"Cute T-shirt joke. What a good-natured thing of Demetria, considering how she mostly feels about Paul :P" –Spearit
I don't see it as "good-natured" so much as her making fun of him that the one, teeny tiny bit of respect humans gave Hades was snatched away and then turned into a joke (Pluto being downgraded and basically kicked out of every elementary school diorama of the Solar System).
Paul just takes everything in stride though; he's used to his family's ridicule and scorn by now, so he can accept it from mortals. And let's face it, he's the god of the Underworld, so he's gonna get the last laugh, anyway.
xoxoxo
David, Strando and Azimio walked down the halls of McKinley High School the Friday morning of the game against the Pitbulls. Azimio walked down the center with David on his left side and Strando flanking him on the right. It was kind of empowering to David, seeing the sea of students part before them: almost like old times. A voice at the back of his head reminded him that they were only doing that out of fear, not respect. But he didn't participate in any bullying Strando and Az got up to, so he felt no reason to feel guilty.
Although, he still did.
The three boys talked about the upcoming football game, the one common denominator between them. David had no interest in any of the crime scene investigation shows Az watched or the MMORPGs Strando played and neither of them had any interest in animals or gardening.
They did have one other common connection; in middle school they had each been bullied relentlessly for their weight. Joining the football team had made their sizes an asset however, and the bullying subsided. Yet it was unspoken that this was a verboten topic between the three. None of them really wanted to relive their own experiences as the victim.
As they rounded a corner, David stopped short, prompting the others to follow suit.
Anyone familiar with the old cartoons would know that when a bull got angry, it turned red, its nostrils flared, and steam came out of its ears and nose. That's exactly how Strando and Azimio would describe David as he took off in a charge down the hall.
xoxoxo
To Kurt Hummel, it was a good day. He had had a nice afternoon with Paul and David the day before (who could object to Disney movies?); his dad was in a generous mood and had given him a bonus in his allowance; Finn had, for once, done all of his chores without Kurt harassing him; and he had had an exceptionally nice dream about David the night before. It wasn't anything frisky, but there had been a little bit of kissing. Kurt swooned at the thought.
His outfit today reflected his good mood. He was wearing a pair of black, knee-high, high-heeled boots over his sexy black skinny jeans, a deep blue button down blouse (that technically had come from the girls' section at the store, but no one needed to know that), with an unbuttoned, black mandarin style jacket with deep blue frogs (the braided clasps on the front of the jacket) topping the whole ensemble. He looked fabulous and he knew it.
Too bad it only took a moment for him to feel anything but fabulous. Before he was even aware that there were any red letterman-clad troglodytes around him, he was blinded: thick, sticky syrup running down his face, into his mouth and, against the laws of gravity, up his nose. There is no such thing as becoming "desensitized" to a slushying. It will always be as cold, as painful, and as horrifically unexpected as that first time. The only thing that changes is your reaction to one. Kurt, after years of being slushied, had learned to breathe through his mouth after the first moment of impact, fight all instincts to rub his eyes, and lean slightly forward to minimize the damage to his clothes. Even still, it sucked.
Almost as much as the double body slams he got into the nearby lockers before he even regained his sight. "Hahaha! Fucking fag. Look at those goddamned boots. You look like a fucking chick." Kurt recognized the voice, but couldn't put a name to it. He was positive it was one of the puckheads, though.
"I don't know. Dude or chick, I think the boots make him look like a prostitute. 'Sucky-sucky, five darra, love you rong, rong time.'" The two voices began braying out hyena-like laughs. Kurt recognized the second voice, even as it was doing a horribly stereotyped Asian accent. Another puckhead, he was sure of it.
He winced and shrunk in on himself when he heard a loud crash, thinking he had been slammed against the locker, again.
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David pinioned Scott Cooper against one of the lockers, summoning strength he didn't know he possessed to hold him up, one handed, around the neck, five inches off the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rick Nelson coming up on him, but Nelson, his reflexes being the joke of the hockey team, was easily taken out by a well placed backhanded punch. Pulling Cooper forward slightly, he rammed him against the locker again before letting him fall to the ground, crumpling in heap on the floor.
Kurt was able to open his eyes just as David turned away from the hockey jock and came over to him. Delicately wiping the cold, red dye out from under Kurt's eyes with his thumb, Kurt saw a score of emotions play out in David's expression; anger, hate, fear, sadness…tenderness, love. Kurt wanted to reach out and pull David into a kiss, but David, fear winning out, pulled back just as Sue Sylvester came storming down the halls.
xoxoxo
The first time Kurt had visited Olivine, he hadn't noticed the soft tinkling of bells as he entered. Looking up, he saw that they were delicate, tiny, silver bells made to look like berries cascading down a vine. Very fancy, very beautiful. Paul was the one to greet Kurt at the door this time. "He's in back, you can just go knock on the door."
"Thanks, Paul." Kurt, long since changed into a pair of comfy, tight blue jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and black dress shoes, went around the counter at the back of the store and knocked on the door.
A very dreary-looking David poked his head out a moment later and instantly seemed to cheer up. "Hey, Kurt. Come on in." The office was significantly cleaner this time around. David had asked one of the nymphs to take care of it now that he knew it was a possibility that Kurt could stop in unannounced at any time. He was very glad that he, for once, had the foresight.
Kurt sat down at Paul's desk and twirled the spinny chair to face David. "So, how did it go in Figgins' office?"
David slumped down in his own chair, his tie flopping over to the side. "I'm suspended for three days. I can come back to school next Thursday. That means I'm not allowed to play in the game tonight. I don't really even give a fuck though and I told Azimio and Strando as much. I'm just so sick and tired of all the bullshit."
Kurt wanted to place a hand over David's, but they were too far apart. "I'm sorry. This is not going to look good on your college transcripts."
David shrugged it off, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips as though he wanted to smile but couldn't bring himself to it. "Yeah, well…Sylvester and Figgins kind of sided with me here. They didn't have much choice in suspending me because of what I did, but Sylvester informed me, 'confidentially speaking of course,' they've been having 'issues' with their filing system lately and the suspension might 'accidentally go missing' from my permanent records."
Kurt smiled. "That's really good of them. I know Coach Sylvester can be a truly heinous monster sometimes, but she has a soft spot for me and anyone who protects me. So, I guess the only issue on your record is the expulsion."
David shook his head. "That's not in my records." Kurt looked confused. "It was overturned. They couldn't put it in my records because there wasn't any evidence. It's like I got acquitted."
"Huh…well you're just lucky that I like you now." Kurt and David smiled at each other while maintaining eye contact. David was the first to blush and look away. "I have my own personal savior."
"I'm just sorry I couldn't save your clothes."
Kurt tried to shrug dismissively, but he was sure his disappointment and uncertainty showed in his voice. "It was a pretty dark colored outfit. I'm sure proper dry-cleaning can take care of everything…hopefully."
David licked his lips nervously before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and chewing on it, like he was thinking of something difficult. "I could…you know, take you clothes shopping or something." Kurt cocked his head to the side. "I probably owe you a whole wardrobe after all the slushying I did to you."
"You don't have to, David."
David didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at his lap, leaned forward and shook his head to himself, resolved in his decision. "No, I do. It's the honorable thing to do. I need to undo everything I did to you before. I called you names…now I call you nice things. I pushed you around; now I protect you. I wrecked your clothes; now I'll get you new clothes." Kurt smiled; David was maturing so nicely. "Besides, I'd really like to. And I could use a few new outfits, myself. Apparently my polos are a sin against nature."
Kurt laughed at that. "Every time I see one I'm tempted to burn your closet to the ground." Mirroring David's body language, Kurt licked his own lips subconsciously. "I'd like for us to go shopping together, as well. Are you available tomorrow, or are you grounded?"
David shook his head. "No. My dad is very big into justice. He believes bad things happen to people who don't somehow pay or atone for their crimes. He's kind of happy I went all vigilante/Rambo on them. He says it'll help their karma." In truth, Paul knew full well that those who didn't pay for their crimes in life would suffer for them in death. "I'm free tomorrow."
Kurt held his hand out to David across the gap between them. Taking David's hand in his own, he gave it one brief shake. "It's a date."
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Those we've met so far:
David – son of Hades and Persephone
Paul – Hades (Pluto in Latin), god of the underworld and wealth (the Greeks believed that since precious jewels and metals came from underground that they were part of Hades realm)
Sophie – Persephone/Kore (Proserpina in Latin), goddess of spring and queen of the underworld
Aaron – Eros (Cupid in Latin), god of love
Sarah – Psyche (Psyche in Latin), goddess of the soul
Homer – an old rat David befriended in the Underworld
Aphrodite – (Venus in Latin) Goddess of love and beauty
Harry – Hermes (Mercury in Latin) Messenger of the gods and escort of souls to the Underworld
Apollo – (Apollo in Latin) God of the sun, medicine, knowledge, music, and poetry
Demetria – Demeter (Ceres in Latin) Goddess of the harvest and seasons
Zeus – (Jupiter in Latin) King of the gods and god of the sky
Hera – (Juno in Latin) Queen of the gods and goddess of Marriage, women and birth
Morpheus – (Morpheus in Latin) god of dreams
Icelus – (couldn't find an accurate Latin variation) – god of nightmares
Artemis – (Diana in Latin) goddess of the hunt, wilderness, the moon
Priapus – (Mutunus Tutunus in Latin) minor god of fertility, gardens and male genitalia (he's also the reason you should call your doctor if you have an erection lasting longer than 3 hours…lol)