this because my English level at the time of writing isn't as good as I wish, but I decided to give it a try. I know that Kurt is really, really REALLY OOC here, but... he is drunk. Anyway, if you have any advice or critic, feel free to tell me.

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