After the audition, Kurt got up to talk to Noir, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his gigantic stepbrother towering over him looking rather serious. "We. Have. To. Talk," he said, punctuating every word to get his point across.

Kurt brushed the hand away angrily and brought himself to his full height, which was still a few inches shorter than Finn, but was enough to make him step back. "Finn, I appreciate your concern, but this isn't something that you can solve. You don't understand what I'm going through and if you really cared about me at all, you would back off and let me deal with this," he snapped.

"So you hitting your head, it was a lie?" Finn asked as he taking a step towards Kurt, his tone accusing.

Kurt froze, cursing himself for slipping up. Fortunately, Mr. Shue called for them to meet Noir.

"This isn't over, Kurt," Finn whispered. Kurt shuddered, but didn't look back.

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"I get what you mean about showing weakness while singing. That was amazing!" Kurt gushed as he and Noir walked down the hallway. "Thanks. You know, you did that too while you were singing Defying Gravity. Now that was amazing," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.

Kurt blushed, pleased with her praise. "Uh oh," he said softly, looking down the hallway where he saw a few jocks with a slushy in hand, zoning in on them. In a matter of seconds, they were two feet away, smirking at Noir, who stared at them blankly, no emotion on her face. "So, we hear you're in Glee club now, right?" Azimio asked, grinning cruelly at her.

She nodded, not taking her eyes off the cup. "Well, we have a little… ritual here at McKinley," he continued, "and you, my dear loser, are the target of this ritual," he said before tossing the sup at her without any warning.

Kurt closed his eyes tight, expecting the slushy to hit him too, but felt himself being pushed to the side and hearing a loud splash. He opened his eyes in surprise to see the icy red liquid splattered all over the floor while Noir was leaning on the lockers like she had been there the whole time. 'Did she…. dodge a slushy?' he wondered.

The jocks looked so confused, he almost burst out laughing. Noir, however, did end up laughing, causing the jocks to glare at her threateningly. "Something funny?" Azimio asked, towering over her trying to be intimidating, which wasn't working by the snickers escaping the girl's throat. "N-nothing, ahem," she managed to choke out, patting her chest awkwardly.

"Stop laughing!" one of them yelled, pushing her against the locker, lifting a clear half a foot off the ground. She simply smirked at him, her eyes boring into his, which surprised him. "Whoa, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?" he exclaimed, backing away from Noir. She scoffed, adjusting her messenger bag. "My mom told me that I'm possessed by the devil because red is the devil's color and that I could kill somebody by looking at them," she said in a strange voice similar to a creepy five-year-old.

Kurt looked highly amused as the jocks looked extremely creeped out. After a moment of awkward silence, Noir bust out laughing once more, which startled everyone, even Kurt. Chortling, she walked out of the hallway, holding her stomach in pain as she tried to stop herself from laughing, followed by an amused Kurt, leaving behind a bunch or bewildered jocks.

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"What was that?" Kurt asked, watching as Noir calmed down.

"That is what I like to call 'the things I do for personal amusement'," she replied, grinning, "And I must say, that was very amusing. If that didn't work, I would have just pulled out my pocketknife and gone psycho murderer on them," she said as she pulled out a small pocketknife and flicking out the largest blade which was about three inches long.

"Weapons aren't allowed at school!" Kurt exclaimed, horrified.

"I have special permission. When I get separated from my precious, I breakdown and start turning even more insane. It's like a security blanket for my fragile state of mind. My third therapist found that out the hard way."

"You are insane."

"That's what the principal said when I requested for the permission. I had to bring in my last my last therapist to convince him."

"…I'm making you my bodyguard."

"Sounds like fun, Porcelain."

"Porcelain?"

"You know you like it."

"Better than princess, I suppose."

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(I know Porcelain is Sue's thing but I couldn't help but put it in)

"Hey buddy," Burt greeted Kurt as he walked through the door. Kurt, not expecting his father to be home, promptly shrieked in a very unmanly way in proceeded to cower in the doorway, thinking Chris was going to beat him early that day. Burt simply raised an eyebrow as Kurt coughed, embarrassed. He dusted himself off, trying to gain some of the dignity he lost as Burt looked at him suspiciously.

"Um, did you, um, want something Dad?" Kurt asked, placing his bag on the table.

"Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to work on some cars with me. You seemed a little out of it lately, and you, uh, seem kind of relaxed when you work at the shop with me," Burt said, blushing a little.

Kurt's heart went out to his dad. He had seen how strange he was acting and only wanted to help him. "Sure, just let me change and I'll be out in a few," he said, gaining a small smile from his dad.

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As much as it went against everything he stood for, Kurt actually enjoyed getting his hands dirty as he worked on the cars with his dad. Not that he would tell anybody, but he was actually the one who wanted Burt to teach him about cars rather than the other way around. He remembered when he was young and watched his dad magically fix the car after it broke down on the way to the movies.

He had cried in his mom's arms until he heard the familiar roar of the engine. He smiled fondly at the memory.

"Daddy! How did you make the car work again?"

Burt winked at his son. "Magic."

Kurt's eyes widened in excitement. "Can you teach me magic too?" Burt laughed as he ruffled Kurt's hair. "Sure kiddo, anything you want."

"Sure, just park in there and we'll se what we can do," Kurt heard his father say to a customer out front. Kurt watched as a gray truck parked in the garage next to the car he had just finished working on. After wiping the grease from his hands, he turned to see the driver of the truck right behind him. His blood froze as he looked into the eyes of no one other than Azimio.