"Excuse me, New Directions and Trouble Tones singing groups. Mr. Kurt Hummel, I need to see you in my office immediately," Figgins announced. Blaine looked at Kurt and vice versa. Had he won the election? Did this mean Kurt was senior class president?
"Go," Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded and grabbed his bag. He was nervous; being student council president meant everything to him. He got up and followed Principal Figgins down the hall in silence. He began to suspect something was wrong. Why wasn't he saying anything? Kurt felt his heart beat faster and faster as they went down the hall to Figgins' office.
His dad was in there. And Coach Beiste? Kurt didn't see why they were in there. He was beginning to get worried. He hadn't done anything. They couldn't accuse him for thinking about cheating. He wouldn't cheat.
Figgins gestured for him to have a seat, but Kurt didn't want to. He stood by his dad, resting his hands on the back of the chair.
"First of all, Mr. Hummel, congratulations on your early exit poll numbers," Figgins said, holding a stack of papers in his hand. Kurt wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he said 'congratulations' so it must be something good. "Things are looking very good indeed for you," he added.
Kurt smiled and linked his fingers together. Did that mean he'd won? It sounded like he was well on his way to senior class president, and more importantly, admitted into NYADA.
Kurt's dad spoke up next. He'd almost forgotten he was there. "Thank you, Figgins. Now can you tell me why I'm here today?"
Kurt was wondering the same thing. He didn't see why his dad needed to be there if he was just getting told that it looked like he was going to win. Unless there was something more…
"There seems to have been some irregularities with the student council ballot boxes," Figgins told them. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. Irregularities?
He said what he had been thinking. "Wh-what do you mean by irregularities?" he asked, getting worried. The election was everything to him. His college admission was riding on it. Nothing could go wrong.
"Kurt won… but by 190 votes," Beiste explained. 190? That was a lot. Kurt knew it was too good to be true. As good of a chance as he had, he wasn't that popular among his peers.
But his dad didn't seem to see the problem. "That's great!" he exclaimed. Looking around and seeing everyone's face, he knew there was a catch. "That's great, right?"
Beiste picked up a stack of ballots. "Well, the problem is that there's more ballots than there are seniors, and Kurt won by a suspiciously wide margin."
Kurt stared down at the stack of papers. No. He hadn't cheated. It wasn't him. But how could he prove that?
He rushed to defend himself. He wasn't getting in trouble for something he hadn't done. "No, no, I-I didn't do it," he stammered. "I didn't cheat. I-I mean, I thought about it, but I-I-I didn't-"
"What do you mean 'you thought about it?'" his dad asked him. If there was anything Burt had tried to teach Kurt, it was that cheating would get him nowhere.
"I thought about it be-because I wanted to win so badly," he explained. "I was worried that I wouldn't. But, but, I didn't cheat. I-I worked really hard on this." Kurt looked from his dad to Figgins and back again. They had to believe him. Figgins just shook his head, and Kurt knew his dad wasn't buying what he was saying. They all looked at him- his dad, Coach Beiste, Figgins, and Kurt knew he was screwed unless he found a way to prove it wasn't him.
"You can go now, Mr. Hummel," Figgins said. "Class is almost over." Kurt turned and walked out of the office, but his dad grabbed him by the arm.
"Let go," Kurt said, pulling away. His shirt would be ruined if it got wrinkled. "Dad, I didn't do it."
"We'll talk about it at home, tonight," he told him. Kurt couldn't read his face, and it hurt to think that his own dad wouldn't believe him. "Go to class. I'm going back to work." His dad clapped him on the shoulder, and Kurt hurried to get out of the office. He didn't want them to see him cry.
The bell rang, and Kurt walked up to his locker, where of course Finn and Rachel were waiting for him.
"Someone stuffed the ballot boxes," he told them, and shrugged his shoulders. He knew he was about to cry. "They think I did it."
Kurt crossed his arms and sniffled. "If they prove I did it, then I could be suspended."
Finn looked puzzled, like he couldn't possibly imagine who would do that.
"Oh my God, Kurt-" Rachel started, but he cut her off.
"And I lost," he added. It was just the icing on top of the cake. "I lost the election, I lost the lead in West Side Story. I can forget about New York and NYADA. They're never going to take me now. You know the worst part is that I really, for a second, thought I won."
That was the worst part. He'd gotten his hopes up, only to have it crash down on him. It had happened too many times. Kurt felt his eyes watering up, and Rachel grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye.
"Kurt, I'm so, so sorry," she said. Kurt shook his head and walked away.
"I have to find Blaine," he told her, and took off down the hall. It was the beginning of lunch, so he didn't have to be anywhere. Kurt was crying, but he saw Blaine at his locker.
"Hey," he said, eager to find out what had gone on in the principal's office. Kurt was crying so hard he couldn't even talk, and Blaine knew it was bad. "What's the matter? What happened?" Blaine pulled Kurt close and wrapped his arms around him. He was sobbing uncontrollably, and he tangled his fingers in the back of Blaine's polo shirt.
He just let him cry for a minute. He'd never seen Kurt so distraught. "It's okay," he told him, running his hand up and down his back. "It's okay. Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"Someone stuffed the b-ballot box," Kurt choked out. "I didn't do it, Blaine, I swear I didn't."
Blaine kissed the side of his head and led him into the choir room. That way they could talk privately. Kurt was shaking from crying so much.
"It's okay," he promised, sitting across from him and wiping the tears from his face. "I believe you. I know you wouldn't do that." Kurt sniffled and looked down at the ground. "We'll figure out who did it, and you won't be suspended. They can't suspend you if they can't prove it was you."
Kurt started again, tears streaming down his cheeks, but Blaine quickly soothed him. "No, don't cry. It's gonna be okay. Kurt, you're talented enough to get into NYADA without being class president. You have glee club, and the musical."
"I just thought that I had won," Kurt said. Blaine didn't blame him. He thought when Figgins came into the choir room he was going to tell Kurt had had won, too.
"I know, honey," he told him. "I know how badly you wanted it. But at least now you don't have to deal with student council meetings, or planning for prom or homecoming. Now you can just enjoy your senior year."
"It won't be very enjoyable knowing I have no college to go to," Kurt grumbled. "My dad was there. He didn't believe me when I said I didn't do it. Figgins didn't believe me, Coach Beiste didn't believe me, and neither does my own dad."
Blaine knew in his heart that Kurt hadn't done it. He was probably just so nervous and flustered he had a hard time explaining himself.
"We'll talk to him," Blaine said, and tilted Kurt's chin up so he was looking at him. "He'll believe you if you just sit down and talk to him. And we'll figure out who really did it sooner or later. It'll be okay, baby. Do you want to go get some lunch now? I'm hungry."
Kurt nodded, and Blaine stood up and hugged him again. Kurt wasn't crying anymore, but Blaine knew how much it had hurt him. To be accused of something he obviously hadn't done was upsetting for him. Blaine just wished he could magically make everything all better for him.
Author's Notes:
I hated this episode so much, just because of what happened to my baby. He was so upset and he didn't even want to talk to Rachel or his brother, he just had to find Blaine, and it broke my heart. I wish we could've seen them talking, but I wrote it so I hope you liked it! I just wish Kurt would've been class president. He could've planned a way better prom than Brittany's dinosaur thing. I don't even know what that was about.