Guess who's back? ...wait, why are you looking at me like that wasn't a rhetorical question? (I)
Yes, Karovsky's evil, (Do) and I wish upon him a fiery death. Who knows, maybe he'll get it. Lets find out, shall we? (Not)
Warning, Karovsky and the jocks are at it again with their potty mouths, (Own) so this is borderline M for the swearing. (Glee.)
Today I decided to change the title of the story from It's Magic to Hard School Magic. (It's not High School Musical!)
So, It's Magic - Hard School Magic. Got it?
Let the ninth chapter commence! ...Oh, yeah, I'm back. (There. You got the answer to the very first freaking question. Happy?)
"Knock knock." Kurt ignored the tall boy behind him in favor of copying the notes from the blackboard. "Knock knock." Still ignoring. "Knock knock." Kurt sighed and looked over his shoulder. Finn was grinning at him. "Knife." Big surprise...
Finn had been bugging him and being so annoying, that Kurt actually had to resist the temptation to blow his head off. The result of the peer pressure from the football team.
Kurt had seen it all happen. Apparently, it started a while before the letter incident, in the locker room. Karovsky had forced him to join the jock-gang again, and the day after that, Finn had left Glee. That was the first day ever Rachel was quiet. The second day was the day of the letter incident.
The jocks stormed in, throwing TP around and letting letters fall on the ground. Eleven letters. Then, Karovsky came walking up to Kurt. And BAM! Slushie in the face. Laughing, the jocks left the room. Schue stood there for a second, before running off, probably to the principal. Kurt thought he saw Sylvester behind the now closed door, but that could have been the slushie.
After a few seconds of silence, Finn felt the need to speak up. "Owned." And with a snicker, he was off.
Everyone looked at each other, confusion and anger more than obvious in their eyes. Mercedes muttered a cleaning spell, and Kurt sighed in relief when his outfit was returned to it's perfect self. All that remained were the eleven letters.
The eleven people in the room looked at each other again. Nothing changed for several minutes. Then, Kurt stood and took a few brave steps to the middle of the room. He picked up the letter nearest to him. Four letters were showing theirselves to Kurt, as if saying: "Open it, go ahead, what in the world would you be afraid of? What's inside us? Well, you should be afraid." Unable to stand the silent mocking, he looked at the boy.
"Matt."
And so the eleven letters were passed around, the last one saying "Hummel". As Kurt sat back down, hands shaking, people started opening their letters. He looked at the faces.
Quinn looked confused. Then her expression turned into shock, and then she ran.
Matt crumpled the piece of paper after reading it, then gave a sideways glance at Mercedes.
Mercedes teared up while reading her letter. Kurt went to sit down next to her and hugged her, gently taking the letter and ripping it into pieces.
Puck froze the letter and shattered it. (A little later, the sound of thunder could be heard throughout the entire school.)
Mike sat on his knees, and started to frantically pray.
Brittany read the piece of paper, and then turned to Santana and whispered in her ear. Kurt thought he had heard: "What does "airhead" mean?"
Santana didn't answer. Instead, she cried. That was the first time anyone in that room had seen her cry.
Tina muttered something, folded the letter into a paper airplane, threw it at the other side of the room, shot a lunar beam to the ceiling, caught the falling knife, and threw it at the still flying airplane, pinning it to the wall.
Mr. Schue, who had returned already, read the letter and made a beeline for the door again.
Rachel looked at the piece of paper in her hands, then looked up with a part hurt, part confident expression.
Kurt hadn't opened his.
And the end of the day, almost everyone had told the others what their letters had said.
"Dear Quinn,
You are such a slut. You got drunk, slept with Zilla, and got yourself a bun in the oven. And time's ticking and it won't take long 'till everyone's gonna see your rounder and rounder belly.
And guess what? We told Sylvester. You're out of the team. You're no longer a cheerleader, and you are no longer at the top of any pyramid. Nor the cheerleading trick, nor the high school food pyramid. You're going to hit rock bottom, and then there's just your stupid Glee Club to keep you down, and nothing pulling you up.
Have a nice life."
"Matt,
We know everything about you. One wouldn't usually think someone who's practically mute would reveal that many secrets, but you, you stupid idiot, kept a diary. Every secret, put in that little book for us to read. You're not very clever, are you? We know about your little crush. The one you used 20 pages for just so you could write everything about her you knew. Guess what? She hates you. You're just another stupid jock who happened to go Glee. She doesn't want you.
You're sick for loving that fatty."
"Damn.
You, Mercedes Jones, are never going to love anyone. Well, not requited that is. You will never have a boyfriend, you will never get married, you will never be kissed. You're so ugly, not even Hummel wants you. You're just another fatty who drowns her sorrow at the Burger King. Quit Glee, quit school, start working at McDonalds, and eat everything they have. 'Cuz that's who you are. The Devourer. Stop breaking our ears with your screaming, and stick to what you know. Like eating. Have a happy obese life.
Fat bitch."
"Hey Puckzilla,
Nice going with the wine coolers again. You got a cheerleader pregnant. "Frozen Sperm", I guess.
Who didn't see this coming? (Pun intended) You screwed so many hoes, you should be having hundreds of kids running around your sorry ass. But somehow, you didn't. Bad swimmers?
Well, they did their work now, seeing as Fabraby is knocked up. Nice going, dude. You deserve a medal.
You're probably not going to be the protective daddy now, are you? Well, you're not going to have sex anytime soon, seeing as the entire population of Lima, Ohio pretty much knows about what you did. Even your mom. Have a nice time explaining that, manwhore."
"Mike, You are so afraid of God. You're Asian, why do you think you're going to heaven? And just because you pushed everyone down who wasn't "worthy" in your eyes, doesn't mean you're worthy. You, and all of your kind, are just filthy rats. God will never accept you, no matter how much you pray, or hate on Hummel. (You can keep doing that though, if you want. The more hate the merrier.) You are just destined to live your afterlife in hell, and nothing will stop that. You don't deserve to go to His paradise. You're unworthy. God hates you. You're going to hell."
"Brittany,
You're a dumb, stupid airhead."
"Santana,
You are possibly the most corrupted person in the world. All you care about is what you want, and how to get it. And how do you get what you want? You screw guys. Guys you don't even care about. But still, even though you barely even know who the guy making out with you is, you still let him take off your cheerleading uniform(and fold it neatly and put it away somewhere safe, because if Sue Sylvester realises one of her Cheerio's is wearing a less than perfect outfit, that girl and the cause of the flawed outfit is dead). You're just a cheap lay, and you aren't worth shit. And guess what, bitch? You lost your touch. You've done it so much, you can't even put passion into it anymore. Vapid whore."
"Hey shut-eyes,
Have you been cutting yourself lately? I bet you did. I sure hope you did, because you deserve to hurt. You are such a whiny goth bitch, going all "Wheeeh, my life is so empty, wheeeh" Well guess what? You're not the most important person in the world. Stop constantly thinking about how much you suck(Not that you don't suck) and start thinking about how awesome we are compared to you. You are just some little brat, crying about yourself all day while molesting yourself with a razor blade. Oh, and one more thing: You. Can't. Sing."
Mr. Schue wasn't around during the sharefest, and he wasn't around for a couple more days after that. Miss Pillsbury was very concerned.
Rachel refused, just flat-out refused, to tell what her letter said. After several (13 minutes and 47 seconds, Kurt kept track) minutes of peering, the kids gave up and turned to the boy sitting closest to the door. Kurt just held up the closed envelope.
After Glee ended 3 days later, Kurt found Rachel in the green room. Her clear voice sang a song Kurt very much recognized. Mom loved this song.
"One day in your life
said love would remind you
how could you leave it all behind
one day in your life
it's gonna find you
with the tears that left me crying
and baby I'm stronger then before
you gotta play it on the line
maybe one day in your life"
Kurt walked over to her. She turned around and faced him silently for a few seconds. Then she softly spoke: "Is something wrong?", a question often asked when constantly under attack from demons.
"Not really, I just heard you sing."
Immediatly, she nearly shrieked: "And? What did you think? Was it good?"
Kurt looked at her, dumbfounded. Rachel Berry, queen of all diva's, actually asked him if he thought she was good? If it wasn't for the whole ancient prophecy thing, he would have been sure the world was ending this very moment. But, as it was, they still had a couple of years.
"Um, sure, it was great." Kurt said, and Rachel's face lit up with happiness and... relief?
"Rachel? What did they write to you?" he then asked. Rachel looked awkward, as if she didn't know what to do, but then grabbed her bag and held out a piece of paper.
"Manhands,
You are the most horrible creature on the planet. Easily. You're such a stupid bossy ugly bitch that it's amazing no one snapped and killed you yet. You feel the need to pull attention to you in any way possible, and the only one you care about is yourself. Self-centered brat. You post video's on Myspace, even though everyone hates them, and you, and you always whine when anyone else gets any kind of attention. And everyone wants to shove a sock into that wretched hole you call a mouth. Seriously, your voice is so terrible that you scare away birds. You will never be a star. Please jab a knife through your throat.
Love,
The Jocks" Kurt looked at the words for a few minutes, then flipped the letter, took a pen out of his bag and started writing. After a couple of minutes, he gave the piece of paper back to Rachel and left.
After Kurt was out of sight, Rachel looked on the backside of the letter.
"Rachel Barbara Berry,
You are the most amazing creature on the planet. Easily. You're such a brilliant strong confident woman that it's amazing no one snapped and killed you yet out of jealousy. You naturally attract attention to you without even trying, and you always care about others. You post video's on Myspace, and everyone loves them, and you, and you rightly protest when someone is given something they can't handle. And everyone wants to have that blessing you call a mouth. Seriously, your voice is so beautiful that you attract birds. You will always be a star. Please jab a knife through Karovsky's throat.
Love,
Kurt"
There we go, Chapter 9 all done.
Mr Schue was never actually supposed to get a letter, but I had forgotten that Artie was already vanguished. Oops?
This feels a bit incomplete, but at least it cements Rachel and Kurt's friendship. Woohoo.
The song is "One Day In Your Life" by Anastacia.
Thanks for the reviews, everyone, and keep 'em coming, please! ...No, wait, where are you going? WAIT! Don't leave! Uhhh... OH LOOK A REVIEW BUTTON YOU HAVE TO PRESS IT AND REVIEW!
Julian out!