Story: Can't Fight This Feeling

Chapter: Don't Make Me Over

Disclaimer: Ha, I actually do own Glee. Because I'm totally Ryan Murphy. And I'm bald. And male. Yep. (and if you didn't get it, that was most definitely sarcasm!!!)

Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the long wait. I just have a lot of writer's block, and after listening all day to only Glee-ified Madonna songs and reading piles of Glee fanfiction, I finally got a spark of creative genius. I know this is short, I really do. But next chapter should be a lot longer (no promises there). I'm also being forced to perform Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing in English, the teacher of said English class being extremely unpredictable. Week before last, she had a pop quiz making us perform Act 1 totally OFF SCRIPT, and if she hadn't heard me explaining the plot to one of my friends she would have failed me. So.. do you see now?

Please review, it really does help my motivation issues.

Kurt's POV

I held my face in my trembling hands, my eyes closed and damp. It was just all too much.

I mean, how would you react if your long-term crush, your arch nemesis, and the school Neanderthal started to impassively smother you in kisses and ass-gropes? All at the same time..

I started to ponder the reason of this unusual gathering, when the blue bucket I was sitting on creaked warningly from under me. My eyes snapped open, and I stood up quickly.

No way were these jeans going to touch the undoubtedly filthy floors of McKinely's janitorial closets.

I giggled a little at the irony of that. Janitor's closets. Dirty. Ha ha.

I sniffed, and pulled the metal chain dangling from the bare lightbulb above my head.

I reached into my bag, grabbing my compact mirror. My eyes were a little red, and my light eye makeup had run a little (I tried to ignore the puffiness of my lips), but besides that I looked basically normal.

I took out my emergency equipment: Makeup remover, mascara, and eye drops. I whisked my flustered appearance back into presentable shape, and smoothed out the wrinkles in my clothing. One last peek in the mirror, and I had opened the door and strutted out. The hallways were deserted.

Damn, I've missed first period. Oh well. I'll just ensconce myself in the library until second period starts.


The rest of the day went reasonably smoothly, aside from a few frosty glares directed at the three would-be rapists.

Until Glee club.