If you hadn't already guessed, Mercedes will not be a nice girl in this story. I got a PM complaining about how I was abusing her character and that I should give her a redemption storyline in the near future. It should be plain to see that this is my story and I can do what I like with the characters included in it. I do listen and include reviewer ideas and I always encourage you all to tell me what you would like to see. The exception being if it changes my projected storylines to come. If it doesn't, by all means suggest anything you like! If I think I can work it in, I will definitely make an effort to do so!

I just thought I would mention that the conclusion of this chapter contains quite a lengthy helping of Mercedes bashing.

Throughout the story, these characters will not be well received: Artie, Finn, Mercedes, Puck and Rachel. The Rachel stuff isn't too heavy, just some simple remarks about her character. Same for Artie. The other three are subjected to some heavier stuff, as you have already witnessed. As for Puck, I usually love him but I wanted a villain who isn't Karofsky for a change. I sometimes find using him as a default villain is repetitive. I've done it a fair few times to placate the canon (as I usually write in Season 2 territory) but I wanted to stray away from that.

THIS PART IS REALLY IMPORTANT: The next four/five chapters will be happening on the same day. They will be short as they are setting up some plot points. Each character will have a chapter of their own that leads into Chapter 15. Anyway, I'll leave you to read the chapter!

PS: So sorry that this has taken so long!

Chapter 10- Relentless (Kurt)


"Have I mentioned how lucky I am to be going out with you?" Sam leaned across the table at Alessandro's, the classy restaurant that Sam had chosen for their first official date.

Kurt smiled back, blushing slightly. "I thought we talked about compliments. If you're allowed to relentlessly shower me with love, I'm allowed to reciprocate, despite your doubts."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. You're an abhorrent person and I can't believe I ever considered dating you tonight."

Kurt chuckled. "That's much better. So I've never really done this date thing before. What are first dates usually about?"

Sam sighed, remembering his only other first date with a guy called Max back at his old school. It was awkward, but they got through it easily enough. With a few feeble questions, they had spent a lot of time eating so that they didn't have to talk. Sam realised that it would probably be the converse with Kurt. He hadn't really been that invested in Max but had accepted his date invitation to not dismiss anything out of hand. Their date had confirmed that there was no spark between them. Even Max had discovered that and told Sam as much. Sam was relieved.

He swallowed. "My only prior experience was rather awkward and there wasn't a second date. But I think that we should get to know each other a little more. We kind of jumped into this whole thing without being friends first. I mean, I admired you from afar, so I know some things about you, but I don't know that much. Tell me something that nobody else knows about you."

Kurt tilted his head at the question but smiled. "I'm trying to think of something that even Brittany doesn't know."

Sam shook his head. "She doesn't count. You two are much too close to have secrets."

"I'm a certified mechanic. I could probably make a career out of it if I wasn't going to be a doctor."

Sam was amazed for two reasons. Kurt fixed cars and that was ultimately one of the hottest things ever. He was also smiling at Kurt's confidence where his career in medicine was concerned. Sam had watched E.R but he couldn't even say some of the words on there, never mind even begin to learn what they meant and remember such definitions. He gave Kurt major props for choosing such a difficult life for himself. He had no doubts that Kurt could handle it.

"What about you?" Kurt asked.

Sam thought for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say about himself that wouldn't drive Kurt away and that nobody else knew about him. "Uh, I can speak fluent Na'vi."

Kurt wanted to laugh, but he couldn't bring himself to. Learning a language was an impressive skill, after all. No matter whether that language was fictional or not. Considering it further, Kurt figured that fictional languages were harder to learn because they were few sources of true fluency. For Sam to be so committed to doing something so obscure took determination Kurt was surprised at.

"That's…honestly really impressive I mean, I knew you knew some words from what you said at the hospital, but I had no idea that you were fluent."

Sam's eyes lighted with surprise and elation. "Really? You don't think it's completely nerdy of me?"

"It's actually kind of genius. You can talk about people and everything around you without them even knowing. Plus, it mustn't have been easy for you to learn. There isn't exactly a class in it that you can take."

Sam shrugged, unused to people thinking that this nerdy attitude was anything close to him being smart in any way. "Lor menari."

Kurt frowned and pursed his lips. "Translation, please?"

Sam laughed. "I just said that you have beautiful eyes. You do. They're a colour I've never seen before. Is there a colour for them?"

Kurt smiled. "I don't know, actually. I used to just call them rainbow eyes. I just thought that was kind of cute. It worked up until I was like twelve and then I stopped wanting everything to be cute."

"Well, you definitely graduated from cute and went straight to sexy."

Kurt blushed. He had never been called that before. Never. Sure, Tina had called him 'hot' in his bathroom, but that was about it. Sam was basically the person that he had needed around him ever since he could remember. Not just for the compliments, of course. But for the company. The male company, to be more specific. Finn was probably the most male company he had had and hadn't that blown up in his face one too many times? That reminded him that Finn was now working against them during their scheming. He wouldn't be too hard to take out, but he would have to be watched.

Perhaps more closely considering the tall teen was somehow hidden behind a particularly thick plant pot at the very same restaurant that was currently accommodating Kurt and Sam's date.

And he was not alone.

"Hudson, when do we get to go over and put an end to this?" Azimio hissed quietly down the phone. The jocks were stationed at different points within the restaurant and the exterior. Finn could not allow Kurt to keep dating Sam. He had liked Sam quite a bit. The dude was cool and liked Halo well enough, so that counted for a lot. Now that he had (probably) been intimidated into not trying out for quarterback so Finn could take it, Finn had no problem with him. Until he showed up at the house with fucking flowers. You don't get a dude flowers. That was pretty gay of them, even by Kurt's standards.

Finn watched them laughing as Kurt left for the bathroom, where Puck was stationed. Puck had placed himself there, knowing that one of them would wander in there eventually. And it was Kurt who walked briskly towards the bathroom.

Sam watched him leave and then…looked directly at Finn.

Finn held his breath, hoping that Sam wouldn't notice what was going on. To his relief, the boy looked back to the table and asked for the bill as their dessert places were cleared. Finn figured that Sam took the opportunity to ask for the bill while Kurt was in the bathroom so he could pay without Kurt protesting. It was a pretty genius move, Finn had to give Sam credit for that. But he didn't see why Kurt should pay at all. He was the girl in their relationship, after all.

A haunting voice that sounded a lot like Kurt floated around his head. "The entire point of a gay relationship is that there is no girl, you imbecilic creature. You have enough of a problem with it that you should at least know that."

Finn shrugged to himself, wincing as the plant leaves swayed with his movement. "Once they leave, sneak around the back and surround them in the parking lot. But we're not fighting. This is about education, not damage."

"Fuck that shit," Azimio replied quietly. Finn sighed down the phone and Azimio groaned. "Maybe I can get on board with that. But you gotta let me punch something Hudson before I go insane."

Finn chuckled quietly and hummed his affirmation. "I'll give you the key to the weight room and you can go in and have at it."

"How the fuck do you got the key?"

"Special privileges for scholarship seekers. It doesn't hurt that I'm the quarterback, either," Finn replied smugly.

"Fuck that."

Kurt exited the restroom and Finn expected to see him paler than usual and maybe with a bruise or two. He had told Puck not to hurt him for fear of Burt and his mom seeing it, but maybe some verbal torment would teach Kurt his lesson.

But no. Kurt showed no signs of anything. He looked completely neutral, like he hadn't even seen Puck in there. Maybe he hadn't.

"You paid the bill?" Kurt asked.

"I wanted to treat you tonight. I asked you out, so I paid. We can alternate. You can choose what we do and pay next week if you like."

Kurt beamed because Sam didn't want to treat him like a girl. He realised that they were equals. He understood. "That sounds perfect. I have a few ideas, already."

"Just don't make plans next Wednesday," Sam warned.

"Why not?"

"I was planning to make it our first date, so everything's paid for, but the particular thing didn't come around quick enough so it'll have to be next week. I was going to hold off until then but I really wanted to take you out tonight."

"I can't say I'm not completely curious, but I'll anticipate it with bated breath. Shall we make the journey home then?"

"I'm wondering why you're oh so eager to leave, Hummel," Sam said in a singsong voice.

"The sooner we leave, the sooner we can make out in the car," Kurt whispered in his ear.

Sam scrambled out of his seat and took Kurt's hand, leading them both out of the restaurant.

Finn dialled Azimio again. "Move out. Someone get Puck. He's leading this charge."

"Got it."

"I've had a really nice time tonight, Sam. You're such a—."

"Enormous douchebag with horrible comedic timing and a bad conversationalist?"

Kurt laughed. "Not what I was planning, but if you say so. You're wonderful."

Sam mock gasped. "Was that a compliment that slipped out of that sexy mouth of yours?"

Kurt coughed. "I believe it was. Face it, Evans. You're wonderful and I like to give compliments."

Sam sighed. "You're allowed three a day then."

"I've already used one," Kurt said. "Let's see now. You are…outrageously beautiful, especially tonight. And…you make me feel so damn good about myself. Like I'm valued."

"That's because you are," Sam smiled that gorgeous crooked smile that Kurt loved. "This has been a perfect first date."

"You know how to seal the perfect first date don't you?" Kurt raised an eyebrow enticingly.

"With a parade?"

Kurt slapped him on the arm. "Samuel."

Sam grabbed his face, laughing and kissed him passionately on the lips. Kurt sighed contentedly. It was a kiss for the ages, one that went on and on in his mind, but only lasted a few seconds in reality. It really was the perfect way to seal a perfect night. And it had been perfect.

Until…

Kurt and Sam were roughly pulled apart and thrown to the floor. The jocks stepped backwards as Puck walked into the circle.

"You two are just disgusting."

The two stood immediately, dusting themselves off. Kurt gave a Sam an 'I'll handle this' look and the blonde nodded, subdued, but he would step in if Kurt needed him to.

"You actually gate crashed our night," Kurt said in disbelief. "You hate us that much that you waste all of your optimum drug-selling time in order to spy on us? Someone's a little obsessed. I don't blame you. We are flawless, after all."

"Cut the shit, Hummel. We came here so you two would know that this little gay relationship is not something anybody wants to see."

Sam wanted to intervene then, but remembered that Kurt needed power on his side. Sam reached into his pocket and set his phone to record the conversation. He figured that Kurt would need proof of his future spiel so people would believe him.

"Nobody in the restaurant had a problem. Funnily enough, the only people concerned with this relationship is you guys. Wasn't this whole vendetta about you all thinking I was going to jump and fuck you? Now I'm monogamous and you're still on my back? That's kinda fucked up. Maybe you just want to watch…"

"That's fucking sick, Hummel," Azimio jumped in.

"No more than watching any of you writhe around on top of your poor, poor female conquests as they pretend to enjoy themselves to fuel your egos. I know things about all of you that would make you look awful in front of each other."

"He's bluffing," Finn stepped in.

"Am I? So Santana didn't tell me that you lasted for exactly thirty six seconds inside her before you came? Am I wrong that you were the size of a Kit-Kat? That you almost put it in her ass?" Kurt smirked.

Finn paled as the guys laughed at him. Finn knew what he was thinking was mean, but he needed something. "Picturing me having sex? That's almost incest."

Kurt expected something to come up about that so he laughed loudly. "Why would I need the mental images of you, you limp dick asshole? I have some very real pictures of my impressively hung boyfriend. I'm sure you all know from the locker rooms."

Sam was wondering when Kurt had seen his junk and then realised that he was bluffing to make a point. Sam was fine with that. Kurt wasn't wrong. He was well hung. Very well hung, actually. He wasn't embarrassed by that.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to vacate this toxic environment and converse with a group that has a collective IQ of more than 20."

While certain jocks were trying to figure that out, some still laughing at him, Noah Puckerman realised that he had actually just had his ass handed to him by Kurt fucking Hummel.

This did not go well, Puck thought before quickly making plans for another scheme that would definitely go better. And maybe break up Kurt and Sam at the same time…


Mercedes Jones smirked to herself as she realised that she was walking a little bit taller. Her former friends had to know that they were treading a very thin line and her latest rumour had done just that. Jacob Ben Israel was more than happy to publish it and she relished the repercussions once they took full effect.

"Hello Mercedes," Kurt greeted jovially as he intercepted her at the entrance to the cafeteria. Yes, a nice public setting would do nicely for this little endeavour. A few people were staring now, but Kurt wanted a major public event to completely ruin Mercedes for the despicable thing that she had done. It was completely out of character for Mercedes (or how he thought she operated) and the bitch needed to know this.

"Kurt."

"Oh, don't talk to me like I've burned down your house, Mercedes. It was only a matter of time before we faced facts. We were never best friends. You enjoyed my stereotype far more than my actual personality and I already had four best friends who love me for me. Your petty jealousy and territorial attitude had no place in my life."

"You don't know even know them, Kurt! Quinn and Santana were awful to us up until they joined Glee Club and even after. And now you claim that they're your best friends? That's fucked up, boy."

Kurt coughed. "Okay, Mercedes, I have something to say to you and I am only going to say this once. You can defend yourself however you like afterwards but you are going to stand here and listen to this without speaking. You think that everything you're doing is somehow Machiavellian when really it's just plain spiteful."

"Spiteful?" Mercedes echoed and Kurt put up a hand.

"I believe I told you to listen."

The energy in the cafeteria had died down and Kurt realised that everybody was listening. Mercedes blushed and Kurt smirked. Perfect.

"Confirm or deny. Did you leak the article about Santana and Brittany's sexuality to Jacob Ben Israel?"

Mercedes opened her mouth but no sound came out. She was guilty of that but she felt little remorse.

"Wait. Don't answer that. Because you would probably just lie your way out of it anyway. Only, this time, I'm not blind to you. I know that you wanted to sabotage me by getting to them." Kurt raised his voice slightly on the next part. "You know that hurting me doesn't work since this godforsaken excuse for a school has made sure every part of my character is attacked on a daily basis. So you attack my friends. And with such an issue as sexual orientation. Clearly you've learned nothing from our year in Glee Club.

"You've soiled whatever miniscule pieces of civility between us. I loathe you, Mercedes Jones. To out two people just because you're unhappy with your own pathetic life is low. Even for you."

Mercedes winced at that. Kurt was being way out of line. However much she wanted to speak, she knew that Sue Sylvester was lurking around somewhere. And defying one of the only students she actually liked was a suicidal decision.

"I cannot believe you've done this. Considering all the times you've preached about the importance of equality for minorities, it's a fucked up thing to do. I've already talked to Mr. Schuester and asked to have you removed from Glee Club."

"You can't do that!"

Kurt sighed, twirling his hair around his finger, cocking his hip to one side. "Unfortunately, I can't. Mr. Schuester compromised by having you suspended for two weeks and ineligible to perform a solo section at any competition this year. You may protest, but you can't deny how royally jacked up you've made things. You've taken the identities of two struggling teenagers and made them targets. Already today, nine people have said that they're going to try to make them straight again by showing them how much fun men can be. A senior even pressed Santana up against the lockers earlier and kissed her neck. That's fucking sexual harassment! I've already filed a formal complaint but I wanted you to really know what you've done. And all because you wanted a gay best friend, a stereotype that I am personally offended by."

"I didn't—."

"Don't you dare say that you didn't mean it, Mercedes. While I will concede that you did not ask for such repercussions, you foresaw them, of that I'm sure. You'd best hope that Santana's grandmother does not get wind of this nasty little story or else bad things will happen to you. Usually, I'm against hurting people, but you deserve nothing but lots and lots of hurt."

"You can't hurt a girl," Mercedes defended smugly.

Kurt laughed. "Who the fuck says I can't? According to this town, I'm more of a girl than you are. But I'm not going to physically harm you, Jones. I'm going to use emotional torture. That's even worse. And, don't forget, I know all of your secrets. Even if I don't, I'm sure Quinn does. And she won't hesitate to take you down. No, I'm going to leave you to Brittany if anything bad happens. And you know Brittany when somebody hurts Santana…"

Mercedes gulped.

"Oh, yes," Kurt eyes lighted evilly. "Until we graduate, you had best lay low, you complete bitch. If I hear of one thing that you've done that hurts the people I care about, I'm going to absolutely ruin you. Oh, and before you threaten to do it, because you bark and don't bite, report me to Figgins. Let's see who's going to back up besides Puckerman. Goodbye, Mercedes. Have a nice time with the vultures."

Kurt turned to the rest of the school, who had been eating peacefully. "Consider this a warning," he said before heading to the gym where he had asked his friends to wait and get a head start on the new Cheerios routine, which featured Kurt and Tina on lead vocal. It was a perfect way to showcase the newcomers and instate Kurt's reputation as top bitch of McKinley.

Kurt smirked as he thought of the weeks to come.

Oh, it was so on.