Strange And Beautiful
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you bus-writer for being the 85th reviewer. I love you! And I will give you a sneak preview of next chapter which will be very fun and exciting so check your PM inbox. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favourite and alerted to this story. You have made me smile so widely and be so happy!
Anyways... on with the chapter. I don't think there are any warnings for this chapter. It's kind of a filler but we see more of Santana :)
Enjoy!
It had turned out that Kurt's nose was broken. Blaine had taken him to the nurse's office and the nurse had immediately gasped and fussed over him, trying to find him an icepack to soothe the pain. Kurt had lain on the nurse's bed groaning, his eyelids flickering between open and closed. Blaine had hated seeing him like that. The memory was awful. Kurt had looked so small and helpless and tired as if he had all the problems in the world on his weak bruised shoulders. He had a large purple and blue bruise on one side of his face and a lot more littered over his arms and torso they discovered when the nurse asked Kurt to lift his shirt up. Blaine had held his hand as the nurse had examined him and then she had called his dad to pick him up so that he could receive better medical attention at the hospital.
Blaine had watched as Kurt had gotten into a car with a scary looking balding man and had waved him off, worriedly.
He felt unaccountably guilty. He knew that somewhere along the lines it was his fault. Kurt was right about the people in this school. They were shallow and superficial and reputation was everything to them. And all the effort and time Kurt had put into building up his substantial reputation was gone. And why? Because of Blaine. He just couldn't get over how the football team could do that something like that. And if this was the kind of stuff they did, what had Kurt been forced to endure last year? It was cruel and totally unjustified. Blaine felt angry just thinking about the incident. Next time he saw those boys he would kill them. But first he had Kurt to think about. His heart sank when he received a text from the boy in question.
I'm ok. I'm home now. They broke my nose so I won't be in school tomorrow. -K
Blaine quickly sent back a reply.
Glad you're ok. I can't believe they broke your nose, the fucking bastards! I'll miss you at school tomorrow :( -B xxxx
Blaine, don't do anything stupid. I'll miss you too. -K xx
Blaine smiled slightly at the kisses. This was a first. Kurt was normally so unemotive and straightforward in texts. Maybe this meant that he didn't blame him at all for what had happened. Blaine hoped so.
The next day at school was uneventful. Blaine just wished that Kurt was there with him instead of all hurt at home. He and Finn had let off some of their anger in the locker room when Kevin, one of the boys who had attacked Kurt walked in alone. They had thrown around a few punches and yelled at him. Kevin had run out of the room, scared and this made Finn and Blaine feel slightly better.
However the momentary lapse of anger returned in full blast the next morning when Blaine spotted Kurt coming towards him. He looked a mess. Half his face was purple and blue tinged with a slight splattering of yellow now and the area all around his nose was black. The nose itself, thankfully, wasn't out of place or anything but the look in Kurt's eyes was. He usually walked down the halls with a swagger of confidence and self assurance but today it was a meek sort of trudge over to Blaine. Blaine supposed that it must hurt to walk, after all Kurt had been bruised in so many places.
"Kurt," Blaine sighed, taking his hand and examining him, "does it all still hurt?"
"I'm on pain medication so I'm pretty numb right now. My face looks a state though. I'm s-so ugly," Kurt's voice trembled and a tear slipped down his cheek.
"Kurt don't cry. You could never be ugly. You are the most beautiful person that I have met. You are absolutely stunning and you take my breath away."
Kurt's face lit up and a small smile graced his lips.
Uncaring of who was there and who was watching them, Kurt brought his lips to
Blaine's and they kissed publicly in the hall in front of everyone. Blaine felt a swooping sensation in his stomach. This was Kurt admitting to everybody that he was with Blaine. This was Kurt showing how much Blaine meant to him and he couldn't be more proud and happy.
When they finally broke the kiss, Kurt took Blaine's hand and whispered against Blaine's close lipped mouth, "they can't touch us or what we have."
Blaine smiled proudly and took Kurt's hand in his. They walked down the hallway together, hands joined and proud, leaving at least twenty students standing there with their mouths open.
Later that day in glee club, Kurt and Blaine were the centre of attention.
"What happened?"
"Who broke your nose?"
"Why?"
Kurt was surprised at how quickly the new directions had taken him back. It was as if he had never left. Sure, they were nosy and infuriating at times, but Kurt was very fond of them and was glad to have them back as friends.
Kurt briefly explained the story and the new directions let out gaps and cries of shock.
"But I thought you were friendly with them?" Rachel asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Not anymore," Kurt replied, gesturing to his attire,"cheerios was my safe haven,
I guess. I'm not one of them anymore."
"You should be."
The glee clubs heads turned to see who had spoken.
It was Santana sauntering into the room with her hands in her pockets and a frown on her face, followed by Brittany, one of the sweetest people you could ever meet.
"So this is where you go instead of cheerios now," Santana drawled.
"Santana, look, this is where-"
"Shut up. I wasn't going to say anything mean."
Kurt raised both eyebrows.
"Well," she corrected herself, "not cruel. Anyways, since you're here and I actually like you a lot more than I let on Hummel, me and my girl Britts want to join too. We're...sorry about what happened."
Santana blushed as Kurt looked at her incredulously.
"But...your reputation...and you actually like me? I didn't think you liked anyone. Santana, I'm so-"
Santana grabbed him and covered his mouth.
"Hummel, don't go on about it, ok? And anyway my reputation will be just fine. I keep razorblades in my hair, just in case, so if any of those assholes give me any shit, I'm gonna ends them."
Kurt laughed, and uncharacteristically, gave Santana a brief hug. He never gave out hugs, unless it was Blaine or his dad. He just couldn't stand affectionate body contact. But he was getting better at it. Deep down, Kurt Hummel was a huge sucker for romance. It had been so tainted and warped but he was getting braver and he concluded that no matter what was done to him, he had something that his tormentors didn't have: love.
"What was that for?" Santana asked, frowning at him in confusion.
"For surprising me."
The glee club had, so far, remained silent, watching the exchange with wide and curious eyes.
Then, of course, Rachel Berry had to interject, "why are people so eager to join us now? We're fine with Kurt coming back, because he's our friend and he can actually sing, but what about you two?"
"Rachel! That's rude!" Finn exclaimed.
"Oh, there's no need to come to my defence, you giant seal, I can take her on my own. Because you know what, I can probably sing better than Miss Barbara Streisand over here. I have a voice which emanates hot sex. I'll send shivers down your spine."
Finn and Rachel looked at her offended and the rest of the club just listened with greater interest.
"It's true," Brittany supplied, "and I can enchant rabbit's with my singing voice and make them fall asleep."
"Come on Britts," Santana ordered, "let's show them."
She went over to the band and whispered something in their ears. They grinned and immediately jazzy trumpets sounded. Everybody knew what the song was going to be and waited with baited breath.
Brittany started the song, shaking her hips and shimmying round Santana
Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting
Santana, Santana,
Brittany had changed the lyrics slightly, gaining a huge grin from the glee club and an eyebrow wiggle from Santana.
I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish,
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Santana, Santana
Santana took over to sing the chorus and Brittany and her danced in perfect synchronisation, while the glee boys, minus Kurt and Blaine, watched on, lust in their eyes as they watched the two girls getting sexy and shaking their asses.
Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Santana whooped and spun Brittany around. Brittany jumped in the air, stretching her legs wide open and Santana pretended to fan herself.
Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing
And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move
your body, girl
And everything so unexpected - the way
you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it
Santana sang the verses with so much sex appeal that even Kurt would be willing to tap that. Brittany was shimmying and dancing so incredibly that the boys were unable to take their eyes off of her. Brittany, took over the chorus this time, while Santana ran up to Kurt and Blaine, pulled them from their chairs and made them join her dancing at the front.
I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Santana, Santana
Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Don't you see baby asi es perfecto
Blaine twirled Kurt around and Kurt shook his hips enthusiastically. Blaine was stunned at how sexy Kurt was, as Kurt grinded into Blaine, moving his body tightly with Blaine's.
Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Santana, Santana
Santana sang the Spanish part and the others continued dancing at the front. Soon, the entire glee club was on its feet, dancing and shaking their hips. They all paired off and shimmied with their partners.
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto
Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my
hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection
No fighting
No fighting
Everyone cheered as Santana finished the song and Brittany finished shaking her hips.
"Group hug!" Puck yelled, and everyone crashed into Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Brittany, who were standing in the middle.
Once the applause and laughter had died down, Rachel spoke, "So we have two new additions to the club. I think we need to go on a group outing to get to know each other better and re-get to know Kurt, because it's been too long and we need to bond as a group."
"That is actually not a bad idea, dwarf," Santana said, smiling.
Rachel looked slightly offended but did not comment. The other members agreed and Puck suggested they have a party.
"Let's get drunk and dirty together, there's no better way to bond."
Rachel frowned at him.
"Maybe not...that. But we could have a nice tame party at my house? And you can all stay for a sleepover afterwards? But you have to promise not to trash the house or anything. Especially you, Puck. Ok?"
"Hell yeah. I'll bring the booze," Puck shouted. Everyone laughed and Rachel looked regretful that she had even mentioned it.
"It sounds like a great idea Rachel, when shall we be there?" Tina asked, her arm wrapped around Mike's waist.
They discussed the times and days and finally agreed on Saturday.
Blaine pulled Kurt to him and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, nuzzling him. He discreetly kissed Kurt's non-bruised cheek.
"So what do you think? Should we go to this party?"
Kurt smiled, "yes, do you think we should?"
Blaine nodded and smiled.
"It sounds like fun."
TBC...
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed that. I will update when we reach 100 reviews (I know that's quite a high aim but fingers crossed that it will be soon because I have the chapter all ready and written and it's exciting.)
UP NEXT: Parties, drunkenness, craziness and SMUT
Until next time...