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-JC


Chapter 9

The Threat


Monday, and Dave was still confused on how to exact his plan. No matter how he did it, the result needed to be the same: Kurt has to leave McKinley. This was the only way for him to be safe. Right now, the bully was looking through the hallway, students passed by him, blocking the sight of Kurt talking to his glee club friend. David looked up to see Kurt's locker wide open. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the picture inside. Of course, that preppy kid would be in his locker. He rubbed his knuckles together, worried about how this might go. Anything might happen after this, but he had to do it.

Once Mercedes left, Dave charged in, ready as he'll ever be. "Hey!" He shouted out, turning Kurt around with one swift movement.

Kurt's eyes grew at the sight of the bully who punched him, but he stood his ground. "What do you want?" He leaned his head a little bit closer.

"You know, I'm just about sick and tired of-" David looked at Kurt head to toe multiple times, the furrow present in his eyes, "you parading your gay ass in this school."

Kurt scoffed at the teen's reasoning, rolling his eyes in disbelief. "Oh that's your reason huh?" Kurt poked Karofsky's shoulder, not really feeling the rage he had a couple of weeks ago, but still pretty miffed. Standing up to himself was key. He didn't care that he was still applying makeup to hide the bruise this same person caused, he had to do this.

The gesture was what Dave was waiting for. Once Kurt poke him for the third time he swiped the hand off and held it up in the air. "Don't touch me, faggot." He leaned in closer to whisper the next thing that he was going to say, teeth clenched together and his lip curled. "Touch me again, and I'll kill you." He flicked Kurt's arm downward, causing the boy to lose some of his balance.

David went off to God knows where, leaving Kurt standing in the hallway, his left hand clutching the strap of his bag.


"What?" Blaine shouted out loud, slightly choking on the sandwich that he put in his mouth just a few seconds ago. The dislodged food was easily taken care of with a sip from his drink. "Your dad's getting married? To who?"

"Finn's mom." Kurt said matter-of-factly as he set down his drink on the table.

"Wow." He said, nodding his head a little bit in agreement.

"Yeah, I know. And talking to Finn about it was the most difficult thing I've ever done."

"I guess" Blaine looked around, seeing if anyone was paying attention to them. He wasn't discrete though, because Kurt looked at him with a raised eyebrow right when their eyes locked. Blaine noticed the eye contact and immediately looked away. A small pause filled the air. "So, has Ms. V. called you about anything?" Blaine continued.

Kurt sipped a little more of his drink, clearing his throat. "No, she hasn't. How about you?" Kurt crossed his legs as he reached for his meal.

"No, but I've been thinking about it. It's not like everything in our lives are gonna change right?" Kurt nodded, though he had to confess, he had been using his hypnotic suggestion on select people for quite a while. "I mean, we should just live our lives as if we don't have them right?"

"Yes." Kurt agreed. It had been so difficult just suppressing his ability to manipulate people's thoughts, but somehow, he was able to do it. Before, merely giving simple commands were enough to trigger a response from anyone, Karofsky punching him was a fine example, but now, he can turn his ability on and off whenever he wanted to. Somehow, he was glad that Blaine brought it up, because in no way this newfound thing should be an unfair advantage in his life. "Yes." Kurt reiterated after thinking a little.

Blaine raised his hand, palms wide open. "Promise?"

Kurt laughed at the gesture, remembering that one time they did this before. He put his hand in his, softly aligning their fingers. "Promise." One by one, their fingers curled until their hands were intertwined. Kurt laughed to himself, bending his head down, his other hand covering his face.

"Why what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just remembered Tarzan doing this." Blaine immediately felt flustered, his cheeks turned red. The boy quickly turned away letting go of Kurt's hand. He stuttered to himself, not really knowing what to say.

"Well, I'm okay with it. Are you? I mean we could stop doing it if you want."

"Oddly enough Blaine, it's fine. Kind of dorky, but I like it."


A knock on the door threw Blaine's concentration off as a blonde boy came into view. The baritone looked up with a smile, closing his Pre-Calculus book and setting it on the table. "Hey, Jeff, what's up?" Blaine stood up, welcoming the other boy with a smile and a slight touch on the shoulder.

"Nick hasn't called me yet." Jeff sat on Blaine's bed, head pointed down to the floor.

Blaine rubbed the boy's back in an attempt to at least make him feel better. A boyfriend moving away was hard for anyone to handle. "Hey, it's going to be fine. I'm sure he's just settling in."

"It's been two days Blaine." A brief pause followed. Blaine thought about it, and two days was a very long time without any form of communication, especially with the technology today. "He hates me."

The Warbler gasped at the words Jeff chose. "No, he doesn't. Trust me Jeff, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does. I couldn't do anything." The boy was having a hard time talking now, forceful intakes of air impeded with his speech, small drops of water threatened to drop from his eyes. "I couldn't." He mumbled through his hands that covered his face.

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't understand Blaine." Jeff shook his head.

"Understand what, Jeff? Tell me." Blaine knelt in front of the boy, slowly taking Jeff's hands away from the face they covered. Jeff ran away from Blaine, tears still flowing in his eyes about whatever reason he gave Blaine.

I couldn't do anything. The boy's voice rang in Blaine's head. He wondered how he should be able to do anything for Nick. It was a natural matter, so Jeff couldn't have been able to do anything for his boyfriend. You wouldn't understand Blaine. In fact Blaine didn't understand. He didn't understand why Jeff just ran away from him when he was the one that went to him for companionship.

Blaine stuttered to himself, confused about what just happened.


To say Kurt was shaken after the whole Karofsky incident before glee was an understatement. Karofsky stood there, looking at Kurt with a threatening face, using his stature top prove his strength over the flamboyant teen. Kurt backed away, considering his options. "I don't want you near me." Kurt suggested. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he had to. The boy threatened him and by human nature, he just wanted to survive, using any means necessary, but something went wrong.

Karofsky kept on moving forward. Kurt was at a standstill, his mental suggestion failed once again, as it did with Blaine. And when the jock menacingly poked his chest, Kurt's heartbeat went up. I can't do anything was the only thought that entered his head. Much like what happened in the locker room, he feared that he was going to get beat up, but now, this was Karofsky's own decision, and who knows how much worse it could be.

"Can I have this?" Karofsky said, taking the bride and groom trinket from Kurt's hand, pulling it up so that Kurt could see. He just stood there, not really knowing what to do. The threat was real, and there was nothing he could do about it. Fear overruled any other emotion now.

I'm gonna die. Kurt's lip shivered as Karofsky's form inched closer.

"Thanks." At that, the footballer walked away.

Mr. Schue came up to him right after Karofsky left, still shivering at the fear that he couldn't do anything to protect himself. "Are you okay?" Kurt shook his head. He whimpered as the glee club director suggested they go to the principal's office.


Madison High School. Cameron walked around the school, still quite nervous considering he was still the new kid. New kids were always the ones that got picked on, but once a certain Elizabeth Mann started showing interest in him, his so called street cred went up. The girl wrapped her arm around his as he headed to his next class. "So I heard you're not the new kid anymore." Cameron looked at her with furrowed eyebrows as he clutched his notebook.

"What do you mean?"

"I hear there's this kid that came from a snobby-rich-kid-all-boy school transferring here. He's a sophomore too."

"Rich kid huh?" Cameron showed some kind of interest. He wanted to know this new boy, or at least meet him, just to see if his suspicions were correct.

"What are you planning?" Elizabeth asked as they turned the corner.

"Nothing, I just wanna meet him."

"Sure…." She trailed the word as long as she could, letting go of Cameron's arm. She waved goodbye to him as she turned around, going to her class. Because she had the symbol on her right hand, a glove usually covered it. It was weird since she only had one hand covered, but because she was well respected in this school, it turned into a fashion statement.

The day went rather slow for Cameron. His teachers droned on and on about the usual school stuff. It wasn't like he didn't know all of this already. That was what the problem was with public education: kids weren't challenged enough and the curriculum was as slow as a starfish. He sighed waiting for the bell to ring.

After a few more grueling minutes the bell rung, signifying lunchtime. Unluckily for him, the new kid wasn't in any of his morning classes. If he was fortunate enough, the boy might have the same lunch period as him. The line was very long. Students came and went, filling up the cafeteria with loud chatter and roughhousing. With his lunch tray in hand, Cameron searched for an unfamiliar face, which was practically everyone, one one boy certainly piqued his interest. He knew that the boy would be alone on his first day, and that hunch was correct. He thought that the new kid would be an unfamiliar face, now that hunch couldn't be wronger than the word "wronger". He'd seen this boy before. He came up to the table, silently maneuvering through the multitude of chaotic teens. The boy hadn't changed at all. He still had the same coifed jet black hair as before. Cameron smiled at the memory of days past before saying: "Hi Nick".

Nick looked up at the voice, knowing full well who it belonged to. His eyes bulged at the blonde kid in front of him. "Cameron?"


Behind all the good news, bad news were always present. The marriage planning was going well, and Kurt couldn't be happier with the progress that he made. All that was left now was to teach his father and his soon-to-be stepbrother how to dance. Everything was going well, but Karofsky had to go and ruin it all.

"What the hell was that?" Burt asked, looking over to the door where Karofsky was.

Kurt thought it normal, since he has been treated like this since he came out. His usual response to this question came out. "It's nothing dad." Nothing that they needed to know anyway, with the ceremony coming soon, they needed to focus on getting their feet to work for them.

"It was not nothing. That guy was making fun of you." Burt approached his son. "What's hell was his name?"

"Tell him Kurt." Kurt rolled his eyes, of course Finn would be the one to give it away.

"Tell me what?" Burt parroted. It was seriously happening now.

"Tell him or I will." Finn said. Kurt looked around, trying to avoid eye contact.

"His name's Dave Karofsky. He's been harassing me for a few weeks now."

"Harassing you how?" Burt interjected.

"Just shoving me, and giving me a hard time." Kurt tried to keep it simple, telling his father the small things that shouldn't really matter, the small things that everyone around him knew as well. He hoped that this was enough to get his father's back off the subject.

"There's more, there's something else you're not telling me." But of course it wasn't. Kurt got his hard-headedness from his father, and if he knew his dad, the man would keep asking him what else there was. Before he could think about a more proper excuse, the secret he was hiding came out.

"He threatened to kill me."


Blaine walked through the dormitory common room, looking occasionally at his phone, waiting for a text from Kurt. He honestly didn't even remember why he was walking around in the common room. He guessed he was just bored when classes weren't in session. Usually the Warblers would be practicing right now, but with Wes and Thad out of town for family reasons, the Warblers were free to do as they wished, which was driving Blaine crazy.

He looked up, putting his phone back in his pocket and saw a familiar Warbler sitting on the corner couch. "Hey Jeff," Blaine said, standing next to the boy who was smiling beyond belief. "How's it going?" He sat down, putting his hands over his knees.

"Nick called me today." Jeff tightly clutched the phone in his hand, putting it over his chest.

"That's great! What did he say?"

"Well, he asked me if I could visit him soon. And that he was sorry. He accidentally left his phone inside his dad's car. I still say that's not a valid excuse, but I'm just glad he doesn't hate me." Blaine hugged Jeff, knowing exactly how he felt. Kurt had not been calling for a while, but with the wedding going on, he understood. He just missed Kurt's company.

They let each other go. Blaine smiled at the taller boy's excitement, tapping the other Warbler's thigh in a congratulatory manner.

"He's going to Madison now. and he said he's made a couple of friends." Jeff looked down at the floor, shaking his leg as he told Nick's story. "There's no glee club there, but that's the only bad thing he could think of." Jeff paused for a little bit, trying to remember anything else that Nick told him earlier that day. "Oh and guess who he found." Jeff looked at Blaine in the eyes, looking excited.

"Who?" Blaine perked up a little bit, Jeff's good mood somehow affected him.

"Cameron." Jeff said with a smile and a small outward breath of excitement.

"Cam?" Blaine's eyes grew at the mention of the name. His head shook multiple times, not staying on one position for more than one second.

"Aren't you excited?"

"I-I uh." Blaine rubbed his hands on his thighs, his voice wavering every second that passed. "I gotta go."


"Kurt, listen…" Burt walked up to Kurt after David was expelled from McKinley, leading his son towards their vehicle. The man's arm held on to his son's shoulder as they approached the car. "Kurt," He looked at Kurt's eyes with a worried look.

"I am your father. And I will always protect you." Kurt looked away, biting his lip, knowing what his father was about to say. "But, I can't do that if you keep secrets from me." The boy thought for a moment. Secrets. "I just… I won't be able to live with myself if something happened to you." Burt let go of Kurt's shoulder, straightening Kurt's face so that they looked each other in the eye. "I love you, son"

"I love you too, dad."

"I know. Just, no more secrets okay?" Burt moved away from the teenage boy, heading for the driver's seat of the car. He pulled out his car keys and with one swipe, he picked out the correct one and put it inside the keyhole. He looked at his son, who just stayed where he stood, arms folded and lip curled. Burt opened the door and gestured for Kurt to go over to the other side of the car.

"Dad, I have something to tell you."


Next Chapter: Kurt tells Burt of his ability. Kurt might move to Dalton in Chap 8 or 9. Depends on how the other story-lines go

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-JC