I'm scared- tell me how my argument scene turned out please! I'm really not sure I managed to make it realistic, but that was just the way it played out in my head, sorry!
Kurt was right outside the door, but suddenly he was all nerves and second-guessing. Could he really do this? What if his plan didn't work and Luce had to pay for it? What if his plan did work, and he got blood on the extraordinarily expensive dry-clean only Dalton uniform? What if, either way, Luce hated him?
Calm down. Calm. He will already hate you if he finds out you even thought about this, so you may as well do it. Besides, you promised yourself you would defend him to the death, and if the uniform gets blood on it you will have a welcome opportunity to wear something more fashionable to school.
He steeled himself with these thoughts and stepped into the brightly-lit room where the secretary sat absent-mindedly at her desk, hunched over and playing with a pen. She straightened up and adopted a concerned look on her face as Kurt entered, asking him, "Can I help you, sweetie?"
He had already applied his best Kurt-the-victim face before he went in, and answered with fake tears in his voice and in his eyes, "Yes, my name is Kurt Hummel and I need to speak to the Dean immediately about the zero-tolerance bullying policy," and then murmured, apparently to himself but loud enough for her to hear, "I really thought it would be better here…"
She immediately pressed the button to connect her to the other office and said, "A Kurt Hummel to speak to you, sir, about bullying."
There was a muffled reply back and the secretary turned to Kurt and stated, "You can go right on in sweetie." He smirked after he had walk past her, thinking that perhaps he should pride himself on his acting as well as singing skills. The statement was true in a way. He was there to speak to the Dean about bullying, just not about himself being bullied. He was there to reprimand a bully, and hopefully cause some more of it, though he never thought he would want to cause bullying at Dalton when he had transferred there to escape it. Oh well, he has a good reason.
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The Dean was sitting at his desk looking very comfortable, very warm, very inviting. Kurt had been taken in by the farce when he had first set foot in this office, but he was no longer fooled. The man sitting there made Kurt feel sick, made the anger boil up in the pit of his stomach. He knew he wasn't going to need any help from acting with what he was about to do.
"Hey, Kurt, what can I do for you? Bullying problems?" The Dean said in a voice that Kurt could only think of as falsely cheery and concerned and absolutely revolting. It was when he nonchalantly took a sip from his coffee mug that the anger in Kurt's stomach boiled over and searched for a release. Those hands that were holding that mug or resting on the chair so innocently were the same ones that had hit Luce, hurt Luce, scarred Luce both physically and emotionally. For the last time.
Kurt started quietly, knowing that it would not end that way, "So you like hitting your son?"
The man spluttered, sending coffee everywhere, and rose up out of his chair at the accusation, "H-How did you-? Did Luce- ? He couldn't have!"
"I saw the bruises ALL OVER his body, and the scars from previous beatings. I forced him to tell me who it was from."
He saw the older man contemplate why Kurt had seen the all-over of his son's body and come to the false conclusion that many others had, that they were 'together'. He could see the man remembering that Kurt Hummel was, in fact, gay, and had transferred to Dalton for reasons pertaining to that. And he could see the slight sneer of derision that disfigured the man's lip as he replied, "You have no proof."
"Other than the bruises, you mean? No proof that they came from you? What about your son's testimony? Would that work?"
"I could tell them that his lover," The man practically spat the word at Kurt with disgust, "abused him and forced him to say it was me."
"That would require you telling the world that your one-and-only precious company-and-job-inheriting son was gay and had a lover."
The man went white and looked very scared for a second before regaining his composure slightly and raising his voice to say, "That fact will NEVER leave this room."
He grabbed Kurt's collar and brought him close to his face, attempting to intimidate him. Kurt knew he had the upper hand in this argument, but he still couldn't keep his own voice controlled any longer. He found himself shouting at the Dean.
"So you liked to hit your son! And then he told you he was gay and instead of the acceptance that EVERY parent should give his child like my dad gave me, all you gave him was disappointment and more abuse! You hit him more often, and harder! Because you didn't care that he NEEDED you! You didn't care that it wasn't something he CHOSE and that it was something he couldn't change! All you cared about was that your son was a FAG and an EMBARASSMENT and you hit him for it! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR DAMN IMAGE WHEN WHAT YOU SHOULD CARE ABOUT IS YOUR SON, AND I ABSOLUTELY HATE BASTARDS LIKE YOU!"
Kurt was breathing deeply as he finished his rant. His anger had been volatile enough to drive the man who had been holding his collar back several feet from where he had been standing. The man looked slightly shocked and Kurt was beginning to think his vehement lecture had had some affect on the Dean, but a smirk appeared on his face and Kurt knew it hadn't. He had been stupid to even consider that a man who could hit his own children would be changed by a homo's lecture. The man strode closer to him looking cocky, but still remained further back than he had been earlier. Kurt felt a desire to punch the smile off the other man's face, but knew it would endanger his plan so refrained.
"What if I told you that I didn't care about anything you just said and that I can do whatever I damn well like with my son because he's my property and that he has NO right to be gay like you, you little Faggot!" With this the man got right into Kurt's face again, "What if I told you that you were going to leave this office like this whole conversation never happened, and go back to kissing whatever boys you want, my son excluded?"
"What if I told you I had this whole conversation recorded, and am going to use it to get your sorry ass thrown in jail when I convince your son to sue you?" Kurt almost startled himself with this bluff, but no one could have been as startled as the Dean. He turned even paler than earlier, then red, then pale again. He finally settled on red before, almost as though it acted on its own and was not controlled by the man, the fist swung towards his head.
He could have dodged it, maybe, or softened the blow with the cheerleading training he'd had, but he knew he couldn't do that this time. It was what he'd been waiting for; it was the reason he'd gotten him angry.
"A bully will often act out in aggression when confronted and blamed for his acts, which he knows to be wrong."
This bully had acted out in aggression, and Kurt was going to make him pay. He had heard a crunching sound and registered that his nose had been broken; he hoped it wouldn't permanently damage it, but what can you do? After the shock went away the pain arrived, but that couldn't stop Kurt from putting on a wide victory smile.
"I didn't actually," He said, and the man looked up from staring at his fist as though it had grown an extra thumb, "have the conversation recorded, that is."
He saw the Dean's face contort in anger, and held up a hand before he could acquire any more injuries. His voice took on a highly dangerous tone as he said, "You sir, have just hit a student. A gay student at your elite school with zero-tolerance bullying policies. And I assure you, everyone, especially all those elite people whose opinions you care so much about, will know about it very shortly."
Kurt ran out of the office and past a very shocked-looking secretary before the Dean had a chance to put on an expression besides the dumbfounded one Kurt had left him with. He had a promise to hold Blaine accountable to, and he had to try and find a way to explain to Luce that would not result in the boy getting angry and killing him or breaking down with fear. Or both.
He also thought he needed to do something about the pain; it was really starting to get to him. He'd leave the blood though. It would look pretty for the interview.