Friday 5th November 2010

Blaine wanted Kurt to confront Karofsky. Of course he did! Just waltz up to him at lunch and confront him for what he did to Kurt.

"You know this is a terrible idea, right?" Erin asked Kurt as they walked to the car park to meet Blaine. "He's likely to be with other people, and I know you don't want to out him, so confronting him like this, in public, is probably the worst thing to do. You shouldn't have even told Blaine. You should have told your Dad or Principal Figgins!"

"You don't understand, Erin." Kurt said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You're straight, you haven't had to hide or anything, we can help him, me and Blaine, show him it will be okay."

"So, you're not outing him, but you're going to convince him to come out of the closet himself?" Erin asked incredulously, eyebrows up.

She took a deep breath and decided to test the waters a bit.

"And how, exactly, do you know I'm straight? Because I haven't come out as anything else?"

"What?" Kurt asked twirling around to look at her in confusion.

"You assumed," Erin dropped her voice to a whisper as she looked around the parking lot for anyone close enough to hear them. "Karofsky was straight, but apparently? Not so much. So why are you just assuming I am?"

"Because you're going out with Sam?" Kurt said, the statement turning into a question, brows furrowing slightly. Erin rolled her eyes.

"First of all, as we keep telling you, me and Sam are just friends. Secondly, even if we were going out that doesn't mean we're straight, just that it was a straight presenting relationship. Bisexuality is a thing you know."

Kurt rolled his eyes at that, laughing slightly.

"Bisexual's a term gay guys and lesbians use when they want to hold hands with the opposite sex and feel like a normal person." Kurt said dismissively with a wave of his hand.

Erin's heart sank and her veins felt as though they had turned to ice. She opened her mouth…

"Kurt!" A shout came from next to them, and Erin turned to see Blaine in his Dalton Academy uniform. She swallowed back her retort of Kurt's obvious biphobia, her heart in her stomach making her feel vaguely nauseous.

Did Kurt really feel that way about bisexuality? Would he feel that way about her if she came out? About Sam?

"Blaine," Kurt greeted with a bashful smile.

"Hi," Blaine turned to Erin with a megawatt smile.

"Hi," She replied absently, before shaking her head to clear it and holding out a hand. "I think this is a terrible idea and we should go to the faculty."

Blaine stared in shock for a second before laughing.

"You're blunt."

"When my best friend is in trouble, yeah, I am." Erin shot back, dropping her hand when it became obvious Blaine wasn't going to shake it. "I don't think Karofsky is going to be happy being ganged up on like this, confronted like this. He's scared, yes, but there are other ways to help him through this, send him some links or something! Also he sexually assaulted Kurt, so whether he's scared or not doesn't matter, he needs to be expelled or arrested, we need to talk to an adult."

"Well, we just want to talk to him," Blaine said, full of false optimism, "Maybe work this out face to face and nobody will need to be arrested or expelled!"

Erin rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm sure you think your plan will work but I will say I told you so if this all goes horribly wrong."

With that they made their way to the outdoor staircase.

"Thanks again for coming." Kurt said as they made their way up the first flight of stairs, Kurt and Blaine in the front and Erin trailing after. If need be she had her phone ready to record any more altercations that may occur.

"Don't worry about it. Just," Blaine looked back at Erin. "Let me do the talking."

"I still think this is a bad idea." Erin told him.

Kurt spotted Karofsky heading down the stairs and Erin almost ran into him as he stopped, rooted to the spot for a second, before gathering courage and carrying on.

"There he is." Kurt said to Blaine.

"I got your back." Blaine responded with bravado, literally puffing out his chest, making his way to Karofsky. "Excuse me."

Karofsky visibly startled, and Erin couldn't blame him, there were people everywhere.

This was a bad idea.

"Hey Lady-boys, fag-hag." Karofsky greeted, nodding first to Kurt and Blaine and then to Erin. "This your boyfriend, Kurt?" He sneered, looking Blaine up and down.

"We would like to talk to you about something." Blaine said, all fake politeness.

"I gotta go to class." Karofsky said, evasively. He tried to push past Blaine, and Erin stepped to the side, pulling Kurt with her, to let him pass quietly.

This was a bad idea.

Obviously he didn't want to talk, not now, not here, not surrounded by his peers. Erin was more than happy to let him go on his way, maybe she would send him some links and stuff on facebook to pursue later, in his own time. She had certainly found a lot of resources when trying to figure out her own sexuality.

Blaine, apparently, wasn't happy to let him go.

"Kurt told me what you did." He told Karofsky, bravado now at an 11. He sounded almost smug, like he was blackmailing him.

"Oh yeah?" Karofsky asked, glaring at both Kurt and Erin, before feigning nonchalance. "What's that?"

This was such a bad idea.

"Look, David…" Erin started, hands up, trying to de-escalate the situation, but Kurt had already started speaking.

"You kissed me." He stated. David looked around the stairwell in obvious fear of who could have been listening in.

"I don't know what you're talking about." David replied, trying for nonchalance again but missing entirely, shifting and fidgeting uncomfortably, placing his hands in his pockets.

"It seems like you might be a little confused," Blaine began, and Erin couldn't stand it any longer. She could see David's 'deer in headlights' look as Blaine kept talking, kept pushing. "And that's totally normal. This is a, a very hard thing to come to terms with."

Blaine's words felt rehearsed and almost stilted, as though he was reading from a script or parroting words from an 'It Gets Better' video. He sounded like a walking talking version of a Miss. Pillsbury pamphlet.

David started walking away and Erin wanted to shut Blaine up. She tried to stop Blaine from following, holding onto the sleeve of his blazer.

"He's not fucking ready." She hissed at Blaine. He shrugged her off and continued his lecture.

"And you should just know; that you're not alone." He had definitely watched one too many 'It Gets Better' videos.

"Fucking hell, Blaine." Erin muttered under her breath as David stopped in his tracks. He turned and Erin saw the 'deer in headlights' look again. She couldn't stop herself from stepping in front of Blaine just before Karofsky barrelled into him.

This was such a bad idea.

"Stop." She said firmly, just above a whisper, and David stopped, arms poised to push just centimeters in front of her shoulders. He dropped them to his sides and made fists.

"Don't mess with me," Karofsky seethed, and Erin could feel herself trembling, heart beating frantically in her chest and every nerve screaming at her to run, but she held her ground, crossed her arms and stood as tall as she could. Acting.

"Look." She said, whisper quiet, and with as much kindness as she could muster for this guy who harassed her friend - surprisingly more than she knew she had. "While they may be going about this all wrong." She turned to glare at Blaine and Kurt both before turning back to David. "You and I both know what you did was terrible, and you need to fucking sort yourself out. I knew this wasn't the way to confront you, and when I get home tonight I'll shoot you some videos and links and shit that might help you come to terms with this. But," She pitched her voice to barely a whisper, "you ever kiss anyone, boy or girl, without their fucking permission again, I'll sick Santana on you."

"Fuck you." Karofsky shot back before turning on his heel and leaving, but not before Erin saw the look of terror and panic in his eyes again.

Blaine leant on the rail behind her and Kurt was looking at her in shock and awe.

"Well he's not coming out anytime soon." Blaine said loudly, and Erin glared at him, shushing him.

"There are people here," She hissed at him as she moved closer, finger pointed in his face. Next to her Kurt seemed to sink to the closest step, before putting his head into his hands.

Erin glared at Blaine once more before sitting next to her friend and pulling him into a half hug.

"You okay?" She asked, Blaine seemed to only then notice Kurt's deflation.

"What's going on?" He asked as he sat on Kurt's other side. "Why are you so upset?"

Erin glared at him again over Kurt's head for asking such an idiotic question. He had the gall to look at her confused.

Kurt sighed into his hands and made an aborted motion to run them through his hair, turning to face Blaine, but leaning into Erin's side.

"Because, until yesterday," Kurt started, voice downtrodden. "I had never been kissed. Or at least, one that counted."

Erin squeezed his shoulder in comfort, while Blaine just looked at Kurt, then away, and then back again. Erin just hoped he wasn't about to kiss Kurt, here, just for the sake of it. Thankfully, Blaine refrained, simply reaching out and patting Kurt's other shoulder in solidarity, jostling him a bit with a pitying smile.

"Come on," He said, eyes solely on Kurt and ignoring Erin. "I'll buy you lunch."

He stood, and offered a hand to Kurt, who took it before turning back to Erin and offering a hand of his own complete with a thankful smile.

"I hope you mean both of us, Rich Boy." Erin quipped at Blaine as she took Kurt's hand and hoisted herself to her feet. "Also? I told you so."

She saw Kurt in the corner of her eye looking flustered as he glanced at Blaine through his lashes, an uncharacteristic blush high on his cheeks and a timid smile gracing his lips.

Kurt was slushied once they got back after lunch, and Erin saw her brother amidst the group of underclassman jocks holding the red cups. She made a mental note to shout at him once she got home after Glee rehearsals.

She steered Kurt to the deserted girl's bathroom and helped him clean up. He had to change out of his blue jacket, into a yellow cardigan, griping the whole time about how much the jacket would cost to dry clean.

Karofsky shoved him into the lockers again between fifth and sixth period, and Erin saw red. She felt an intense need to run after Karofsky and threaten him again with Santana, or maybe Puck, or even the entirety of the Glee Jocks. Instead she glared after him and crouched next to Kurt where he'd fallen to the floor, simply staying by his side - hand on his shoulder and glares pointed to any nosy onlooker - until he was ready to stand back up and face the world again.

Kurt's usual pep was back in his step by the time the final Glee rehearsal of the week rolled around that afternoon, though. The boys entered the room to wolf whistles from, mostly, Santana and Brittany, and laughter from the rest of the girls. They were dressed like the Spice Girls.

Puck was dressed like Scary Spice, tight leopard print pants,a black shirt open obscenely low, and black heels.

Kurt was dressed as Posh Spice in perfectly tailored black pants, a strappy black camisole top, and heeled black boots.

Finn and Mike were dressed as Sporty Spice. Mike in an orange cropped tank, bright blue jogging bottoms, and white sneakers. Finn in the same outfit with the colours switched.

Sam was dressed as Baby Spice, his hair in tiny little pigtails held by pink bobbles on top of his head, low riding light blue jeans, a fluffy pink cami top, and pale pink sneakers.

And finally Artie was Ginger Spice, jeans and a union Jack t-shirt, he was also wearing a long ginger wig.

"You guys look fantastic!" Mr. Schue laughed as the girls giggled and Puck struck a pose.

"I can totally pull off these heels." He smirked, winking in the direction of the girls - mostly towards Quinn.

He wobbled slightly.

"Yeah, you should totally pull them off before you fall and kill yourself." Quinn deadpanned back at him, but her eyes were full of laughter and her words lacked their usual bite.

"Okay boys," Mr. Schue said, clapping his hands in front of him. "Whenever you're ready."

The music started and the boys launched into a mash-up of The Spice Girls' Wannabe and TLC's No Scrubs.

"Ooh, yeah" Artie sang.

"Uh!
A Scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
So"

The rest of the guys joined, harmonising.

"No
I don't want your number
No
I don't want to give you mine and
No
I don't want to meet you nowhere
No
I don't want none of your time"

"If you wanna be my lover
You gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever
Friendship never ends"

The boys danced and generally seemed to be having fun as they performed choreography similar to the Wannabe music video, Puck often teetering in his heels. The boys finished their mash up of Wannabe and No Scrub to cheering and wolf-whistles as they striked poses that represented their chosen Spice Girl.

"That was fantastic, guys!" Mr. Schue told them and gestured for them to join the girls as he stood in front of all of them on the makeshift stage, "Now, I know I said this was a competition, but you guys all listened really well to the brief and made very opposite choices! So you're all winners!"

Santana had to be held back by the rest of the girls as she shouted at him in Spanish. Judging by the look on Mr. Schue's face the words were likely swears.

When Erin got home that evening Xander was in the den playing Call of Duty on his Xbox, shouting and laughing into his headset.

"Come-on, Nate! Fucking shoot him! Right trigger! No not 'A', stop jumping!"

Erin leant over the back of the sofa and snatched the headset off of Xander' head, then leaned down, while he was distracted, and plucked the controller from his hand.

"Hey!" He shouted as his character died on screen and then respawned before quickly being killed again and respawning.

Erin moved to stand in front of the TV. Arms crossed, her stance radiating anger.

"What did Karofsky promise you?" She demanded and he looked at her in confusion.

"For slushy-ing Kurt? What did Karofsky promise you and the other underclassman Jocks?" Erin asked, "Because I refuse to believe that my twin brother is simply just another bully, I refuse to believe that you would harass my best friend without some kind of incentive. He stayed with us while his dad was in the hospital!"

She saw Xander' eyes dart towards the headset and back to her face. He looked almost apologetic, but then his face shuttered to a mask of indifference. He took a deep breath.

"I can't slushy a fag without an incentive?" Xander asked and Erin visibly flinched at the slur coming out of his mouth, filled with so much hatred. She'd heard him say the word before, it was commonplace in England - a slang term for a cigarette - but he'd never said it in this context. It hit her deep, and she wondered when, why, and how her brother had become such a stereotypical midwest American jock.

"No, I know you better than those people you call friends." Erin seethed at him, looking at the TV where someone was standing near his avatar's body and killing anyone who came near, before looking back at him. "I know that you still have all your stuffed animals from when we were kids. I know that your favourite of Dad's friends was Ian, the guy who did drag shows every weekend. I know that your favourite Disney movie is Mulan. This isn't you, Xander. You're not a bully. You're not homophobic. Hell, you weren't even that much of an athlete before we moved here!"

Xander rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"You obviously don't know me as well as you thought." He spat. "Fags are an abomination, Kurt's flamboyant and annoying."

"Oh, fuck right off, Alex." She spat back, calling him by the name he'd suddenly decided was cooler. "Stop with this macho man bullshit and be. my. brother. Be Xander. Kurt is my best friend. Karofsky is the abomination, he's a bully and I hate that you're being one of his lackeys. Why? Do you think it will make you popular? I bet that my friendships with anyone in Glee Club, including the Cheerios and Jocks, are more like real friendships than the ones you have with the other underclassman Jocks. I hope you grow up soon, or you won't even be able to count me as a friend."

With that she walked away, Alex watching her as she went.

"It was nothing, Nate." She heard him say firmly into his headset as she stormed up the stairs. "Seriously. Drop it and just let me shoot things..."

She slammed her bedroom door with force and flung herself face first onto her bed, screaming into the duvet for a few seconds before calming down and rolling over to stare at the ceiling and the glow in the dark stars that were randomly placed on it. Should she still send Karofsky those links? After he'd sicked a group of underclassmen on Kurt?

She'd be the better man if she did.

With a sigh she heaved herself into a sitting position and grabbed her laptop from her bedside table.

Time to try and rehabilitate a bully.

And that's a wrap on S2E6: Never Been Kissed. Things are beginning to really change, now, and you're getting a bit more insight into Erin and her relationship with her brother. I really hope you all enjoyed the re-write of this episode means a lot to me, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter which will be the beginning of S2E07: The Substitute which will be two chapters.

I know Glee did No Scrubs and Wannabe at different times, but I wanted the boys to not do some safe performance in blue suits like in the episode, because they don't need to sing to Coach Beiste in this, and honestly while i like the song the performance did not fit the brief. also I found a really good mash up of these two songs on Youtube and had forgotten they were already in glee when I first wrote the scene and then I was too attached to it.

As always comments and kudos are greatly appreciated, I will happily answer any questions you may have, and you can find me on tumblr at katyobsesses if you'd rather chat there