Wow, I pulled an airhead mood, to all of those who realized I labeled chapter 9 as chapter eight online please tell me you laughed as well. It doesn't screw up the order or anything, it's just rather funny. Anyway, I lost track to how often I updated chapters the other day. I love hearing from you guys though. I know the last chapter was rather fluffy, but sometimes I need my man action. You know you loved the Fang! (Ford+Chang= f+ang=Fang! Badass right?) Anyway, This chapter is going to get lots of things straightened out. I think I'll have the students start a school wide petition to get different teachers and a certain principal out of the school. Can you say run morons run? Maybe a school wide protest by parents and students *smirk* Maybe... Maybe you'll find out in this next chapter. Remember, if you love me and want amazing things to happen... YOU MUST FEED ME WITH FEEDBACK! Reviews = Love
Chapter 10
It wasn't til my father got home at seven that night, in the middle of our Kill Bill marathon, that he heard about the confrontation at school. To say he was less than pleased would be an understatement, to say he violently swore a lie, and that he didn't consider hauling ass over to the school to overhaul ass a timid delicate attempt at being politically correct. In fact I had to talk him out of getting into the gun safe and calling up the guys at the garage. Honorary uncles and brothers all. I really didn't want to have to post bail on them for forming a mob and stampeding their way through my high school. Property damage would definitely lead into to a whole new level of felonies and misdemeanors, it was bad enough around Superbowl, I didn't need it this close to the end of they year, that just did not fit into the pla.
"Dad," I say as Noah and I drag him back into the kitchen, "you need to relax! This isn't good for your blood pressure or health!"
"But Kurt!" He growls. I roll my eyes.
"If you're that mad you can join me at the PTSA and School Board meeting that's being held this Monday," I snap.
"You're going to a PTSA and School Board meeting, Princess?" Noah asks surprised. I nod and smirk.
"I've been trying to get the sex education teacher fired. That man is a walking law suit, so I'm making sure he's filed. Then burned." I cackle and both he and my dad eye me warily.
"I didn't know you hated the dude so much," Noah says. I flap my hand at him.
"Why wouldn't I hate him? The second he learned that he had the resident gay in his classroom he started cracking gay jokes nonstop. Even the jocks got sick of it. I remember when Azimio Adams got up and actually walked out during an exam since the guy ran a running commentary on mammary glands and gay jokes." I turn the microwave on and heat up the food I set aside for my father. "I couldn't get him fired sooner til I found some hard evidence." A cold, calculating smile gleams frostily in the reflective surface of the microwave door.
"Uhh..." Noah says, "do I wanna know?"
"One word, craigslist." The microwave beeps and I plop it in front of my dad who's staring at me from his perch on a stool at the island. "What?"
"How much dirt do you have on people at your school?" My father asks shocked. I smile brilliantly.
"As much as an unobserved, frequently bullied, social pariah grade-A student is expected to have. In other words, a lot." I purr.
"It's gonna be so bad on Monday," Noah cackles. I smile at my best friend and know Friday was just a teaser.
"I think it's time to break out a few phone trees Noah dear. We're going to need reinforcements to make everything worst on Monday." I hear my dad snicker and slap at his hand when he reaches for the cookies in the middle before evening attempting to eat his dinner.
...o0O0o...
Monday comes and I arrive in group with my bros, with the exception for Kurt, but that's because he's off marshaling the female population. Friday's exploits had spread like wild fire and by Saturday when we started getting things started people came out of nowhere and they all wanted to help. I was actually pretty surprised when a math club kid started an argument with one of the hockey players over what should go on the shirts. One of the art kids broke it up by smacking the math kid in the back of the head with her sketchpad while telling both that since neither had any artistic inclination to shut the fuck up. That led the hockey player to digging out his own sketchpad and them trading insults over some discussion type thing that led up to her demanding a date from him. Weird. But the shirts and banners look pretty awesome.
"PUCKERMAN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!" I hear Principal Figgins screech. The guys and I are wearing the exact same shirt, but of course he chooses the badass. Matching black shirts with a bright red X over the sentence 'FIGGINS THE ENABLER.' written in red Graffiti letters.
"We're protesting your enabling attitude Principal Figgins," says Artie in front of me. I was pushing him and he was carrying both of our backpacks. His shirt was tucked in unlike mine or the rest of the guys and he had some leather suspenders on over them.
"Excuse me?" He snarls. The whole hallway was watching him.
"We're protest your apparent approval of the bullying going on in this school." A girl chimes in. He glances at her and freezes at the sight of her shirt. She's wearing a pink version of what we're wearing, except the X is white and the letters in the sentence are purple and written in some loopy, girly style similar to some Victoria Secrets stuff. A girl standing next to her in the same shirt and similar lettering style, but it's turquoise instead of pink, nods. He stares at them then sees another one not too far down. Then he really starts looking around, he slowly takes in the number of shirts,and it's a lot. In fact, while it's not the whole school, a fourth of the students are wearing the shirt, just in different colors and letter fonts, some even have drawings and a few have saying or comments of their experiences on the back. He pales, but goes dead white when he sees Ms. Pillsbury wearing one. That had been a surprise, but then, Kurt's always had a soft spot for her. She'd always tried her best by us, and though she had a lot of useless pamphlets, she'd never condoned how the principal handled things here. Now if she was in charge a lot of us would probably be happier, though we'd probably get even more awkward assemblies, though that would mean we'd get out of class more... Hrmmm. Whatever, I think.
"Good morning, Principal Figgins," she says, "is there a problem?" He rallies.
"What in the world are you wearing?!" He yells at her. She blinks slowly.
"A t-shirt over an adorable button down, a tweed pencil skirt and a pair of cherry red Louboutin Lady Page pumps? Love them by the way Ms. Pillsbury," I hear Kurt drawl. He's wearing a skin tight red version of the shirt covered in signatures and apologies. The entire jock population at school had penned them. He wore skin tight jeans, laced up boots, a vest and a fedora in white with the shirt. His eyes had some smoky thing going on making the eyes sharper and even more mind boggling. In other words, he was in King Gay mode. Behind him was Santana, Brittany and about thirty Cheerios. They were in full performance uniform, and looked decidedly pissed. All of them carried signs.
"What the hell is going on Mr. Hummel?" He bites out and I have to stifle my laughter, he definitely didn't know how to handle my best friend or knew him. There was only one thing Kurt did better than being a bitch, and that was his breath control. Since he definitely wasn't about to serenade the moron I put in my ear plugs, as does everyone else who knows what's about to happen and has them, others just make due by covering their ears with their hands, and we all watch Kurt take a deep breath.
"WE'RE PROTESTING YOU ABJECTIVE AND HIGHLY INCOMPETANT APPROACH TO THE PROBLEMS AT OUT SCHOOL. THE MERE FACT THAT BULLYING HERE IS ENABLED TO THE POINT STUDENTS HAVE TO TRANSFER OUT TO GET AWAY FROM IT IS UNACCEPTABLE. FURTHERMORE THE FACT YOU'VE PREVENTED TEACHERS HERE TO ACT BY ALLOWING ONE COACH TO MAKE ALL YOUR DECISIONS IS UNBELIEVEABLE. YOUR FAILURES AS A PRINCIPAL HAS FORCED THE HAND OF A FOURTH OF THE STUDENT BODY. HOWEVER, I EXPECT BY THE END OF THIS WEEK YOU'LL HAVE PARENTS OF AT LEAST HALF THE SCHOOL PICKETING ON THE FRONT LAWN. DOES THAT ANSWER YOU INANE AND LARGELY BANAL QUESTION?" He belts out in top form. Damn, does he have a set of pipes. But it's over so all the students with shirts and Ms. Pillsbury, pull out ear plugs or uncover their ears. The rest of the people in hall look like they're reeling from the noise. However, it isn't long until the principal receives looks that have a feral quality. Looks like they're pissed at him too and agree with Kurt. The principal turns bright purple.
"You will remove those T-shirts, or remove yourselves from this school." Figgins growls. I smirk knowing what kind of answer is soon to follow. My boy was always three miles a head of anyone, except maybe his dad and me, and that wasn't often. Then Kurt smiles so sweetly I'm almost sure I see unicorns pissing lollipops and rainbows growing from the spot it hits.
"Aw, snap, some shit is gonna hit the fan," Matt whispers excitedly. Mike snort in amusement, Artie merely rubs his hands together with a low cackle, while Finn gives the principal a look of pity. Kurt studies the principal as though deciding which weak spot to attack first. We all settle into watch as the Cheerios move as one to force the principal back and Kurt puts one slender finger in the man's face.
"Are you threatening my freedom of speech?" He sweetly purrs. Figgins flinches. Lawsuits are always fun, I think, especially when you've almost got one from Kurt before, have fun explaining that. "Because... These shirts aren't offensive, most of the teachers are wearing them," oh, so he was able to convince them,I think watching my best friend cut the principal down. We hadn't been sure if they'd agree, looks like they were fed up as well. Kurt continues on, "and they've been approved by the superintendent. I mean, after all his daughter's on the Cheerios," a brunette, who I haven't had the chance to woo yet, coyly wiggled her fingers at him in hell. Figgins looked like he swallowed his tongue. Kurt smiles savagely and finishes, "And he thinks that working collectively to better the school should be something all students have a part in." Figgins looks positively green. He pushes through and fast walks away. We all watch him as he turns the corner then Santana laughs. We look at her and she snuggled up against Kurt. I feel a small spurt of how close they are and shut it off. I mean, I wasn't going to be jealous that someone liked Kurt that much, it wasn't cool.
"That was a little mean," Santana drawls, "I loved it. Why aren't you fucking me again?" She asks Kurt fluttering her lashes. He chuckles lowly and pecks her on the cheek.
"I'm gay darling, so go play with someone else," he nuzzles her cheek and turns back to the boys. "Yo bros, 'sup?" He says in jock like manner. The Cheerios all move closer and a few plaster themselves against him. It looks like they'd all like to jump him right now. Damn that's hot.
"Princess you look like a porno with all those chicks," I say with a grin and he laughs.
"Cheerios stick together. They felt bad about not watching my back, and I felt bad that I hadn't straightened things out with Sylvester sooner. However, that's been cleared up. Sylvester pretty much demanded a shirt this morning and anyone complaining about it in the teacher's lounge pretty much crawled away. Most of the teachers are cool with it and the sex ed teacher quit this morning. Something about moving to a foreign country. I guess someone finally called the IRS on him." Kurt says cheekily. Everyone smiles at him.
"Kurt, my gay friend, you are in a class of your own." Artie says with a snicker. I smile fondly at the boy. He's a pretty cool guy as well since he's helping me out with my math and science. Kurt's amazing but he's a better tutor with English and singing.
"I know," Kurt says smugly and everybody laughs. "Well, I gotta get to class," he looks at Finn and me and smiles, "you guys are riding with me tonight? To the PTSA and board meeting?" I nod but Finn shakes his head.
"Sorry, I told my mom about it yesterday and she decided she wanted to go there as well. She also grounded me about the bullying, I'm like... Forbidden from video games and junk food for the next year, though she might make an exception if I do well on my finals." He looks at Kurt pleadingly during the last sentence. Kurt smiles wryly.
"Don't worry Frankenteen, I'll tutor you in what I can, ask Artie for help with the rest though, he's in the same classes even though he's a year behind us. You know you really should have skipped another grade," Kurt says. Artie shrugged.
"I ended up behind 'cause of the wheelchair y'know that." He says back and both smile sadly at each other. "You were in the same boat kind of because of your mom, though you were stubborn and made sure to pass." Kurt nods and they share another look. They've been friends a long while, probably as long as Finn and I, and they were also best friends though Tina and the baby thing have kinda separated them, like Finn and I except with Quinn and the whole 'you slept with my bitch of a girlfriend'. I decide this isn't good for either and reach over and offer a fist bump in goodbye and Kurt smiles softly before bumping it. The dudes and I wander away, Mike, Matt and Finn splitting off to go to class and I'm left with a wistful looking Artie. He glances at me and I must have looked nice or something 'cause he just shakes his head and starts sharing.
"S'kay, third grade for both of us was pretty sucky, 'course Kurt handled it and I was in the hospital unable to. We're fine, and Kurt's a kick ass bitch who'd handle anyone their balls if they tried anything about that time. So... How fun was it watching Figgins pretty much wet himself?" I laugh and let it go.
"Fucking amazing,"I reply pushing him to his locker. I don't need to go to mine since I'm gonna sneak off and nap in the nurse's office until lunch. I'm pretty tired, and math isn't that interesting and I'm getting tutored. So I figure it's cool. I chuckle before saying, "I kinda wish I saw Kurt squaring off with Sylvester though. That bitch is crazy, but Kurt seems to handle it awesomely."
"Dude, Kurt handled Rachel for like... two years. He's beast at it, and he hasn't completely snapped. If you think what he did to Finn and the teachers was his worst, you should have seen him the first time someone tried to mess with me about my wheelchair. There's reason Tina and I are avoided and only slushied on occasion is because Kurt takes care of his own." Artie swears as he starts pulling and dumping stuff out of the locker into his bag and alternately from his bag to the locker. I chuckle.
"Yeah, but it's pretty damn scary already." I say, "I can't really imagine it getting worse."
"Well, those times were spurs of the moment and stuff right?" He asks and I nod in agreement after thinking it over. He grins, "well imagine if it was premeditated?" I flinch and he nods. "He's always been amazing with cars, people, and plans, man. Imagine if you pissed him off just enough to the point he was about to snap but didn't, then imagine you left him alone for a week or two to plot. I swear, he's probably got more dirt on the people in this school, than the FBI or CIA does. He's that insanely organized and evil." I look at him in disbelief.
"Really?" I ask surprised.
"Puck, in middle school a teacher 'accidentally' shoved me down a short flight of stairs. Kurt was furious. I had to call his father to prevent him from beating the teacher. So after he got past the initial anger he sat down and started planning things out. He wouldn't have gone through with it, but the next day I was being bullied by a group of students and the teacher congratulated them on picking on the cripple." I felt a huge rush of anger and protective urges and actually growled. Artie just arches an eyebrow at me and I flush embarrassed. He smiles kindly at me and continues with the story, "well, Kurt said he wasn't going to let it go. By the time we graduated the man was divorced, unemployed, wanted for multiple different felony accounts, and in a mental institute. Kurt painstakingly researched then revealed each negative part of the man."
"Damn," I whisper. Artie glances at me wryly before saying.
"Why do you think half of the football team and all of the hockey team had problems with their cars and get cock blocked so often? I was surprised you were able to even get Quinn pregnant, that boy took it easy on you I guess. He knew it wasn't out of malice. Though I'm sure if you continued for another couple of years he'd have you stuck and married to the next girl you knocked up." I winced.
"So... Apologizing to him again might be a good idea?" I say nervously.
"Nah, he's very forgiving, so if you've apologized already and he's accepted he's put it behind him. He has the biggest heart, so he'll love everyone, but don't think he won't retaliate if provoked. You've seen him in Mother Bear mode, and now..." He plucks at the shirt grinning widely, "you get to see him in General King Bitch mode." I can't help but laugh. I push him to the next class and then ditch to the nurse's office. My best friend was seriously a crazy awesome badass, just not as crazy awesome badass as me, though some days I wondered. Nah, the Puckinator was the best badass, but maybe Kurt was best bitch? Huh, oh well time to nap.
...o0O0o...
I walked in with my mom fussing with my collar. She made me dress up and the shirt made my neck itchy so I'd tug at it then she'd have to fix it again, then it'd itch and... Well, let's just say it was a tireless loop that had her fiddling with it yet again. Standing there awkwardly in the hallway I waited for her to finish smoothing it before muttering something about getting a drink of water before darting over to a water fountain with a hidden sigh of relief. After a few sips I head back towards the room where the meeting is being held. Stopping by the door and have to smile and wince at how close my mother is to Kurt's father. When he leans down to kiss her I jerk my eyes away only to land on Kurt and Puck chilling next to each other. Puck has his left arm draped and relaxed over Kurt's shoulders and Kurt is looking up fondly at him as Puck half-smiles down at the shorter boy. I prevent the 'aww' reflex and wander over. Neither seem to have figured out that they want to get in the others pants, which was weird since they're like teenage boys and shouldn't they always want to make out with the person they liked? I plop myself down in the chair next to Kurt and nod in greeting and receive their patent response; a smirk from Puck and a relaxed lazy pat from Kurt accompanied with a slight scolding about my clothes paired with a bright smile.
The meeting starts and I listen absently as they drone on and argue over petty bullshit. Seriously? Who gave a fuck about whether or not people were properly mowing the front lawn of an elementary? Who cared about that lady being absent because her pug was giving birth? Seriously, they were super lame. Finally, they called for any new business from the audience and Kurt lazily raised a white hand.
"Sir, I have a point to bring up," Kurt says calmly after being called up. "My name is Kurt Hummel and I'm a student at McKinley High School and I along with several others would like to file a complaint against the faculty there."
"What type of complaint would that be?" The superintendent said while Figgins sputtered a few rows away earning a disapproving glare. I grinned at Kurt as he stood and pulled out several folders.
"Misappropriation of funds." He states calmly, "As well as criminal negligence against the principal for hindering school administrators and teachers from properly addressing bullying. I also have with me several witness statements and a petition for the board to hold a review session on the principal's actions over the past several years, as well as a request you do an audit on all McKinely funds." The long table of Board members blinked and then almost turned at one to stare at Figgins.
"Why do you suggest an audit Mr. Hummel?" A gray haired woman near the end asked.
"Because our sex education teacher, who was hired by Figgins personally with no background check," there was a murmur of anger at that, "who is actually a part of Figgins' special golf club is facing IRS charges as well as federal charges for misappropriation of funds through a local charity and dodging his income taxes."
"I see, and why specifically Figgins?" Another member asked his shortly cropped hair a mixture of black and white.
"Because while there are over ten different clubs at our school, as well as currently nine sport teams at our school, and though Cheerios gets a large amount of the 'funds,' there's approximately nine thousand missing dollars of funding that was allocated to a specialized bank account with no stated purpose."
"And how do you know about this Mr. Hummel?" the superintendent
"I work in the front office for community service sir, specifically for the school accountant who frequently argued with the principal over our school's slushy machine. It earns several hundreds of dollars a month, however the amount never made it into the club and activities fund bank account, which frequently, if not every semester, runs out."
"That shouldn't be possible, the board takes into consideration how much money is needed, budgets an amount out for each school, then leaves it to the school's student council to disperse the allotment given." Another Board member bursts in.
"Principal Figgins overruled such a decision when Coach Sylvester had a problems receiving enough money for artificial suntanning six years ago. While the coach has since agreed to organize sponsorships and fund-raising, the principal has not returned control to the students. This was a decision that was made two years ago." A fine murmur descends over the whole room and Kurt offers a bright smile. "Personally, if I had a choice, I'd fire the principal after an audit of the school financial records, and perhaps charges. However, I'll leave the paperwork to you." The panel nodded and motioned him forward. He passes Figgins in the front row and I see the slight pause as he goes by and I'm nearly certain he's said or looked at the man because he pales even further. He finishes striding up and offers the whole panel packets of papers. They nod at him and he resumes his seat. Puck leans over and whispers in Kurt's ear, "now to watch the bombs explode." Kurt smirked.
"Exactly Noah, exactly."
...o0O0o...
Kurt sat back and watched Ms. Pillsbury inform the students about what had gone down at the PTSA on Monday. They board had ordered a review of all of Figgins actions as principal and an audit of the school's and the principal's financial records. Now it was Thursday and the school was a twitter over the newspaper headlines screaming HIGHSCHOOL PRINCIPAL DRAGGED AWAY IN CUFFS. Kurt felt more than a little pleased. It had turned out the man had been skimming for years, even when he had been a guidance counselor. Something Kurt was still trying to figure out. Furthermore there had been a number of records of bribes. It appeared that Mr. Figgins was a not so high-functioning alcoholic. While he could personally understand that Coach Sylvester could drive anyone to knocking a couple back, four DUIs for a mixture of rum and coke did not float. The board, as anyone could figure, had not been please and immediately dismissed him and filled charges.
They had even further gone into a close review of all the bullying and disciplinary actions in the past ten years. Something that had upset them further. There was now a county wide ordinance that severely laid out that there would be zero tolerance for such shenanigans further. Currently the board was discussing a push towards the governor to make such actions a state wide priority. They weren't likely to get it, but with the ten or so odd number schools in their hold they were doing their best.
"Ahem," Ms. Pillsbury said finally done shuffling her notes around. "As you may all know, Mr. Figgins has been removed from his position here at McKinley. As such until they are able to hire a competent principal, vice principal and dean I will be taking up the mantel. I hope that you take the recent actions of the majority and toss them out. Bullying and social cliques at our school have run rampant and there will be an end to it. As your interim principal I can and will punish any offender who believes they can get away with such ill hatched actions. As we have no dean, I have asked Coach Sylvester to fill in. If you decide to misbehave in appropriately, in any shape, size or form you will be reporting to her and I." The assembly seemed to collectively flinch at the mention of Sylvester who loomed like a red nylon bat behind the well dressed younger woman.
"Furthermore, I would like to remind you that any repeat or ostentatious offenses means an increase in the severity of the punishment. If I have to call in the school deputy I will not be pleased." It was strange to see the cuddly like a bunny guidance counselor scowl, but it worked. Stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jacket I smiled. The school would be getting a lot better, Cheerios had a competition soon, Glee had a sing off, and soon Noah's baby girl would be greeting us and the world.
Life couldn't possibly be better.
Sorry it took so long to finally update. Life's been hectic and the plot fought me in the last few paragraphs. Hopefully the next one will be quicker.