Disclaimer: I thought it was obvious who owned it (and that's not me, sad to say).
A/N: I would also like to say thank you for all the reviews! (except for that one guy who called it boring. Can you at least say why you found it boring so I can improve?)
▫ộ»I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good «ộ▫
Sirius sighed. Sometimes he loved living in León, Guanajuato, Mexico, but more often, he hated it, since it stood for all he had lost by being careless in a bloody serious battle. Imagine his surprise to wake up in a desert, partially covered in sand, and unable to move and do more than make an odd noise or two to try and alert others he was there. Worse was that the locals couldn't speak anything he could understand at first until they took him to one of their older children, a fifteen year old girl who reminded him painfully of Harry and his last memory of the look on his face when he 'died'…
Thank Merlin this kid could speak more English than the older people, and was able to get the fact that he had no idea where he was, and couldn't move. The adults ended up experimenting with all sorts of 'remedies' (none of which would ever work, since it was magic holding him like this; he'd have to wait for it to wear off on its own). The fifteen year old, who he learned was named Joséphina Alvarez, had rolled her eyes when they tried some kind of hippy mixture and he was finally able to shift his body. He didn't have the heart to tell them it was just wearing off, and had nothing to do with the odd plant.
Of course, this led to them thinking it was a miracle cure, even if their (Daughter? Niece? What was she?) kept saying that it hadn't done anything. She was able to read Sirius' face rather easily. Almost as easily as Harry, actually. They ended up selling it, and quickly got rich off of it within three months.
At least Sirius could say he had learned something. Spanish was very useful, especially when stranded in Latin America.
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Emmett tried very hard the next day to overlook the 'episode' he'd had the night before. Finn kept giving him odd looks (not that he blamed him, really; it was pretty scary) and Kurt seemed to be babying him a little more than usual, making sure he ate a healthy breakfast and checking that he had all his schoolwork. Carole gave him some sad, pitying looks, though she did seem a little more skittish. Considering Emmett had learned that glass had exploded on her during his nightmare, it was to be expected. Burt seemed to be the only one who wanted to respect his wishes and ignore that the whole thing ever happened.
Halfway through break, Emmett was beyond annoyed. He wanted to pinch Kurt to get him to stop; listening to him whine about his skincare routine being ruined would be more welcome than listening to him extol the virtues of relaxing before sleeping with meditation and avoiding eating before heading up to bed.
To be honest, Emmett already did all of that. He'd realized early on in his stay at the Hummel-Hudson home that, unless he forced himself to relax, he would stay awake all night. He wasn't sure why, but he had thought he was healing himself of that habit until the nightmare. Now here Kurt was, getting the others interested in what had happened the night before by talking about it incessantly. It was just making him a little bit madder by the minute. Why couldn't Kurt wait until they were home before bringing it up?
To think it was only Tuesday.
Emmett tried his best to ignore any health-related questions Kurt had to ask during French class, but only until the teacher had said the assignment was to answer the questions the person in the seat next to you could ask. Some bullshit about identifying what they needed to work on regarding sentence structure and conjugating verbs. She's the one teaching a French class with an Italian last name.
He gave monosyllabic answers instead.
During the rush for the cafeteria, Emmett managed to ditch Kurt and head for the bulletin board near the office, the one where all the club signup sheets were pinned. He was going to sign-up before he lost his nerve to be spiteful (even if he really wasn't being spiteful at all… unless he decided not to tell Kurt). The board was literally not visible under all the different shades of green, blue, and pink, though there was only one yellow one that read, GLEE CLUB SIGN-UPS.
It was covered in stupid, rather ugly drawings of former members.
1: Rachel Berry, followed by a gold star sticker, was defaced to have devil horns and a pitchfork.
2: Finn Hudson was nearly covered up in a large, overblown writing of FAG, as well as underlined several times.
3: Brittany S. Pierce, which was, oddly enough, left alone.
And so the list went until the last one.
12: Quinn Fabray, which had SLUT stamped onto it, somehow. Who carried around a stamp that said that?
Line 13 was empty. Emmett signed his name a little harder than necessary, still feeling a little angry. 13: Emmett Black. Merlin, he had horrible handwriting. He almost felt sorry for the teachers. He also may have torn the paper a little… What? It was cheap and thin!
After having signed up (he wasn't going to make having that nightmare and only half of his sleeping hours pointless, dammit), he headed back to the cafeteria, spotting the gleek's table easily, since there were empty tables on all sides of them. For some reason, Kurt wasn't there. When he plopped down, the first question he asked was, "Where's Kurt?"
Tina answered him from her spot across from him, "He got slushied again. He's in the girl's bathroom cleaning it off."
Emmett's dark green eyes narrowed. "Was it the same guy as yesterday?" he questioned suspiciously. His glare at the guy (once he found out who it was, which was relatively easy; he was the guy who instigated a high-five with his buddies once he saw Kurt had changed clothes) should've spelled out rather clearly what would happen if/when he did it again. Apparently not.
"Oh, no, it was that Delacruz guy that Kurt said had called you an idiot or something," she replied. "He said it was 'payback'."
"Hm," he nodded as his eyes scanned the cafeteria for the moronic senior. The dark-skinned blonde (obviously dyed, if he could see the dark brown roots from across the entire room) was laughing with his friends. He'll get the bastard back somehow. This… was strike two.
▫ộ» Mischief Managed «ộ▫
A/N: Dropped a few more hints about Emmett/Harry. I think I'm slushy-ing Kurt a bit much, but... eh. *shrugs*
I am also open to any ideas or scenes you guys can give me. To be honest, I've had this done since Tuesday, I just wanted to stay on schedule. I'm also running out of things to do with this, even if I know where I want it to go.
If anyone would also like some of the explanations without having to go dig them up yourselves, (like how the veil/portal made it's way from Mexico to Ohio), feel free to ask and I'll give it to you in the next chapter!
