AU – Set in the GBK verse, it takes up where GBK left off. It's now January of Senior Year.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt, and Plot (Treading water Plot spots the fin and swims towards the shark) Don't like don't read, though you should know if you like it by now or not. And reviews are always welcome.
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Good Boy Kurt 2 – Kurt's Trials
Chapter Four
Clinging to Dad's arm I'm dangling a few inches off the floor yelling, "Don't do it Dad, think of your heart."
Carole has his other arm and is trying to calm him down too while Sam is hugging him from behind to hold him back. Next to us Noah has Finn in a headlock to keep him in place.
Squealing in terror Mr Cutler is hiding behind Principle Figgins, "You see? This is the kind of behaviour that allowing someone to choose a homosexual lifestyle causes. Clearly the boy has learnt it from his father," and the teacher actually points at Dad who mutters something under his breath and surges forward again.
Both hands up Principle Figgins says, "Mr Hummel, I know that Mr Cutler's words were inappropriate and out of line," and the diminutive man glares at the cowering Math teacher, "but we are here about the resurgence in bullying, specifically the bullying aimed at your son Kurt."
Dad lowers his arm and my bare feet touch down on the cold floor tiles of the Nurse's office. "Fine, but I don't want to see anymore bruises on my son, he should be safe when he's in school, he shouldn't have to be afraid of physical violence, or cowardly sneak attacks by idiots too stupid to get that it's not his fault he's gay and that he's fine just the way he is," the last is verbally thrown at the wannabe Coach.
"I couldn't agree more," Coach Sylvester says and glares with venom at Mr Cutler, "And I have plenty of ideas on finding out who these bullies are," she rubs her hands together in anticipation.
"Not now Sue," Figgins says, "And you won't get me signing those permission slips for you to hang all the jocks by their shoelaces until they talk."
"Oh come on Figgins," she wheedles, "A pit of alligators under them and they'll sing like canaries," she shoots Mr Schue a look, "Just think William we could have you on stand by and you could end up with some more losers for your little Glee club, as you seem to have cut most of them."
"Thanks Sue," Mr Schue sounds tired, "But it's only for a few more weeks and then they can come back, until then I can give Kurt a lot more attention and solos," so far I've not had one solo but I keep my mouth shut, see, I can be smart.
Smiling nastily she says, "Oh I was down near the cat rescue place the other day, I almost went in and got you a kitten," Mr Schue sighs and ignores her. I wonder what that was about but I doubt he'd tell me.
The nurse cuts in, "So can Kurt get dressed now? I've finished documenting his bruises and you've all seen them as witnesses."
Not waiting to see what they say I scramble into my clothes and happily engross myself doing buttons and zips up while they pointlessly debate the issue. The teachers can't really do anything, and Mr Cutler certainly won't, if he finds out who it is he'd encourage them and probably provide them with an alibi I think bitterly to myself.
So far today has not gone entirely to plan. Waking up breakfast was good, though now the three kids aren't talking to me because I didn't tell them about the bullying, Sarah even told me I was mean to keep family stuff from her, 'coz we're supposed to face the hard stuff together.
When Dad walked into the school with me the atmosphere was volatile to say the least, it didn't take long to find out why when Jacob practically accosted Noah to find out what he knew about the recent jock fights. It started late last night, apparently the jocks are infighting and no one knows why. It's not just between teams, its in the teams themselves, something's set them off and my shadows got upgraded from purely company to full on bodyguards, Dad dragged me to one side and almost pitched a fit at my brothers and me, I'm to be good and to go nowhere without someone to protect me at all times, even the toilet.
Damn it, I hate peeing when people can hear me.
It meant Dad was already in a bad mood when we got to Figgins' office and everything was going well with the teachers until we got to the Nurse's office, they were all upset at the bruises until Mr Cutler swaggered in wearing shorts and doing his worst Coach impression, the ever present whistle around his neck. He made a comment that if you're going to be a faggot you'd have to expect that kind of treatment and then he sneered.
Surprisingly Noah kept a level head and stopped Finn from flattening the teacher, but from the gleam in his eye Mr Cutler is going to get some payback for that Puckerman style, I hope the teacher knows how to change a tyre, though few people carry four spares in case all of their tyres are slashed.
Carole is still standing by Dad and soothing him and trying to stop him having another heart attack in the middle of the school as Principle Figgins gets grumpy and kicks Mr Cutler out, "You've only been here a few months and you've managed to surpass Sue's record at the most complaints in a week," which upsets Coach Sylvester, "I'll be sure to write an accurate report on your attitude to student safety and present it to the board at the end of the school year," and with that I can read between the lines that Cutler's days are numbered, he seems to know it too and tries to storm out of the office except he miss times the door and gets wedged in, Mr Schue has to rescue him and we all watch the guy dash off.
"Mr Hummel, you have my assurance that we will be looking into this matter and that I will be talking to all the faulty members to make sure that all the students and especially Kurt have a safe learning environment here at McKinley," the Principle says and he walks out purposefully.
"Hmm well I have to go too, I have a record to uphold," Coach Sylvester dramatically storms out and looks back for a moment, "I'll be watching Porcelain," and then she yells, "Becky! Bring me my memo paper I've got people to break."
Very reluctantly Dad and Carole leave me in the care of Mr Schue who's promised to walk me to my next lesson. My brothers walk off, Finn and Noah whispering so I know they're scheming to get Mr Cutler back.
Hand on my shoulder Mr Schue escorts me silently to my classroom, it's nice to not have someone hassling me, when we reach the door he mentions talking to my teacher for a moment and then he looks me in the eyes and says, "Kurt, I know I'm not always the most observant teacher here, but I'd like to think that I'm approachable and that I'd always do my best to protect my students, please come to me if you need to, I'm here, okay?"
Nodding I tell him, "Okay," and I scurry into the room and take a seat glad that was the extent of it. And then I notice the four jocks in my lesson are paying way too much attention to me, and my back tenses up. One of them is from the hockey team, mullet firmly in place, the other three I'm not sure. Acting unconcerned I make notes and concentrate on what the teacher is saying, but it feels like a huge target just got painted on me.
Eyeing the door up I want to flee for it at the end of the lesson but the teacher calls me over and I smile nicely and wait, and then she walks me to my next class, it seems some of the teachers are taking this seriously. As I turn the corner I glance back and the hockey player is still watching me.
Shivering I stick close to my teacher turned armed escort and for once I'm glad I have bodyguards, I walk into my next lesson but I make sure I say thank you first grateful I've not added to my collection of bruises. Sitting I get my books out and set my desk up feeling better when the back of my neck gets a burning sensation, dropping my pen I lean down to pick it up and it gives the perfect angle to see the two jocks at the back staring at me.
This time at the end of class Noah and Finn are both waiting for me with expressions of exaggerated innocence, I do hope Mr Cutler has alternative transport it's cold outside. At no point is there a smile tugging at my lips at that thought, because that would be mean, and I'm really a very sweet person once you get to know me.
Making sure I'm standing right between them they lead me off to the canteen and food. A table has been pushed off to one side and we all cluster around it. From the worried yet snippy welcomes I get I know they're mad at me. It seems they feel like my brothers, that I should have gone to them for help.
Protesting I try and defend myself, "But Mercedes, I'm a man, I should be able to protect myself from mentally deficient cavemen who think with their fists, I shouldn't need to run to people all the time for help. No one else here has to."
"Boo," she bitches at me, "You are so blind sometimes," gesturing at everyone she says, "We all come to you for help and you smile and help and we go away happy thinking 'That Kurt is so nice and helpful and he's my friend so I know if he needed something he'd come to me because that's what friends do', and then we found out that you hid Dave from us," she stops my retort, "We get it Boo, we do, his family and the fact that none of us would have believed he was capable of being a decent human being kept that a secret," and now she gives me big sad eyes and my heart feels like it got kicked, "But this? Hell to the no Kurt, you do not keep this from us, we're your friends and you had better damn well come and tell us if this bullying happens again."
"Fine," I grump out, I'm too tired to argue with her. Gathering up the trays I stand, "I promise I'll coming running like a good boy to hid behind everyone if anything happens," and then I storm off, I'm not so dramatic I'd flee the room, but I need some space.
Taking my own sweet time I dump the trash in the bins a bit at a time, its not fair. Why does this always happen to me? Am I bringing this on myself somehow?
A soft cough from beside me and I see Artie with sympathy on his face, "It's okay Kurt," he says gently, "They'll never get it, they wont understand how hard it is for us to keep having to ask for help," and there is a bitter sound in his normally cheerful voice.
Surprised I lift an eyebrow and he grimaces, "Everyone judges us by the outside, they can't help themselves, you because you're so naturally flamboyant and slender, and me because all they see is the chair," and he's so sad.
"Artie…" I say and he cuts me off.
"I still dream of running," he says quietly, "I remember being able to walk up the stairs on my own, I have memories of arguing with my mom saying I didn't want to dance with her when I would give almost anything now to dance with Britt just once." Glancing at his hands he says, "So I get how you feel, of having to go to other people for things you should be able to do yourself, of feeling like less of a man simply by the way other people treat you, to be left out without anyone realising they've done it to you, to be over looked all the damn time," he looks up at me and I see his anger and I get it, a little, my own situation is only temporary, eventually this nightmare will end for me.
"Tina still brings up the fact I paid too much attention to video games instead of her," the boy tilts his head and says, "She never really got that in that world I can be anything I want to, I'm not held back by physical constraints, and I regularly kick the so called able kids' butts online," his grin is fierce and then it falls, "But I always have to come back here, bump back to reality and act like everything is okay, that life if fair."
Glancing back at the table he tells me, "They're arguing about who's body guarding you first," rolling his eyes he says, "Obviously I'm not included in that list." Leaning forward he motions to me and I bend down as he whispers, "And Kurt I don't want to alarm you but all the jocks have been checking you out since you walked in and now they keep looking over here."
Closing my eyes I squash the moment of panic down, "So it's not just me," and then I open my eyes to see Artie shake his head. "They were doing that in my classes too, what are they after? They can't all be picking on me can they?"
Oh no, not the whole of the jocks united, even with Noah and Sam backing him up David won't be able to take them all on, he'll need help. And then I hear a familiar bray of laughter, it belongs to a particular jock, one I dislike intensely.
"Artie?" I ask.
"Yes," the boy replies.
"How would you like to be my bodyguard, at least here in the canteen," I challenge him.
"Um okay?" he answers and then follows my gaze to the particular jock I'm looking at, "Kurt! Are you crazy? He'll kill you, or throw you in the slushy machine," Artie doesn't like this jock anymore than I do, especially after he led a mass slushy attack against Artie.
A plan forms in my brain, it's not a good plan, but I think it's a win-win. If this particular jock helps me it means I can learn to tolerate him, if he doesn't then after high school ends he'll be out of my life forever.
"Are you sure?" Artie asks me and I nod, sighing he turns to check the distance to our table, "If it goes south I'll accidentally loose control of the chair and slow him down," holding his fist out to me I fist bump him and we make our way over to the vending machines where our target is currently getting candy bars.
Not that he needs them I'm fairly certain if he decided to back up in the parking lot he'd need mirrors to see behind him and warning lights, I mentally snide at him.
Clearing my throat to get his attention I smile vaguely and say in a bright chirpy voice, "Hi."
Unwrapping a bar he pauses and stares at me for second before answering, "S'up Snowflake," I hate that nickname it reminds me of a sweet floppy eared bunny, and then the boy nods at Artie, "Wheels," Artie hates that nickname too.
Exchanging a quick look with Artie I struggle to keep my smile pleasant, but then Azimio tends to rub me up the wrong way anyway.
A/N Sorry for any mistakes I've tried to catch them all but I'm only human.
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