UNIQUE

Sam never responded back. A part of me truly wondered what happened between Kitty and Sam. Though clearly it was graphic, there had to be more. Kitty herself seemed perfectly content. What happened?

I was walking down the school hall when I noticed glee club standing outside our room staring inside.

"What is going on?"

"Sue Sylvester" Tina said. I looked in.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Mr. Shuester was yelling at Sue. Around them were Cheerios tossing paint on the walls in random light colors from paint buckets.

"It has come to my attention that in the last two weeks I have not done a single act of cruelty to any particular individual or group" She picked up a jug of paint and tossed paint all over our chairs. "And, Becky here , told me an astonishing fact I never thought about" A short blonde girl in a cheerio's outfit stood next to her.

"The Glee Club is sad because they don't have bright colors like we do, Coach" She pulled on the bright red on her outfit.

"And you know what? She's right! It's time to brighten the place! Lighten up Will!" In her jump suit she bent over to pick up another paint can when Mr. Shuester grabbed it first and held it to his chest.

"ENOUGH!" He said to her. "The Glee kids are perfectly fine without paint being tossed around and ruining their room" I looked in a little more, bright colors splashed up and down the walls and dripped down. The Piano was covered in blues and yellows unevenly. I started to whisper to the rest of the Glee club.

"Isn't she going to get in trouble by the school?"

"Not really, stuff like this happens all the time" Arty was looking up at me.

"Principle Figgins really does not do much" Blaine told me.

"How does this school function?" I asked them.

"With fear of Sue's wrath" Joe's answer made me shake my head. Brittney walked past all of us and up to Mr. Shuester and Sue Sylvester.

"The colors make me happy" she told them.

"Of course they do. Simplicity often comes a much smaller ability to process slashing remarks and debilitating actions from others"

"I like the blue most. I help me think of the sky–" Brittney squealed as yellow paint was splashed all over her. Gasping, all of us looked at the source, Kitty.

"Oh my gosh Coach! I am so sorry I was trying to hit a wall!" Kitty acted surprised.

"Though I have to say your aim is quite terrible I do give you some credit for at times I mistake her for a wall as well. A nimble wall that can do sensual dancing so whorish she looks like a jailbait prostitute, but a wall none the less" Brittney grabbed the paint can from Mr. Shuester's hands and swung it as if it were open. It looked like she forgot to open the can and also forgot to hold on to it as it flew in the air and hit Kitty in the face. Kitty hit the ground.

Mr. Shuester looked at his hands in shock and then looked at Kitty and then Brittney.

"GET THE NURSE NOW!" He yelled at us. We ran for it. The nurse was the older woman I saw treating Sam.

"Can I help all of you?" In a flurry we all waved our hands at her to follow us and brought her back. By the time we returned both Mr. Shuester and Sue were covered in paint. Sue walked up to us and used the nurse's clothes as a rag to get the paint off her face and arms.

"Get my Cheerio back up or I'll have you fired" and she stormed off with the other Cheerios.

"Help me get her into the infirmary" The nurse said. In a twisted way I was glad this happened.

"Brittney what were you doing?" I could hear Mr. Shuester ask her.

"She made me yellow; I wanted to make her blue. Like the sun and sky" Paint was dripping off of him.

"Okay" was all he said to her. Joe and the Nurse carried Kitty off. The rest of us walked in slowly. "Brittney you and I will separately use Coach Bestie's showers and change into whatever extra clothes she has"

"Mr. Shue, why don't we just shower at the same time? That seems more logical" He raised a finger but lowered it.

"Let's not worry about that now Brittney"

He walked with her up to us and stopped. "No practice tonight, try to not breathe in the fumes" and he left with her. I looked around.

"What a disaster"

"Well this is what the janitor is for" Sugar said. 'Well I don't want to be the janitor'

Classes went normally and during lunch we discussed about Kitty's health. Though I hope she didn't suffer any permanent trauma I did hope she learned that if you mess with people long enough, they will mess with you back. I texted Sam on how to get to his house and called my mother to drive me over.

"Remember, I will trust your judgment" She was looking at me in the eye. "If you need to stay to night I understand. Here is your medication just in case" I put it in my purse. I hoped I did not have to spend the night with Sam.

"Thank you, you are the best" I hugged her and got out. I could hear my shoes click while walking to the door. I knocked. An older man opened the door.

"You must be Unique. Sam has told me about you. I am Mr. Hummel, Kurt's dad." He shook my hand. "I was happy to hear someone was coming over. I have been trying to talk to him but…" his tone of voice got much less chipper. "He's not been himself" I just nodded. He let me in the house, it was more decorated that I thought, could it have been the work of Kurt? Mr. Hummel led me to what I assumed to be Sam's room but did not open the door as he spoke to me. "If he causes you any trouble, let me know"

"Thank you Mr. Hummel" What did he mean by that? Regardless I tried to keep my tone as quiet as his and walked in. Sam's room was littered with comic books and Nintendo 64 cartages. His bed was a mess and its top sheet was wrapped around him while he played a video game from a small tv screen. "Sam?" no response, he was lost in his game. I walked up to him slowly and lightly touched his shoulder. "Sam?" He paused his game and looked up at me. His green eyes reminded me of a puppy.

"Unique, hey!" He smiled at me, I sat next to him. "I have been thinking about you" he told me.

"What else have you been doing?" I didn't know what I was doing, he looked fine, but if he was we would not be sitting next to each other.

"Well I wanted to save Avatar for when you got here and beyond that I've just been keeping my mind busy…" We looked at each other. I could see the mask on his face cracking. He looked back at his game and resumed it. I watched his body moved and animate with the game. In a way,I felt the cold shoulder.

"Sam…" I placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his upper arm. "You brought me here for a reason and I think we both know it's more than to watch Avatar or watch you play video games" He turned off his game.

"I did. But I don't know if I'm ready to say those words" he looked back at me and held me. "Will you watch Avatar with me?" What was he afraid to face?

"Yes" He grabbed the movie, and his bed sheet and jumped up.

"Come on!" He held a hand out and I instinctively grabbed it. Taking me out of his room he led me to the living room with a larger and much more expensive TV. He escorted me to the couch, popped the movie in, and covered both of us with his bed sheet. "This movie is so cool. You'll love it" He kept himself sitting far enough where we were not touching, but close enough so we could feel each other's body heat. "I am glad you are here, it means a lot to me."

If he was just going to avoid all his emotional baggage with Sci-fi movies I might be here all night.