Chapter 3- Hate Speech
Kurt had had enough.
He hated the way that he was treated just for being himself. What was he supposed to do? Recreate the dreaded Mellencamp look and date the entire cheerleading squad (minus the guys) and become top stud of McKinley just so some homophobes weren't offended by him?
Well he was done.
He vowed to stick it to the next person who challenged him in any sort of homophobic way. He had a hell of a lot to say and nothing left to lose. He was at the end of his tether and if Azimio Adams decided to call him a 'fairy' before slamming him into a locker, then he would rant at him. But obviously, it was David Karofsky who had to push him across the line. Well, the entire football team was there, sans the Glee guys who were at Booty Camp. Kurt had been excused since he had come out of his shell and proved his competent dance ability. Mike had been shocked, Brittany not so much since they had attended the same ballet class together up until the start of high school.
"Fag." Karofsky spat as Kurt flew into the dumpster. Before they could leave, he clambered out with so much resilience and clenched his fists.
"What the fuck is your deal, Karofsky?" He yelled, causing the whole team to turn around.
"In case I haven't made it clear, Hummel, you're my problem. You think you can just spread your disgusting little disease across this school but you just want us to catch the gay." Karofsky countered.
"You know what, Karofsky; I am sick and tired of being called a disease. Homosexuality is not contagious, you little shit. I am well aware that I am the only gay kid at this school, well at least the only one brave enough to come out and be who I am. You and all of your cronies would never understand something as simple as individuality because I'm pretty sure you would spend half of your time in the English classroom just learning how to spell the word. By the time senior year rolls around, I'll be getting ready to graduate with a 4.0 GPA average and a successful audition to Julliard, one of the premier performing arts school in the world. And where will most of you be? Right here. In Lima, this inconsequential cow town which spawns just as many ignorant Neanderthals as the entire country put together. You all contribute to that statistic. Is that all you want from your lives? You want to be a god damn statistic and not even attempt to make something of yourselves? Well that's fucking fine by me, but don't go around scolding people for celebrating their differences. You think I'm going to sneak into the locker rooms and watch all of you undress, don't you?" Silence. "Unless I'm gravely mistaken, which I'm not, I believe I have just asked you all a question and, if you can comprehend only the most simplistic rules of the English language, then my question warrants a response." Kurt glared at them fiercely. There was a murmur of affirmation.
"Just as I thought. In fact, you lot are the last people I would want to see without at least three layers of clothing covering your sweaty bodies. None of you are even remotely appealing to me and I have the most impeccable taste since Blake Lively. You're athletes, you should be in great shape but, instead, I see you shovelling platefuls of pure carbs into your poisonous mouths and think you can get away with that and still be desirable to girls. I have it on good authority that none of you have girlfriends and all but one of you is still a virgin. So think about that before you assume that I would even think about looking at you in various stages of undress. If your physical lack of appeal was not enough, you are all horrid human beings. Bullies like you should be shot down with a firing squad composed of all the people you've bullied. If would be the sweetest revenge. And I am no longer the fragile boy I once was. I can easily dish out the most torturous punishments onto you if you cause me anymore grief. If any more of my fabulous outfits gets ruined by a slushy, I will smack you down so quickly you won't have time to say 'gay'. Heed my warnings, boys, because it's the only one you're getting. That being said, I'm sure that Coach Sylvester will want to wholeheartedly defend the boy who won her Nationals in sophomore year by singing a medley in French. And we all know what Sue Sylvester is capable of. Ponder this before you waste your time throwing me in a dumpster or shouting slurs at me. Remember this. You won't be warned again."
Satisfied, Kurt was brave enough to turn his back on the jocks. Karofsky sauntered after him, a sneer taking over his face. Before Karofsky could punch him, Kurt spun around and grabbed his arm, twisting it into a very uncomfortable position.
"Did my speech just mean nothing to you? Think more carefully or I'll break it. Now I want an apology."
"No fucking way, Hummel." Kurt shrugged and twisted it more painfully. Karofsky whimpered.
"Fine, I'm sorry, okay, just let go of me." He winced as Kurt let go.
"Fuck with me again and I'll castrate you with a chopstick." Kurt whispered.
He flounced away with sass, knowing that his speech now made him safe at McKinley. He dialled a number on his iPhone.
"Hello?" The voice answered.
"It's done."
"Oustanding." Santana purred back. Now to get her boy to the top of the social pyramid.
"I'll drop the recording off in your locker tomorrow morning. By the way, I taped it to my junk." He laughed down the phone. This year was going to be oodles of fun.
Author's Note: Chapter 4 to come soon! Review if you liked and any prompts that you have thought of are extremely welcome to me. Send them in and I'll do them gladly! xxxx
