Carson's point of view
I sat in the coffee shop early in the morning. It was Saturday however Kurt was busy with Gel-Met. I decided when Kurt left to get some homework on my computer done, so I made my way to the most closest coffee shop, only across the road.
I looked up from my computer to see Mrs. Schuester and David Bowie next to her. Hold up. David Bowie? That looks nothing like him. And why would he be in Lima? I scooted my chair closer to them to hear what they were saying.
"Can I asked why are you dressed at David Bowie?" Mrs. Schuester asked the mystery person.
"I am in cognito, we are going deep behind enemy lines." The person explained. "People are starting to sense my weakness. They think I have totally lost my grip."
She looked awfully like one cheerleading champion: Sue Sylvester. Now that I am thinking about it, it must be her. I have seen Mrs. Schuester and others in tacky clothes stalking around the school at random times. Huh.
"Can I help you?" A barista asked.
"Oh, yes." Mrs. Schuester looked very confused. "Can I have a hot tea please."
"I would just like a large cup of mocha powder." Sylvester asked for. She handed over 40 Euros. "David Bowie is extremely eccentric." Sylvester whispered to Mrs. Schuester.
"Excuse me, we don't take euros." The barista started as Mrs. Schuester and Sylvester walked away
What did she mean that she was going deep behind enemy lines? Did Coach call her Honey Badger earlier? I heard her saying that she was going to start the Muckraker after two years of deciding if it was good enough to go up against mine- The McKinley High School Chronicle Well, that's what I thought.
I wonder who's going to buy that piece of crap anyway. It was only made for a year, in which it sold two copies. Even mine had sold more than that, even if the art department uses it.
One of the copies that was sold from the Muckraker was brought by me and the other from Rachel. I only brought it to see if it could even compete against mine, it which it could not at all. The Muckraker only contained terrible rumors that no one would believe so no one brought it.
A cheerio had surprisingly told me a week ago that Coach was going to be the producer, and that she already had a writing team larger than mine- which mine only consists of two students until senior year, when the shit-wads are joining. I will have to see how many students buys the Muckraker this time.
Time Change
"Have you heard that the Muckraker starting back up again." Me and Kurt was lying in our room after tea watch movies on our TV. Kurt was lying on his stomach across the bed, and I was lying facing upwards, resting my head a against a pillow on the wall.
"Yeah, I was going to buy a copy to see what it is like." I told Kurt.
"And it is going to be made by Sue and her little 'writers club.'" Kurt waved his arms in front of him.
"I still don't think is going to be as good as mine. Probably just going to contain 'rumors'" I grimaced.
"But now Coach has a more bigger team of cheerios, she is probably going to make all of them buy it as well." Kurt guessed.
"Carson, Kurt change your bed covers!" Our father shouted for the fifth time that evening.
"I guess we should actually do them." Kurt murmured.
"Ok." I agreed.
I threw Kurt a clean pillowcase and a duvet cover. Kurt caught the pillow case, and ended up with the duvet cover draped over his face.
"Oh, you are totally going to get something for that." Kurt screeched under the duvet. Kurt ran over to me with his head bowed down to head-butt me in the stomach. I doubled over and let out a small "Ouf."
Kurt pulled me to the bed and started hitting me with as many pillows he could find on the floor. He hit me quite powerfully, but it was only a pillow. I fought back and rolled him over onto his back. I sat on his thighs, straddling him, and started hitting him with a pillow I found behind him.
"No, stop!" Kurt squeaked. "I will get you back!"
Kurt reached up and started tickling my sides. Kurt was the only one who knew I was very ticklish, and lucky that he was the only one. I screamed and tried to squirm away.
"Oh hell no, you are not getting away!" Kurt told me. Kurt switched places with me and sat on my hip and carried on tickling me.
"Stop, stop!" I pleaded.
"What is the magic word?" Kurt smirked.
"Ok, ok please." I pleaded Kurt.
"Fine." Kurt stopped but switched sides again so I could get off. I watched his eyes and tried to slow my breath but I didn't move from my position above him. I watched his bright blue eyes frantically look around but I stayed still.
What am I doing? What is wrong with me?
I suddenly felt me leaning my head closer to Kurt's, as I zeroed on Kurt large, pink lips. Kurt looked directly at my eyes but did not change position. I quickly changed my path to Kurt's cheek, and got off him as fast as I could, leaving him in a heaving pile on the bed.
Neither of us spoke about the incident since the weekend, and as we drove to school we barely spoke.
"So er, Kurt are you going to buy the Muckraker today?" I asked abruptly as we pulled into the McKinley car park.
"Yeah, and after school I am going to Blaine's." Kurt declared.
"Oh, okay. Are you staying for tea?" I asked.
"Yes."
Time Change
"Extra, extra read all about it!" Becky shouted down the corridor. I was sulking at my locker, playing a game of scrabble on my phone. It turned out that the Muckraker was a major hit, and that it was pretty obvious that no one was ever going to buy the McKinley High Chronicle ever again.
A large banner was hung above my head saying 'McKinley Prom,' in large black letters. The rest was painted in pink.
Great. Another week of Rachel fighting to get Finn back. Does Rachel have some type of mental issue when she can't get over someone?
Why does Finn have to try to be prom king with Quinn? He is just going to start a massive fight.
"Carson, I am really confused, what writers club should I go to again?" Malerie came up to me just before the first bell.
"Mine Malerie, right at the end of the school, near the third fire exit." I explained to her as I closed my locker. There is way too many embarrassing things in there that Malerie would not stop talking about if she saw them.
"Right, it was just that I was really confused-"
"Yeah, ok I gotta go so bye Malerie." I left to go to Algebra. I had to ask Kurt if he liked the Muckraker.
"Hey Kurt?" I approached Kurt. He was leaning against a locker outside our French class looking into space.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked.
"Well, have you read the Muckraker?" I asked him.
"I think the whole school has." Kurt guessed. "I have already seen a fight between a hockey player and a new football player. People were saying that there was a rumour that one of them liked the other."
"It sounds like crap."
"Yeah, it kinda is." Kurt said. "There is a page about you actually Carson."
"Is there?" I said, sounding happy.
"Yes, it said that you have no writing skill and that you have the hots for Santana, which of course isn't true." Kurt explained. I shuddered at the name Santana. I shouldn't of got my hopes up. Who would of exactly made that rumour up anyway.
"Well thanks for not believing it." I told Kurt. "And thanks for thinking at my writing skill is good."
"Of course it is good Carson, you have been writing since mom died." Kurt quietly said at the end of his sentence.
"And a good thing I have." I quickly said. "Look, the class is being let in, let's go inside."
"Ok." Kurt whispered.
Time Change
"Carson, get your ass over here!" Santana shouted in the school cafeteria. I totally forgot that I had to talk to Santana, so I have been sitting in the cafeteria on my phone for half of lunch.
"Yeah, and what are you going to do if I don't." I shouted back to the cheerios table.
"I will drag you out of here." Santana started to walk over to me. I was sat at my own table at the end of the cafeteria, consequently it was very easy to get to me.
"Wait. What are you doing?" I asked frantically as she pick me up by my shoulders.
"Get your bag and follow me." Santana explained.
I hesitantly picked up my bag and followed her out of the busy cafeteria. Me and Santana have been on bad terms ever since I said that was, infact, Satan to all the students in my Religious studies class a week ago.
"Yeah, so what do you want to talk about?" I demanded. Santana brought me to the choir room, which was empty. Mr. Schue must have been in the teachers room and forgot to lock the choir room door.
"I know." She bluntly said.
"Know what? That you should move to Sri Lanka and get stung by a million scorpions? Yeah I know."
"No, I know what is up with you and Kurt."
"What is up with me and Kurt then?" I urged.
"You watch him like he is the Queen Of England." She started. "And you follow him like he is going to die tomorrow."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh you know exactly what I mean, cough cough twincest cough cough." Santana smirked.
"I do not like him!" I told her, a hint of plead in my voice.
"No, sorry I would not take that as a answer." Santana said. "You have to tell him."
"I do not like him, and if I did how would I exactly tell him hmm?"
"Well, the only way you know how." Santana said. "Singing."
"Well, I do not like him."
"Yeah, and I don't like Brittney. It is kinda obvious." It must not be that obvious, just because I think Kurt is cute, doesn't mean I have a crush on him.
"Well, I do think he is cute." I murmured.
"There, you admitted it. Now we just need to get Gel-Met out of the way." Santana stroked the bottom of her chin in thought.
"Just because I think he is cute does not mean I have a crush on him." I denied.
"Just admit it Carson, if you do I will be your magical fairy-godmother and help you through this." Santana smiled.
"Fairy-godmother." I sniggered.
"Shut your sarcastic mouth and answer."
"Fine, fine look I do. A lot." I looked at my converse in embarrassment. "Why are you doing this?"
"I have always had a soft spot for the Hummels." Santana admitted. "And I will always take up the change to help a hot guy out." She winked.
"Eww no Santana." I laughed. "One, you like girls, and I like Kurt."
"Just saying, you look cute with those glasses." She smiled.
"Stop, just no." I shuddered.
"And do not think that Kurt doesn't like it either. He loves it." Santana purred. "Have you seen the way he watches you in English? He watched you like a hawk last Thursday."
"Because of my glasses?"
"Yeah, you should wear them more often." Santana suggested.
"They are reading glasses!" I exclaimed.
"Doesn't mean you have to read writing, if you get what I am saying."
"Just no." I said. "If you want to help me, what song should I sing huh?"
"Wait up, let me get some on offer at the music store later, and I will shove one into your locker tomorrow." Santana decided.
"Ok, well can I go? Lessons start soon and I don't want to be late." I stood up with my bag.
"Ok Mr. 4.2 grade average."
Santana followed me out, and set on her way to her lesson. Luckily we didn't have the same class next. I have history with Malerie and some other students that I can not be bothered to learn their names.
Time Change
I strolled into glee club, where everyone was reading the Muckraker. Some were in awe, and some in disgust.
"This is garbage." Kurt raised his newspaper to me.
"Garbage that is more popular than my newspaper." I replied.
"Hey it's ok, -"
"What the hell is this dude? What blondie former cheerleader is having a secret Moonlight Motel rendezvous - with another big-lipped blondie?" I snapped my head around to see Finn storming in, looking at Sam.
"Where does it say that?" Sam asked.
"Right on the front page of the school newspaper." Finn pointed out.
"You don't seriously believe this, do you?" Quinn stood up next to Finn.
"Why shouldn't I? Why would he not do the exact thing I did to him?" Finn asked.
"Now that is a good idea." I muttered behind Sam.
"This is your fault! You told everyone that I played for another team on your ridiculous melted cheese show." Santana accused Brittney as she walked in.
"Wait, are you mad? You do play for another team." Brittney explained. "You were on the Cheerios, now you are only on the New Directions."
"And you couldn't have thought of any other way to say that?" Santana shouted.
"I swear I am going to punch your face off." Finn shoved Sam into my back.
"What is your problem Finn?" I called out.
"Hey, you got a lot of nerve accusing me of cheating when you're the one who snuck in and stole my girl!" Sam retorted.
"Hey, Finn, where are you going? Hey, we got rehearsal!" shouted to Finn, who was now walking out.
"Not today." Finn decided whilst he left.
We were all stunned to silence. I walked to Kurt and sat behind him, on the last row.
"Well, that was unnecessary." I interrupted the silence.
"Wait, you can't talk Carson. It says right here that you have a little thing for Kurt." Berry pointed out.
"No I don't!" I exclaimed.
"You seriously believe that Rachel? It is gossip, rumours if you will." Quinn claimed.
Kurt looked at me in astonishment. I quickly shook my head and started to leave, sending a death stare to Berry on the way out.
"Carson? We have practice still." Mr. Schue called to me.
"I am agreeing with Finn- not today." I stormed out in rage and humiliation.
I slouched in my chair. I had writer's club and like usual, no one had arrived. Malerie only comes every so often, when she can be bothered to write another copy of a book that someone else had written years ago.
"Hey Carson?" Kurt asked softly. Kurt poked his head around the door.
"You can come in." I granted his access with a quiet voice. I hate feeling vulnerable, especially around Kurt.
"It doesn't matter what they say, you are still special to me." Kurt said. He walked over to me and brought a chair with him. He sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder.
I slouched down and put my head on my crossed arms, held up by the table.
"Thank you Kurt." I praised him. "Has Glee Club finished yet?"
"Yeah, that's why I am out here. Mr. Schue decided to finish early as there was too much tension in the room."
"It is all that newspapers fault." I accused. "And Brittany's."
"How is it Brittany's fault?"
"You know, she made Santana pissed."
"Oh well, it is only Satin."
"Santana is my friend Kurt."
"Oh.. Anyway can we go? I want to watch a movie." Kurt whined.
"Ok, anything that isn't a musical." I stood up and put my hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"Ok. I love you Carsey."
"I love you too." I hugged Kurt for a comfortable amount of time, until I heard the loudspeaker being used.
"Excuse me, but may all Council members go to the meeting room." I could barely hear Clare Matthews say over all the crackling of the old school loudspeaker.
"Sorry, but we have to put that movie marathon on hold. I have to go or a crisis may break out." I explained to Kurt.
"Ok, see ya later. I will pick you up in a hour." Kurt said.
"Thanks."
I pulled my notebook out of my bag and slouched down in a chair across the desk from the other council members. I pulled up another chair and rested my legs on it and crossed them.
"Ok, we are here to discuss the Junior Prom Queen and King's crown design. We will also be discussing the location of this year's Junior prom." Claire announced.
"Haven't you received the crown from Figgins yet?" I asked suspiciously.
"The Principle has decided to leave it to us this year." Claire straightened her lips into a tight line.
"Why? Shouldn't he let the art club do it?" I asked. "I don't come here to design crowns."
"Anyway let's go on to location. How about the icing rink?" Claire suggested.
"Great idea." Nicholas agreed.
"Isn't that place ran by April Rhodes? You know, the drunk, high on whatever, crazy lady." I said.
"She is nice." Claire hissed.
"She is crazy." I corrected.
"Why do you care?" Justin asked me.
"Do you want the whole grade high and wasted?" I shot back. "How about we stay here huh? That way Coach Sylvester can watch the punch."
"Fine, McKinley hall it is." Remy conceded.
"Nicholas, can your parents pay for the crown?" Claire asked. "I will send email you the link to the design that I have previously decided on."
"He has never said no before." Nicholas confirmed.
"Ok, meeting over." Claire announced.
"What was the point of this meeting?" I muttered.
Time Change (Next day.)
I sauntered over to my locker to get my books for the day. I opened it and a sheet of paper flew out. I quickly picked up it before anyone could get it and I read the opening lines. Huh. I have listened to this before. I will sing it at Glee Club tomorrow.
"Hey Carson, is that sheet music?" Berry squeaked behind me.
"It has nothing to do with you." I shoved the sheet music into my pocket.
"You should sing Carson, I mean I have no idea how you got into Glee Club without singing but, you should show us if you can sing."
"I will think about it." I shooed her away with my hands.
"Have you see April around here recently?" Mercedes ambled over to me. I was walking to the choir room after an exhausting day. "I heard Artie saying that she was going to teach us in Glee today."
"Is she drunk?" I wondered out loud.
"Who me or April? I am just going to guess that you ment April. Yes, I think April is. Remember when she got Kurt drunk last year?" Mercedes giggled.
"That was the worst week of my life." I moaned.
"Anyway answer the question." Mercedes demanded.
"Err, no." I tried to remember if I saw her that day. She is so short that when she is here no one can see her in the trenches.
"Let's go and see." Mercedes walked away into the empty corridors.
We walked into April and Mr. Schue singing some boring song. I quickly took a glance around the seats and took the best chair- behind Kurt and Lauren, and to the right of Rachel.
I pulled out my phone from my bag and started playing scrabble until they stopped singing.
"Rumours, a classic record by Fleetwood Mac. One of the greatest albums of all time.
Written as the band was breaking apart to keep it together." Mr. Schue explained as he wrote 'Rumours' on the whiteboard. "Now, this week, we are done with the backstabbing and the gossip, and we're channeling all that energy into working together. So, pick a song from the album, put your own spin on it. Simple as that."
"Oh, Schuester?" Santana raised her hand.
"Yes Santana?"
"Carson may be singing a different song." Santana said. I gaped at her.
"Well, er, if that is ok with you Carson." Mr. Schue stuttered.
"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled back to him.
"Ok well, you are dismissed." Mr. Schue dismissed us.
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