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Blaine, Wes, and David sat in their second hour class, the teacher no where to be seen. Thad was even sitting next to Blaine, which he seldom did. David had had his phone out in front of him the whole morning, even texting all through first hour. "Who are you texting anyway?"
"Santana." he responded.
Blaine was taken aback. "Kurts friend? The girl from New Directions?" David nodded. "Why?"
"She gave me her number, I texted her and we are just flirtin' a bit. No big deal." David said, still staring at his screen.
"I thought she had a boyfriend."
"Irrelevant." he said.
"Very relevant." Blaine argued. "You can't flirt with other peoples girlfriends, David. Its not-"
"But apparently its okay to make out with their boyfriends." said a voice behind him. Blaine rolled his eyes, turning around and seeing Mark, sitting smugly behind him.
David had stopped texting, to turn around as well. "Screw off Mark, no one likes you."
"Not even your mom." Wes added,
"Shut up virgin." Mark said, smirk big as ever.
It was such a boy thing. Insult a mans pride, they will always retaliate. Why was it such an insult to a man to be a virgin? "I am not."
"Your mom doesn't count." a few of Marks friends started laughing.
"Yours does." Thad said suddenly, and the whole room erupted in 'ooooohs'. "Up top!" David and Thad high fived over Blaine.
Suddenly the door opened and a tall, tanned man of Mexican origin walked in, their teacher. His name was Richards, and he was always stern, and silent. He set his things down, then surveyed the room. "Mr. Michaelson? Your wanted at the office."
No one made a sound while Mark pushed himself out of his seat and walked out the door. To be called to the office was a big deal, needing to be called there seldom for a good reason. Blaine glanced at Thad, who was smirking. Probably seeing Blaine out of the corners of his eyes, he looked at Blaines confused face. "There have been complaints."
"What kind of complaints?" Blaine whispered.
Thad looked away. "You'll find out soon enough."
By lunch, Blaine had forgotten about Mark. Thad even sat by him, and he didn't bring it up at all. It was him, Blaine, and Kurt at the table so far, Wes and David getting food. "Three days until Regionals fella's." Thad said, taking a bite of his sub sanwhich.
Kurt sighed. "I hope I don't mess it up."
Thad snorted. "If anything you will win it for us. I would like to see them try to beat out our counter-tenor. I am not even worried about Aural Intensity, if anything the name makes me giggle."
"Gross." Kurt said.
"But you are worried about New Directions." Blaine stated.
Thad shrugged. "They don't have one or two good singers, they are all impressive."
"Who?" David said from behind them, Wes right next to him. They sat down.
'"New Directions."
"So is Aural Intensity." Kurt murmured, staring at Thad. David and Wes started snickering. "What? What is so funny?"
"Oral Intensity." David cackled.
"Its Aural. A-U-R-A-L, you pig." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"Don't pretend that was an accident. Its a total innuendo." David said, smirking. He picked up a fork, which slipped out of his hand and hit the table, then floor, in a loud cladder. "God damn it Thad!"
"What did I do?" Thad asked, voice slightly raised.
"Everything." Wes answered, shaking his head at a very confused Thad.
David leaned over to grab his fork. "We went a few days without you two har-"
'"Jesus Thad, shut up!" Blaine said, unable to keep a straight face.
"Whatever." Thad huffed. "Did anyone get the notes from Lit yesterday? I can't figure what the movie was about."
"It was about you shutting up." David said, not looking at Thad and poking his food.
That would probably be the last time Thad would sit with them.
Thad Howard: will probably punch David Martin.
David Martin: You don't have the BALLS.
Wes Young: Bahaha.
Blaine Anderson: Thad is all talk. I would LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY
David Martin: Thad Howard just punched me in the leg D= Charlie horse!
Thad Howard: =P
Blaine Anderson: Ahahahaha David Martin screamed like a pre pubescent girl
Wes Young: He totally did!
David Martin: FUUUUU-
Ten minutes before Warblers practice, most of the boys were already in their, doing typical boy stuff. "Pass it!" David screamed.
Blaine chucked the football at him, David catching it before it slammed into his stomach. He jumped on one of the chairs, onto the table, and onto the floor while he tried to make his way to the other side of the large room, two boys or so tackling him, knocking a chair over.
Kurt watched, far away by the door, with amusement. Boys had their blazers and ties off, for once, and they all knew Wes would have a fit when he got to the room, but it sure as hell didn't stop them. "FLINT!" David threw the ball, Flint catching it and dodging around someone, getting to the 'end zone'. Half the boys got loud, whopping.
The doors opened, and Wes stood there a moment, taking it all in. "What the hell are you guys doing?"
"Nothing." Blaine said breathlessly. "Waiting for you..."
David climbed off the floor, everyone silent. Wes sighed. "Come on, council members."
David rolled his eyes, turning to Blaine. "Time to be the grown up." and walked behind Thad to the table. The boys settled themselves while the meeting started, a bit of talking, then started to practice.
Kurt was talking to Blaine when David walked over, holding his phone out. "Do you know a kid named Sam, Kurt?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Sam Evans?"
'"I don't know, he is in New Directions apparently."
"Sam Evans, yes. Why?"
"He is texting me, all pissed off because I'm talking to that Latino chick." David said, looking slightly troubled.
"Probably because they are dating, sort of." Kurt said, not looking sure.
"Told you." Blaine said.
"He is pretty pissed." David said. "I think, he can hardly spell anything."
"He's dyslexic." Kurt monotoned.
"Oh." David looked guilty. "I feel bad for what I said now."
"What did you say?"
"I would rather not tell you it out loud." he said, pocketing his phone, falling in place next to Kurt.
While Wes started talking, Blaine heard snippets of the conversation behind him.
"What did you say."
"...Stupid...trying to over compensate for a small di-...I didn't..."
"-dyslexic you moron why..."
"-was I supposed to kn-..?"
"Would you two be quiet?"
"Shut up Thad." Kurt hissed.
After Warbler practice, Kurt pulled out his phone, groaning. "I have three voice mails from Sam. Good job, David."
"What did David do?" Wes inquired defensively, ready to protect his friend.
"He is trying to get with Kurts friends girlfriend." Blaine said.
"I am just talking to her, thats all!" David defended, seeing them all turn on him.
"Dude, I thought you were still dating Sheria." Wes said, stopping and making the rest stop.
David rolled his eyes. "We are just talking-"
"You can't mess around behind Sheria's back." Wes said hotly.
"I'm not." David argued. "Why would you care?" Wes went silent, something didn't seem right.
Blaine and Kurt both had wide eyes, glancing at each other. Blaine knew they were both hoping David and Wes weren't about to start fighting again.
But they didn't find out, because suddenly a loud voice shook the hall. "HUMMEL."
Before they had time to react, a large pair of hands were on Kurts chest shoving him down to the floor. Blaine was practically about to jump this new intruder, but a pair of arms grabbed him violently and pulled him away. "Blaine, no!"
"What the hell is your problem?" Blaine exploded, struggling to rip away from David to beat Mark senseless.
Mark sneared. "Didn't know you were a nark, Kurt."
Kurt looked up at him with soft doe eyes, confused and vulnerable. "What are you talking about?" he asked softly, his voice strained. This only made Blaine struggle harder, the way Mark made Kurt talk pushed Blaine farther into a rage. All he could think of was hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him.
"I got expelled." Mark snapped. "Because of complaints." Hey, that sounded familiar.
Suddenly, another person was there, pushing his way between Wes and David. The figure shoved Mark away from the group roughly. "He didn't tell anyone, asshole. Me and about ten other Warblers and twenty other students did."
"...Thad?" Blaine asked, no longer struggling against David.
Thad didn't respond to them, holding his ground in front of Mark. Out of all of them, he was the only one who looked more physically intimidating then Mark. "Go get your stuff and leave douchebag, and good luck with getting your ass kicked all the time in public school."
Before Mark could retaliate finally, someone coughed, an older women looking mad, walking into view. Presumably Marks mother, he shot them all one last warning look and stalked away with her.
David let go of Blaine, who bent down to Kurt who had a ghosted look on his face. "Are you okay?"
Kurt inhaled deeply, putting a hand over his chest where he was pushed, then nodded. "I think so." Blaine grabbed his arms and hoisted him up, not letting go. "You did this, Thad?"
Thad shrugged. "Zero tollerence, we weren't going to let him get away with all of this things he was saying." Now it made sense to Blaine, what Thad had said earlier when they were in class.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine and Thad grabbed him in a bear hug. All of the jokes they made against him were just that; Jokes. Sometimes Blaine forgot that Thad was one of the most loyal people you could be friends with, and just as protective.
And that's what mattered, Blaine realized. Letting assholes like Mark or Karofsky get to you was a waste, because you always have friends around you who love you and protect you. Kurt had that in New Directions, and now also in the Warblers.
Blaine wondered if Kurt knew that, as he watched silently as Kurt criend on Thads shoulder.
A/N
Ahaha I titled this document "Goodbye Asshole". This wont be the last of him, however.
Hope you liked it. Next time, their will be a ND partys, fights, and we are going to find out Wes's secret that might cause David to leave the Warblers.
OH YES I DID =D