Chapter 7- The First Day
The first thing that many students at McKinley High saw that day was something that they had never thought they would see. Five students entering the school in perfect synchronicity. They each walked with the same leg, hips moving at the perfect speed as if oiled. Their gazes were intently focused straight ahead of them and they were in no danger of flickering elsewhere anytime soon. It was almost as if they should have been wearing sunglasses or taking part in the McKinley edition of Mean Girls.
As if that was not enough, the people in question raised a lot of eyebrows. The central trio were no causes for confusion. The Unholy Trinity, as they were so aptly labelled around school. Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. They knew each other's every movement perfectly. They were always seen together and had been seen together walking as they were now, completely in step and looking fierce. Nobody dared cross them and nobody would.
It was the flanking duo that raised some eyebrows. On the left was Tina Cohen-Chang. Sure, she was in Glee Club was the cheerleaders, but nobody knew that she actually hung out with them. The biggest surprise here was that she wasn't on The Cheerios, especially if she was close friends with the integral trio of the squad. Tina had taken the colour out of her hair so it was jet black and fell way past her shoulders. Her usual attire had been swapped out for a short, yet classy, black skirt with a black shirt and jacket to match. Nobody questioned her love for the colour black because the others were wearing it too.
On the right was Kurt Hummel. All of the bystanders to this particular occasion knew of his friendship with Brittany, that was immensely clear to see even to the mouthbreathers. It definitely should not have surprised them that he interacted frequently with Quinn and Santana due to this. Kurt's friendship with Tina often fell through the cracks, pushed down by his 'friendship' with Mercedes, but it was nothing to be scoffed at. Yet again, nobody had noticed. Kurt's outfit was predictably him, but with an edgier dynamic to it. His trusty black skinny jeans had not been replaced, but it was the striking leather jacket that turned heads. His hair had been styled to be a little less...neat, yet in a way that still resembled his usual style. Not every hair was in place, giving Kurt more of a rugged look. He had filled out over the summer as well, apparently, his black shirt protruding slightly due to the apparent formation of his well-built chest. Kurt had always put it down to the dancing, but he secretly went to the gym quite a lot when he knew nobody was around. He even kept his membership from his father. His friends knew, but what didn't they know about him? His typically raised eyebrow was in place, making his glare so much more intimidating than usual.
Quinn Fabray had once lamented about the fact that people had parted like the Red Sea during her stint as Head Cheerio. Once her pregnancy had impeded this, people stopped moving for her, going so far as to shove into her. This made Kurt furious, but his political influence at the school was definitely not been able to make an impact on whether or not people barged into her. Some days, they would walk in front of her, fending everybody off and making sure the baby was safe. Quinn had been touched that they would risk slushies and shoves just for her and had been most grateful.
Quinn's ability to separate the student body was a drop in the ocean compared to what the KHHHB could achieve. The quintet strutted down the hallway as though they had been wired to control everything around them. Their aura drew people in but alienated them just as quickly due to their intimidating prowl.
Standing at the bottom of the hallway, however, was the one person who figured that he had enough of a reputation to oppose them.
Noah Puckerman.
Santana's poker face quivered a little when a smirk threatened to stretch onto her face. Kurt's upper lip twitched as he pulled out his phone.
"Showtime," he muttered as it rang. When the voice spoke into the receiver, Kurt smirked. "It's time."
All of a sudden, a beat dropped through the speaker system, cueing the musical number that they had been planning. Their formation shifted so that they were forming an arrow, with Santana taking point.
"Feel it comin' in the air, hear the screams from everywhere. I'm addicted to the thrill, it's a dangerous love affair," Santana sang loudly as the instrumental over the speakers dulled a little to accommodate her vocals. Tina quickly stepped up beside her, leaving the rear three to fan out and strut around the vocalists.
Santana looked at Tina once and nodded. The two both began to sing the next part, Santana taking the lower harmony. "Can't be scared when it goes down, got a problem tell me now." People were amazed at how frightening Tina Cohen-Chang could actually look. Walking next to the school's scariest femme fatale only added to her fear factor. Quinn had fallen behind so that he could walk through the two and take the next vocals on his own.
"Only thing that's on my mind." Kurt did the same thing to lead his own section.
"Is who's gonna run this town tonight."
Santana smirked and joined him for the repeated line. "Is who's gonna run this tonight."
All five of them did a step shuffle forwards for the final line of the chorus. "We gonna run this town."
Then, the most surprising thing of the morning happened. Brittany began to rap the Jay-Z verse.
"We are, yeah I said it, we are. This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance." Her charisma made the verse work, especially when Santana joined her.
"Get y'all black tees on, black cards, black cars, all black everything." They rapped as a duet and somehow, it worked.
Kurt and Quinn took over the next part. "And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they dillingers. I'd get more in depth. If you boys really real enough."
Tina slapped Santana's ass firmly, an improvised nuance that made Santana shudder in surprise. She had half expected something like that to go down in the heat of the moment, but from Kurt or Brittany. Definitely not Tina. Then again, the girl was surprising her a lot lately. The Asian walked in front and demanded her own section that Santana was supposed to take solo. Feeling the improvisation, Santana let her.
"This is la familia, I'll explain later, but for now let me get back to this paper. I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back. I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks, yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros dot zero. Here it go...Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas. Now we squared up. Hold up"
Immensely proud of her and her flawless rap, Kurt dramatically sassed his way to the front to repeat the chorus, the penultimate one before the end of their edited version. Turning the corner to enlarge their audience, Kurt began to sing.
"Life's a game but it's not fair. I break the rules so I don't care, so I keep doin' my own thing, walkin' tall against the rain." Those lyrics were chosen by Kurt, for Kurt, as a signal that he was not going to take anymore crap from anybody. And he meant it.
Quinn and Santana walked alongside him so that the trio could continue. Tina and Brittany pulled out some of their finest choreography to add to the vocals.
"Victory's within the mile, almost there, don't give up now. Only thing that's on my mind is who's gonna run this town tonight!" The three sang perfectly together, leaving slacked jaws in their wake.
They repeated the chorus again, with Brittany and Kurt taking the lead for the first half and Tina and Quinn teaming up for the second half.
"Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey" Santana sang.
"Is who's gonna run this town tonight." Kurt backed her up.
"Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey" The five sang at different pitches, Kurt taking the bass notes to everybody's suprise. Quinn and Brittany covered the higher notes and Tina and Santana stayed at the middle of their range.
"Is who's gonna run this town tonight." The five finished, hips jutted out theatrically as the music died out. Rushed applause welcomed their ending positions and a very slow clap reminded them of the person that they were doing this for.
"Nice job, ladies. It really makes it easier to objectify you when you're dressed like that." Puck narrowed his eyes.
Kurt ran a hand through his hair and stepped forward. "That was a message, Puckerman. Watch out, because I'm about to dethrone you. Your reign has come to an end. And you'll be left begging for any one of us to lie on top of you while you get yourself off. Remember, Noah, standards are a tricky thing. Fortunately, you don't quite meet them. Have a nice day." Kurt's voice was layered thickly with sarcasm and a false kindness that jarred Puck slightly.
"What about you, MILF?"
Quinn turned, blinking. "You're just as disgusting and perverted as you have always been."
"I see what's happening! You're trying to turn the school against me. Well, it won't work. I have control over everything. The jocks, the cheerleaders and I can easily get Glee Club in my fist."
"Then where would your cock go?" Kurt gasped.
"Maybe in your pretty little ass, Hummel." Puck drawled.
"Not consentually." Kurt reminded him of that day in the locker room and left him to his day. Inside, part of him thought that Puck had just confirmed his threats and that he would follow through on them. Hopefully, he wouldn't. Kurt wouldn't let him, anyway.
Kurt had been the first to predict that their venture into gaining control of the school would not have gone as smoothly as they had hoped. Especially with the ones who thought that they already ruled the school.
The jocks.
With Puck probably already rallying their forces against the five who dared to oppose the supposed order of the school's hierarchy. Kurt had snorted a little at that fact. It was a clear fact that the Cheerios were on top and school's three main cheerleaders were on their side. Kurt had control over virtually nobody without their help, besides the Glee Club, and their influence would help a lot. Kurt was confident that they could overthrow the jocks and rule how they wanted to. With Sue Sylvester also, probably, on their side, nothing could really go wrong.
Kurt had not counted on the first day being the beginning of their attempt and their influence was feeble at this moment in time. Nobody was really listening to them as of yet. They needed time to set examples of what they could do before people started paying attention to their schemes. Kurt was dismayed to know that he had Gym first period on the first day back. Gym class was something Kurt didn't necessarily mind, but the class usually involved getting changed in the locker rooms, along with the most homophobic elite of the school.
Today was no exception.
"Saw your little performance this morning, Hummel. I gotta say, you just keep getting gayer! Are you finally turning into a girl?" Azimio bellowed across the room. Heads turned to Kurt, wondering what the witty teenager's retort would be. Kurt smirked and looked over at Azimio.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Me being a girl. That would mean that you could finally tap this without being accused of being gay. Don't think I haven't heard you guys talking about my ass," Kurt raised his upper lip before turning back to his locker.
"You watch your mouth, Hummel!"
"I don't think I will, if that's okay with you," Kurt sneered at the group that changed together and, before he knew it, they had him surrounded.
"Looks like the fairy's got some fuel in him this year. We're gonna have to teach you a lesson about respect, Hummel. With our fists."
Kurt snorted at their creativity. Suddenly, he had a new angle. It might have gotten him beat up, but that was nothing new, was it?
"Oh, now this is why I like Gym class. All of you big, strong guys so close to me." Kurt fell back onto the locker and sighed. "Ah, you're all so close I could just touch you all." Extending a hand, Kurt smirked when the jocks began to disperse, shouting slurs at him all the way out of the locker room.
Puck sauntered over to him, unimpressed with his display. "You really think you're something, don't you Hummel?"
"I would be stupid not to."
"Nice." Puck spat, rolling his eyes.
"Remember what happened last time we were here, just the two of us, Puck?" Kurt exaggerated the plosive sounds on his name. Puck's eyes widened slightly for just a second, but his usual composure was regained.
"It's clear you weren't receptive of my warning. The entire jock population is straight, Hummel. That isn't going to change. Maybe you should remember that next time you want to convert one of us. It's not going to happen."
"Please. Get over yourself, Puck. I wouldn't touch you under any circumstances."
"Wouldn't you?" Puck got in his face in a somewhat threatening manner. Kurt didn't back down.
"Clearly, you don't understand the word 'no'. Frankly, I'm surprised you're not in prison."
"Shut the fuck up, Hummel." Puck was raging, now, and Kurt didn't know if he could fend him off.
Suddenly, Puck was being dragged away from Kurt and his muscular body slammed into the lockers, creating that familiar screeching sound which made Kurt wince. He had associated it with pain.
Puck lunged and suddenly Kurt's saviour was being shoved against the lockers, too. Kurt's eyes brightened slightly as he recognised the boy that tried to talk to him when Puck made his unforgivable threat. His hair had grown a little over the summer, but he was still as attractive as Kurt remembered.
"The fuck are you doing, Evans?" Puck seethed. The boy, Evans, merely shrugged in response.
"You were being a dick and I didn't like it. Now get the hell of me and leave him alone." Evans nodded towards Kurt.
Puck slammed Evans against the locker one last time before smashing his fist into the locker by Kurt's head, leaving the room.
"Hey, are you okay?" Evans asked worriedly.
"Kurt?" Santana's voice sounded in the room. "You're skipping Gym. Coach Sylvester had you indefinitely excused. You no longer take the pointless class. Instead, you're filling the block with Cheerios rehearsal." Kurt looked to Evans and then to Santana.
"Wait-."
"Yep. You're on the Cheerios now. Now we have to go. KHHHB meeting under the bleachers." Santana dragged him away.
"Santana-." Kurt waved briefly to Evans before smiling apologetically as he made his way out of the room.
Santana looked towards him as she let go. "Who was that?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Evans. I don't know his forename. He's the one who tried to talk to me that day."
"Interesting. He'll do, I suppose. We'll appraise him at a later date."
They arrived at the bleachers, Tina, Brittany and Quinn already assembled.
"What the hell happened in the locker room, Kurt?" Santana asked.
"Just Puckerman not getting used to our little scheme. Predictable, I know, but he'll have no choice but to accept it."
Brittany nodded. "Are you sure that was it, Kurtie?"
Kurt knew that Brittany would know if anything else happened. Instead of replaying the entire conversation, he just nodded.
"Well, you and Tina are officially on the Cheerios now. Coach had no qualms with letting you both join, surprisingly. Santana and I remain as co-captains, but I have a suspicion that Coach will value your input more, Kurt." Quinn smiled.
"Kurt?" The voice of Evans made everyone look around. The blonde boy stood there, timidly running his hand through his hair.
Brittany gave Kurt a look that said Go, Kurt, he's totally into you. Kurt smiled at them and went to join Sam out from under the bleachers.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Puck was getting pretty heated in there," He said, eyes shining wildly with something Kurt couldn't quite decipher.
"I'm fine, thank you. I didn't quite get your name before."
"Sam," Sam immediately said, stretching out his hand. "Sam Evans."
"Kurt Hummel."
"That's a lovely name," Sam said, hating himself for how cliche this whole thing was.
"I'm glad you think so. I wanted to thank you, as well, for before. Nobody has ever stood up to anyone for me before at this school. It's pretty rare around here."
"Honestly, no thanks are necessary. I'm just shocked that nobody else thought to help you."
"I'm just shocked that nobody else thought to join in," Kurt laughed slightly.
Sam smiled (and oh wow he was beautiful when he did that). "I actually thought about that earlier. I'm sorry for not doing more to help you before summer. It was pretty awful what was said to you and I could've done more to stop it." Sam looked genuinely distraught that he hadn't been able to help. In that moment, Kurt knew that Sam Evans was one of the most special people at the school.
"Oh, Sam, don't think that way. They had you physically restrained. From what I saw, there were like five guys pinning you down for even talking to me. You're totally...forgiven, if that's what you're looking for?"
"Partially. I also wanted a date, if you'll accept," Sam asked, blushing.
"Excuse me?" Kurt could not believe that something like that happened to him in Lima, Ohio.
"You know, a date. Two people, sometimes four, sharing a dinner or a romantic event in order to expand their knowledge of each other and begin a relationship."
"Wait, what?" Somehow, Kurt had lost all of his charisma and was stuttering like an idiot.
"Look, Kurt, this could go on forever. How about I meet you after school tomorrow? I'll have a table booked somewhere romantic. I'll let you get back to your friends."
"Sam, wait!"
The boy turned around.
"Y-Yes. I'll go out with you."
Sam's grin took over his face and he walked away, for real this time. Kurt blushed considerably and went back to the other four.
"What was that about?" Tina asked as soon as Kurt sat down.
"Sam asked me out." Kurt said quickly, hoping the blush would fade.
"Awww," The girls, minus Santana, cooed.
"Hummel's finally gonna get laid!" Santana cheered, praying that this day would come sooner rather than later.
"Not just yet, Santana."
"Whatever, it's still going to happen, be happy, Grandma!"
And Kurt was happy. Because he had a date with the hottest boy in school, besides himself of course, and he was a cheerleader. He was the high school cliche he had already thought about being. Why wouldn't everything be perfect?
Meanwhile, Noah Puckerman walked with purpose towards Sam Evans, a few backup members behind him.
"Evans. Heard through the grapevine that you're dating Hummel."
Sam stared back at Puck stonily. "We're going out tomorrow. I don't see how that's any of your business."
"You see, anyone on my football team that wants to go all homo for Hummel needs to be punished." Puck cracked his knuckles. "Boys, let's teach Evans why dating dudes doesn't always end well."
Karofsky's fist connected with Sam's nose and the latter fell to the floor, clutching his face. Puck straddled him, bashing his face over and over again as the other three kicked at him repeatedly. There was nobody around. Sam had no defence. He was starting to think that they would never stop.
He just covered his face and prayed that someone would find him.
"I think he's learned a lesson about not stepping out of line. Boys."
And, with that, they walked away, leaving Sam writhing on the floor, agony shooting across his body, muscles burning from the injuries. All because he asked out the person that he liked. Sam cursed the injustice of it all as the blood still gushed from his nose.
As Sam reflected on his situation, he realised that things would never really change, not when being different was punished rather than celebrated.
He would still go out with Kurt, nothing would stop that. He found the boy completely captivating and wanted to know more. Not even a hundred jocks would stop him from dating. And that was a promise Sam Evans knew that he could keep.
Author's Note: The song, of course was Run This Town by Jay-Z ft. Rihanna and Kanye West. I omitted Kanye's part due to the fact that I don't really like it and the chorus fits the singers better.
So Hevans is officially on! Or is it?
The next chapter features:
-Kurt finding out that Sam is in the hospital and visiting him
-Brittany asking another KHHHB member for help with a personal problem.
-Two members spontaneously begin the battle against Puck with a minor strike against him.
-The end of a relationship
