DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to 'The Breakfast Club', Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.
Chapter 3
Julian sat on the floor next one of the many bookshelves, scanning the titles. Laughing quietly when he saw one he recognised from a long time ago, he picked it out and began to read.
Derek looked up from where he was staring at the ceiling in boredom and frowned, curious to know what the movie star was doing. "What's so funny?" He called. Julian looked up, "Just a book."
"A book? What- you a nerd now too?" Derek asked.
Julian glared at the athlete, "You don't have to be a nerd to like books, you dumb jock. Though I guess you wouldn't know since you've never picked up a book in your-"
"Hey!" Derek was suddenly angry and stormed over to where Julian was sitting, "I have a name you asswipe," he ripped the book out of Julian's hands and chucked behind him, "And just because I don't like reading stupid books doesn't make me dumb!"
Julian got to his feet in fury and stared down Derek, who was shorter than him, "I never said people who don't like reading are stupid. I just said you are stupid. And as for your name? I don't think that I need to know your name since you're exactly like every other ignorant athlete at this school."
Derek's hands turned into fists as he cursed the fact that Julian was taller than him and able to look down at him, "My name's Derek and you better fucking remember it well now because when you're in the hospital with the concussion that I giv-"
"You give me a concussion? Hah!" Julian scoffed, "Dude, I would break your fucking fac-"
"Woah! Woah there ladies!" Logan came strolling up to them and gently but firmly pushed them apart, "Can we all just calm down?" he asked in a mockingly calm voice.
Both Derek and Julian now concentrated their anger at Logan for interrupting, "What the hell is your problem?" Julian shouted while Derek stuck with a simple, "Fuck off!"
Logan laughed at them both and said, "I'm just trying to calm both of your little asses down because neither of you, especially you," he pointed to Julian, "are going to be putting anyone in the hospital."
"Why not!?" Julian asked, affronted, "I could beat the shit out of him!"
Logan outright laughed in his face, "Yeah. Right. Your little manager would have your balls if you bruised your precious diva face."
Julian was about to retort but Derek got there first, "I'm on more fucking sports teams than anyone in this school! I could definitely take him!"
Logan turned to Derek, "You could but you wouldn't dare because if you get into any shit then you're going to be off all your precious little sports teams."
"Oh and I suppose you're going to say that you're the only one here who could actually beat either of us up?" Julian asked sarcastically. Logan turned to him with a fake-innocent expression, "Actually yes. Because unlike you two babies, I couldn't give a shit about the consequences."
"That's bullshit. Everyone cares, at least a little," Kurt suddenly said from behind Logan, joining in the conversation. Derek and Julian looked to where Kurt was once more filing his nails but Logan ignored him and said again, "I couldn't give a shit about the consequences. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because no one gives a shit about me," he said happily, turning around and returning to where he had been sitting, on top of one of the bookshelves. Derek and Julian stared at him for a moment before staring at each other for another moment before Derek slunk back to his desk and Julian back to where he had been sitting on the floor by the bookshelves.
Kurt now lifted his gaze from his nails for long enough to notice the book Julian had been laughing at had landed on the floor near to his feet. Curiosity getting the better of him, he looked around to see whether anyone else was watching before picking it up and studying first the front cover and then the back. "It's French," he said, surprised. When Julian didn't respond, he called out to him, "Hey, Julian!"
Julian looked up at Kurt like he was an alien, "What?"
"This book," he held up the book, "is in French."
Julian rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "No shit, Sherlock." He got up to fetch the book from Kurt. Kurt however, held the book away so that Julian couldn't get to it. Julian, annoyed enough as it was, raised his eyebrows expectantly at Kurt, "What about it?"
"You don't look like the type of person who would know French," Kurt said, still not giving Julian the book.
Julian rolled his eyes again, "Yeah? And how the hell would you know what the type of person who can speak French looks like?"
Kurt shrugged his slim shoulders demurely, "I was top of my French class at my old school, McKinley High."
"Well no wonder," Julian gave a snort of laughter, "I've never heard of that place so it must be a dirty little public school where you don't learn how to speak French."
"Excuse me?" Kurt looked outraged at Julian's insults.
"You clearly don't know how to speak French if you learnt it at school- especially at a public school like McWhatever-your-school-was-called."
"Where did you learn how to speak French then?" Kurt demanded.
"The only place that you can learn French: In France." With that, he grabbed the book back from Kurt with a haughty glare and went back to the bookshelves.
"I also learnt French at a public school," Merril said to Kurt once Julian had gone. Kurt turned to Merril slowly with a wary look, "What's your name again?" he asked her.
"My name's Merril," she said.
Kurt didn't say anything but gave Merril the friendliest gesture any of them had given each other: a real smile.
By the time 12:30 rolled around, they knew that Murdoch would be back soon so they all reluctantly made their way back to their original seats to wait. The time passed at an excruciatingly slow pace so it wasn't long before they were all drifting off to sleep.
"WAKE UP!" Prof. Murdoch's voice sounded way more shrill than usual as it jolted them awake at exactly 13:00. "Lunch time. You get half an hour." Merril started to get to her feet but froze when Murdoch's glare shot at her, "You are all to stay in your seats."
"Wouldn't it be better for us to eat in the dining hall? I don't think that Mrs. Abernathy would like us eating in the library," Kurt said in what he must have thought was a polite tone but actually ended up making him sound like a stuck-up brown-noser. Prof. Murdoch glared even harder at him.
"You!" he pointed a finger at Julian, "And you!" another at Merril, "Go to the dining hall and get the others some lunch. No detours, pit-stops, running or slow walking or I'll know and you'll be here again next week. Got it?"
Julian didn't answer though Merril gave a shaky nod before they both got to their feet.
"Get on with it!" Murdoch ordered and Merril gave a start. Julian was just glad of a legal break from sitting in the same stupid chair. Before either of them could get very far though, Logan said suddenly, "Excuse me, Prof. Murdoch?"
Murdoch turned his glare on Logan, "What is it?"
"I have to use the bathroom. Let me go instead of Merril," his voice was actually normal and almost polite. Murdoch smelled a rat. "You think I'm stupid, boy?!"
"No sir, I just have to use the bathroom and it makes perfect sense that-"
"So you're saying that I have no common sense!?" Murdoch demanded, outraged.
Logan rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
"Sit down! No one said you co-"
"Sir, you're putting words into my mouth," his calm, polite voice was growing annoyed. Murdoch was outraged, "Don't you accuse me of anything, Wright! That's another week of Saturday detention right there. One more word and you'll get another!"
Logan looked like he was internally debating whether or not he should say anything. "Sir," he said politely, "I just have to use the bat-"
"That's another! You want more?" Murdoch asked triumphantly.
Logan was quiet for a moment before, "Yes!"
"Another! You want more?"
"Yes."
"That's another Saturday. The next word you say and I'll keep you here for the rest of your natural life!" Murdoch said venomously.
"Actually, Pro-" Logan began to say before Murdoch shouted, "You're never going to leave detention at the rate you're going, Wright!"
"If you haven't forgotten- which I know that you haven't- my father has a lot of power around here and I have a feeling that no matter how much he hates me, he would protect me against you and this school no matter what so I suggest that you let me go and get lunch with Julian instead of Merril like I asked politely at the beginning and I'll see you in Saturday detention for the rest of the semester just you like want." Logan's voice was low and authoritative and the others all stared at him like he had suddenly transformed into someone else before their eyes. Murdoch was speechless and could only watch in slight shock and horror as Logan grabbed a stunned Julian by the upper arm and dragged him out of the library.
