Wow wow wow, thank you so much for your support, everyone! XD I was actually quite surprised so many people actually liked it! And I especially appreciate all of you guys who reviewed, it's really nice to hear about what you think about the story, it really means a lot to me (it's my moral support lol)
Okay, the story in this chapter is mostly a filler to what happens in between the scenes in the show. This story is still based on episode 6 (in fact, it's going to be based on episode 6 all the way till chapter 4 and partly chapter 5 :D). David and Wes are going not going to be all serious (as seen in the episode), but rather two-faced like some of us are-funny on the inside, but serious when in public. So once again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy this one!
After carrying out what I needed to do, which was basically sharing brofists and backpats with my other classmates, I walked over to Kurt with a sly grin on my face. He was still clapping.
"That was amazing!" he praised. "You guys harmonized perfectly! I'm sure you all gave Katty Perry a run for her money," he added with a sweet smile.
"You 'all'?" I asked, cheekily raising my eyebrow. Kurt stared back and laughed, "you were great as well, mister. You looked like a natural in there," he lightly elbowed me. Good. He seems to be acting normally with me now.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," came a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw David and Wes, to my remorse. "I sense we have a spy in our midst," added David as he hung onto my shoulder and smirked at Kurt. The boy's eyes widened.
Wait, what?
Oh yeah, Kurt wasn't from this school. There had to be a reason for him to be here, and I just forgot about asking him what it was. I was *ahem* more concerned about other stuff apparently. But he couldn't be here to spy. I mean, if he was, he was an awfully bad one. So you're not one, right?
"Kurt?" I asked.
And all Kurt did was look down, saying nothing. I bent down to look at him. That couldn't be true, right? Kurt couldn't possibly be a spy! That's a despicable thing to do! He remained quiet, but there was something in his eyes that didn't look right. His eyes weren't clouded with guilt. Rather, it looked like….sadness. Odd.
An awkward silence ensued for a few minutes, until Wes cleared his throat. "Oh hey, we've still got an hour before practice starts. Wanna go get some coffee?" he invited.
Nice save, Wes.
"Yeah, and you can come join us too!" David said as he ruffled Kurt's hair, much to my dismay, "what do you have to lose?"
Kurt thought for a moment and nodded. He followed, or was rather enthusiastically dragged by Wes and David, to the cafeteria. I followed behind, of course.
"So, that guy, is he your type?" David teased as he leaned into the counter. We were ordering drinks and left Kurt to find us seats. I silently poured some creamer into my espresso. "Of course he is! Didn't you see him ogling the poor boy throughout the whole entire performance?" Wes laughed and patted me on the back. I silently poured more creamer into my espresso.
Crap. So they noticed.
Wes and David are, what you might say, my best friends. They never discriminate and they never keep their guard up around me. I seldom keep myself in check with them, and they with me. 'Though keeping themselves in check would be really nice right about now', I thought as they started snickering about the color of my cheeks and the fact that I insisted to pay for Kurt's latte. Cheeky bastards.
But all that (mild) irritation dissolved as soon as I saw Kurt's face when we approached the table. Kurt looked….tired, sad, soulless even. What was wrong? What happened to the Kurt that was smiling half an hour ago?
"Latte?" I offered as I slid the cup over to him. He took it gratefully. "This is Wes, and David," I introduced. They both nodded, all too seriously.
"It's very civilized for you to invite me out to coffee before you beat me up for spying," Kurt softly spoke for the first time in what felt like a long time.
"We're not going to beat you," Wes said with a straight face. I was surprised he could even look that way.
"You're such a terrible spy, that it was sort of…endearing," David smiled.
I nearly choked on my coffee but recollected myself in time. "Which makes me think that spying on us wasn't the real reason you came," I added, nodding at Kurt to continue. I'm right, aren't I?
Kurt hesitantly smiled. "Can I ask you guys a question?" The three of us waited in anticipation. "Are you…guys all gay?" he glanced at us suspiciously.
We laughed in disbelief.
That was…unexpected. "Ah..uhh…no," Oh crap. "I mean I am, but these two have girlfriends," I hastily added. Kurt smiled into his latte. Good, as least we got that cleared up.
"This is not a gay school. We just have a zero harassment policy." David explained. "Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple." Wes continued.
Kurt looked at them, stunned. His eyes flickered and I could have sworn he was about to cry. I looked at him, perplexed. What's happening, Kurt?
Kurt looked down and said nothing more.
"Would you guys excuse us?" I solemnly asked. There was a problem with this picture, a personal one; and I had a feeling I was the only one who could handle it. Wes and David looked at the both of us and with knowing looks, got up to leave. "Take it easy, Kurt," Wes kindly said as David nodded. Kurt remained quiet, looking distraught.
"I take it you're having trouble with school," I guessed.
"I'm the….only person out of the closet in my school," he admitted. As much as I expected it, I was happy having the confirmation that Kurt was the same as me. But I struck down this joy as soon as it arose, for I knew what was to come next. "And..," Kurt continued, "I tried to stay strong about it but…there's this Neanderthal who has made it his mission to make my life a living hell. And nobody seems to notice."
Ah, as I expected. "I know how you feel." Kurt rolled his eyes.
I carried on, "I got taunted at my old school, and it really…" I breathed out. Reliving these memories made these old emotions boil all over again. I remember the days when I went from one depression phase to the next. Growing my hair out; always wondering why I was the way that I am; always wanting and wishing for a day which I could be exactly like..like Harry Potter—a person who went from nobody to somebody. And now that I'm reflecting on how I was treated in the past, it really "pissed me off." I paused.
"I even talked about it to the faculty." Kurt looked up. "They're sympathetic but just…..no one REALLY cared." His eyes lighted up with recognition as I went on, "It's like, 'Hey, if you're gay, you're life's gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it'," I shrugged.
Silence.
Kurt looked down again. I must have hit a nerve.
"So I left. And came here," I continued. "As simple as that. So you have two options: I mean I'd love to tell you to just come enroll here…" and I mean I'd really, really love it if you could "but tuition at Dalton's is sort of steep and I know that's not an option for everybody. OR….you can refuse to be the victim."
Kurt looked back at me, his captivating cerulean-green eyes at full alert. "Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. You have a chance right now to teach him a lesson."
"How?"
"Confront him! Call him out!" I hesitated. Did I want to let him know about my shameful history? But at that moment in time, Kurt looked so helpless and in need of somebody…somebody with experience and advice….a mentor, "I ran, Kurt. I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away and it is something that I really, really regret," I said, staring earnestly into his eyes. Kurt stared back. He understood.
After a few minutes of silence, I smiled, reached over and patted him on the arm, "It's okay. I know you can do this! You just have to stay strong for just a bit longer."
"I-I don't know," he stammered. "I…I just…..Karofsky is just so much stronger than I am. I don't think I can ever beat him…"
"Who said anything about resorting to violence? Just try talking to him and see. But try doing it with people around. And if he does start getting violent, well, then back off…and…well, you can call me," I muttered.
"What?"
I closed my eyes. Took a deep breath and stared straight at him. "I've got your back, no matter what. If you feel in danger or even just a little bit scared to confront him…just give me a call and I'll come flying," to your side.
Kurt finally started laughing. At long last.
"Like Superman?"
"Like Superman," I grinned. He shyly smiled for a bit (and did I just see a glint in his eye?).
"I'd rather liken you to Harry Potter rather than Superman," he chuckled.
"I get that a lot. I wonder if it's because of the hair," I mused with my curly, auburn hair. "Maybe if I start wearing coke-bottle glasses, I might suddenly receive letters of acceptance into Hogwarts."
Kurt teased, "and have a big, burly man whisk you into another world. Sounds romantic."
I cringed, "Sorry, but chunky guys aren't my type." We both snickered and continued this ruse all the way down the hallway to the doorway.
By the way, I think Blaine looks more like Superman than he does Harry Potter! *raises hand*
