A/N: Chapter 3. Brittany/Britney this time. I had to split it into 2 chapters, so enjoy part 1. Also, a big thanks to Ylenia who is translating this into Italian for me (like seriously, she supermegafoxyawesomehot) love you lots!

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Kurt thumbed through a book on his bed as Santana sharpened her dagger in the corner, Brittany also pouring over books as her girlfriend looked on. "What do you think to shaking up McKinley a little?" Kurt asked out of the blue, still looking at his book.

"How do you mean?" Santana asked, instantly cautious.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh stop worrying. No magic involved, I promise. "All I meant was trying something a little...different in Glee club." He pondered. "A little more risqué." He grinned. "Schuester needs to learn a little humility, and the fact he completely ignores me pisses me off."

Santana snorted, settling into Kurt's desk chair. "Now that, I can support." She agreed. "Honestly, how do these humans cope? If that's the sort of thing I'm supposed to grow up and become, then sorry but we're going back. I don't give a damn if Aladorn enslaves the planet, I'm not going to become a gel wearing, 80's obsessed weirdo like him." She leant forwards.

Brittany paused, looking up from the huge book she was reading. "What do you have in mind?"

Kurt smirked. "Well, what's one thing teachers in this world are afraid of? One thing they can't stand to have their students acknowledge or, 'God forbid'," He sketched the saying with his fingers, rolling his eyes at the phrase. "Actually participate in?"

"Drugs?" Brittany speculated.

"Fun?" Santana quipped dryly.

"No." He smirked. "A train wreck. Long story short, we find a musical icon that passes off as someone we could admire, but really all we're doing is proving to Schuester how he can't control me and showing him he needs to listen to his students more." Kurt slid off the bed and strode to his mirror, eyeing his reflection.

"Still unnerving, huh?" Santana asked, going and standing by him.

Kurt nodded silently. "It's all wrong." He murmured. "The height, the build," He poked his cheek and shuddered. "The face..."

Santana nodded, turning and running her hands over her chest. "I just felt so...flat. Lucky me, plastic surgery is apparently a wonderful excuse." She rolled her eyes. "Bottom of the pyramid..."

"Like you give a damn." Kurt shot at her. Santana fidgeted. "Santana!" He cried, even Brittany looking alarmed. "Please tell me you're not getting invested in this place." He begged.

She looked affronted. "Of course not! You know the only people I care about in that school are you and Brit. I just..." she looked ashamed.

"You hate feeling degraded for trying to be you." Kurt finished softly. Santana nodded. Sitting on the bed again, he pulled her into a hug, sneaking a glance to Brittany who nodded in assurance. "San...it's never going to be easy. But we need to keep this up. We've been doing it for years, and it works so far. Aladorn can't wait us out forever. He might know we're here, but we have the advantage still. He doesn't know who we are, but he's fully aware we know who he is. Which is why playing human is important. Does it hurt? Hell yes. Is it irritating to be humiliated when you know that, in both personality and power, you're far better than nearly all of these people? Definitely. Believe me, I do know." He reminded her.

"Oh, Kurt...I'm sorry." She apologised, feeling guilty. They hugged, a sad silence filling the room until the dark haired girl pulled back to clear her throat. "So, what were you planning to do?"

"Brittney Spears." He decided with a glint.

"Oh no." Brittany begged. They looked at her. "Come on, I've heard that music- it's like sticking San's dagger in your ears. God, I'd have to put up with them all going 'hey, you're Brittany too. How cool is that?'" She mocked. Then noticed the smirk Kurt and her girlfriend were wearing. "I just dug my own grave, didn't I?" She asked wryly.

"'Fraid so Brit." Kurt agreed. "Even if it takes all week, I will get Schuester to bow to me. One way or another."

Santana and Brittany looked at him. "You know, I really think you'll be a great King one day Kurt." Brittany confided. Kurt blinked at her, stunned.

"Could anyone tell me who Christopher Cross is?" Mr. Schuester asked.

"He discovered America!" Brittany piped up. Kurt bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile, and noticed Santana pinched her side a little. It had become a challenge since they'd all joined Glee: How long would it take for Brit to crack one of them up with her 'vapid' remarks. So far, Kurt and Santana were still winning.

"Close." Mr. Schuester promised and Santana stifled a snigger. They really were ignorant. "He penned an iconic chart topper, 'Salem'."

Kurt made his first move, leaning towards Mercedes. "I have a bad feeling about this lesson." He admitted, the girl nodding and giving him a low-five. Tina also voiced her opposition. Their teacher persevered and Kurt sighed as he took the music, trying not to roll his eyes. They were only five minutes into the lesson. It was probably best to hold off his eye rolling- he was starting to fear it would become a habit. "Mr. Schuester?" He asked, raising his hand (the first time he'd had to do that Santana had kicked up a huge stink back at his house and it had taken three hours to reason with her. Even now, none of them liked it.) "If I may, I speak for all of us when I say that it's not the idea that we don't love spending a week on this adult contemporary," He promised, trying to butter the man up a little. Years of dealing with the council made it a task he'd become familiar with, albeit not one he liked to take up his time. "It's just...as teens...it's not really the sort of music that's easy for us teens to relate to." He pointed out.

"Kurt, it's easy listening." Mr. Schuester pointed out, confused. "The name speaks for itself."

"But really...it's not for us. We don't find this," He gestured to the sheet music. "Easy to listen to." He pointed out rationally, the others all nodding along. "However there is a burgeoning facebook campaign that has swelled to over five members," He promised, Brittany smiling as she recalled fixing the computer up with Kurt. "The ardent demand? That this week, we perform at the fall homecoming assembly, the McKinley High School Glee club perform a number by, wait for it," He paused dramatically. "Miss Brittney Spears!" He concluded, leaning back in what he hoped was a 'diva' way. Judging by the reaction, his choice was perfect and the others all went along- Tina even clapped.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, no." He tried as Kurt turned and talked with the others. Kurt let his face contort in frustration as he slumped back. "I just don't think she's a very good role model." Mr. Schue explained. That's the whole point. Then Rachel defended him. See? Even Berry's behind it!

"I don't want to do Brittney." Brittany admitted, just like they'd rehearsed.

"Why no Brittney, Brittany?" Kurt asked, a little amused by what he just had to say. Sure enough, Brittany let out the spiel she'd told them that night in Kurt's bedroom. What Kurt didn't expect was Mr. Schuester to run with it. He sat up straighter. "Mr. Schue, you can't be serious!"

"Kurt, we're not doing it." Mr. Schuester said. "That's final."

"Why?" Kurt demanded.

"You just heard Brittany-!"

"I thought this was a place where you listened to your students." Kurt reminded him. "Last time I checked, being a teacher does not involve dictating everything we say or do. We should be allowed to have an input." He sobered a little. "Everyone deserves a chance to have their voice heard...no one person should have their opinion silenced and a majority should certainly not have to abide by a rule simply to appease a minority." He argued passionately.

"Kurt does have a point Mr. Schue." Mercedes chimed in. "Most of us here really like Brittney."

"Yeah, and whilst Brittany is right in the sense she'll never really be as talented as Ms. Spears or myself, of course, I'm sure doing a Brittany week would give her the perfect opportunity to embrace their similarities and-!"

"Enough!" Mr. Schuester shouted. "I said no, and I mean no. This is the end of the discussion." He snapped.

"Dictator..." Kurt mumbled.

Mr. Schuester scowled. "Kurt, if you continue to be insolent, you can go take it up with principal Figgins." He warned. Kurt scowled back but settled back into his seat again, Mercedes rubbing his shoulder and whispering words of agreement in his ear. "Now, let's move on." He decided, brushing the issue away. He glanced over his sheets. "Let's talk about Michael Boulton." Kurt sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to avoid a headache coming on.

It was going to be a long day.

Lunch was unusual.

Kurt settled with the other Glee kids at the lunch table, a salad and bottle of water on his tray. Mercedes eyed it curiously, taking in Kurt, then his lunch, before looking at Kurt again. Kurt glanced between his tray and his friend. "Something wrong?"

"Why have I never seen you eat anything other than salad?" She asked bluntly.

Kurt floundered a little. "What are you talking about? Of course I eat more than salad."

"You never have anything else for lunch." She pointed out. "And when I was at your house for a sleepover I noticed how all you had was two apples for breakfast along with a cup of green tea." She looked concerned and laid a hand on his arm. "Kurt, is everything okay? You know if you need to talk to us, you can." She promised him. "We won't judge. We're here for you."

"Mercedes, I-!" He cut off his excuse in the middle, head snapping up. His skin tingled. His markings itched. His entire body lit up. Someone was here. He could feel the trace. Whoever it was wasn't hiding. He was bold. He was...ignorant. Kurt made doubly sure his magic was hidden, secreting it deep in his chest. "I need to go." He blurted. "I-I just remembered I have some extra credit report for English I need to finish!" He told her, making a note to go ask for one once he'd dealt with the problem. Getting up, he left his tray and all but ran from the dining hall. Once out he moved fast, sniffing the air.

Aladorn.

He knew that signature anywhere. He'd been chasing it for years and had not only done that, but had been fighting with that bastard for many more before. He would know that magic signature even if surrounded by a billion others, he'd always be able to pinpoint it. And, although faint, that signature was there.

Why would Aladorn be at McKinley of all places?

And why the hell would he be so blatant?

Kurt knew the answer: he wouldn't be. Whoever it was, they weren't Aladorn. That much was obvious. He didn't know who was at McKinley, but whoever they were; they had been in contact with Aladorn. Not only that, but judging the fact he could smell the signature all around the school, it meant the person skulking around had been able to slip through the halls undetected. Meaning they'd been roaming around the school. What was worse, he could smell the signature was fresh. Whoever they were, they'd been around extremely recently. And that meant that, whoever was here, they could be only one thing. They were a recruiter. Someone had found McKinley and wanted to use it as a check point.

Shit.

Kurt was running, turning into the parking lot and gunning his engine, speeding as much as he dared. He ran several red lights, speeding all the way to his house as he screeched into the driveway, flinging open the door and jumping out, bolting down the stairs and pulling out his staff from under his bed. Going into his closet, he stepped through the secret door at the back. Grinning, he pulled out his bow and arrows, sliding the quiver across his shoulders and stringing the bow with a savage smile.

No one stepped on his land and got away with it.

Heading back to school, he stashed the equipment in his locker, using an undetectable extension charm he and Brittany had actually created themselves, and slammed it shut. He was about to bolt down the corridor when he felt the signature again, right down the end of the corridor and coming his way. In a panic, he ran into a janitor's closet, hiding and shutting the door almost all the way, leaving enough space to peek out. Sure enough five minutes later a tall boy was walking down the hall, leaving Kurt squinting out to try and get a good view. When he found who the recruiter was, not to mention reeking of Aladorn's stench, he felt himself scowl. Jesse St. James was whistling to himself as he strutted through McKinley, surveying the place with disinterest.

Kurt never liked that bastard.

He could still smell the human on him which made things easier. After all, despite joining the forces of a man hell bent on enslaving the planet, he wasn't used to magic and wouldn't have a clue who Kurt really was. Not to mention the kid would have no natural means of protection against Kurt. Once Jesse had gone, Kurt snuck out from where he was hiding. "Slimy git." Kurt hissed to himself under his breath. Thinking fast, he bolted down the corridor at an inhumane speed, heading straight for the gym where he knew the Cheerios would be practicing. Getting to the gym in less than a minute, Kurt slipped inside.

Sue walked up to him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my sweet Porcelain. Thinking of rejoining my Cheerios?" She asked.

"Erm, yeah, something like that." He agreed, thinking on his toes. "But, just to be sure I can absolutely keep up with your team, I'm just here to watch practice today, that way if I need to start training before joining I can do so."

Sue nodded. "Good idea Porcelain. You head to the bleachers." She ordered, clapping her hand on his shoulder. Then she screeched into her megaphone. "Alright you sloppy pathetic little babies! Get up! We're running the routine again!" She barked. The girls all scrambled into position as the music began once again, Kurt watching with a hawk like gaze. His eyes found Brittany.

Someone is here. Aladorn's come to McKinley. He warned through their link.

Brittany's eyes went wide as she toppled from her position on one of the boy's shoulders. Sue jumped on her. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Brittany, what was that? Did you air head cause you to float off his shoulder? Get up!" She shouted through the megaphone again. The girl looked at Santana before pretending to struggle up and fell down again. "UP!" Sue bellowed.

"Coach Sue, she's hurt her ankle!" Santana protested, kneeling beside the other girl. Sue stomped over. To everyone the injury was obvious and painful, a huge swelling around the ankle and awful discolouration already taking place. "My dad's a doctor, so I know a few things and she can't walk on that. She shouldn't even stand on it, Coach. Brit needs to be taken to the nurse's office and rest it up for at least a few days, if not longer. She can't perform routines on this." She stated. Her eyes flickered to Kurt, who nodded and levelled a gaze on Sue's back. His eyes flashed blue.

The woman's mouth opened, shut, then opened again. "Fine. You may leave and be excused from Cheerios for the next three weeks. I want that ankle healed. But, as soon as it is, you are straight back to practice. Santana may escort you to the nurse's office." She decided. "The rest of you, back to practice!" Sue bellowed as the other Cheerios scattered. Santana scooped Brittany up as Kurt ran down to help. "Porcelain, what are you doing?"

"She needs help. I've already seen enough and I know that I need some time to get in shape if I want to rejoin." Kurt lied smoothly. "But Santana won't be able to carry her, and Brittany can't walk on her ankle, so I'm going to take her to the nurse's."

Sue raised an eyebrow. "Porcelain, you're a doll. A pretty doll with long arms and lady features to rival Barbie herself, but you're just not..." Sue was rendered speechless as Kurt walked over and effortlessly picked up Brittany, gathering her into his arms as the three walked out. "Strong."

Once outside the gym Kurt dropped Brittany to her feet, the glamour around her ankle fading to reveal it as healthy and unharmed. "Were you serious?" She demanded.

"About what?" Santana asked.

"Deadly." Kurt answered Brittany. "I know that signature anywhere. We need to get going. Luckily, I know who he's using." Kurt smirked. "One Jesse St. James." He turned to Santana. "Jesse's recruiting for Aladorn."

"Oh shit..." Santana mumbled, before her face widened into a grin, her sharp canines poking out from beneath her top lip. "This is going to be fun." She predicted.

"Now, we'd better get moving. My guess is he'll be headed for..."

"Oh my God, Jesse!" Rachel's shrill voice came from the end of the hallway.

"Well double shit." Kurt commented as the three of them ran towards the disturbance. Jesse was there, holding Rachel's arms gently as he stared at her with a predatory grin.

"Jesse...what are you doing here?" She asked, stunned and more than slightly surprised.

Kurt stepped forwards. "Oh, I'm sure he's just here on business." He cut in smoothly. Rachel turned and blinked at the strange sight, Kurt standing tall without an hint of fear wasn't that unusual admittedly, but it was bizarre to see him in the company of Brittany and Santana. Plus, there was something else; a look in Kurt's eye that left a shudder trailing down Rachel's spine. It was something she'd never seen before, and couldn't put a name to. It looked almost...dangerous. Kurt was moving closer again. "Isn't that right, Jesse?" He asked coldly.

"Why would you say such a thing? I actually came back to see Rachel, as it happens." He lied.

"Oh yes, of course you did." Kurt commented dryly. "Along with the other students I've seen you milling about with today. Honestly? You're really not that charming Mr. St. Sucks."

"I'll have you know I ooze charm!" Jesse defended himself.

"Well you certainly ooze something...but I really don't think it's charm." Kurt admitted, eyeing him with disdain. "Now, Rachel, as touched as I'm sure you are by Jesse's supposed return to win your heart- and I'm not even going to go into why that's not true- I need to remind you that one: You're dating Finn and two: last time you saw him he made breakfast on your face." He pointed out. "So, why don't you go and make out with Finn under the bleachers whilst I deal with the little spy over here?" He offered. Rachel nodded, for once not arguing, as she tried to extract herself from Jesse's arms. But Jesse wasn't letting go.

"Jesse...get off me!" Rachel demanded, struggling. "Don't make me scream." She warned him.

"Yeah, you heard the lady." Santana added, moving so she was just behind Kurt. "Let. Her. Go."

"We mean it St. James. After all," Kurt levelled his gaze onto Jesse's slightly panicked eyes. "We don't want anyone getting hurt now. Do we?" He asked threateningly. Jesse still held onto Rachel and Kurt rolled his eyes, folding his arms. "Alright St. James, I'll give you to the count of three. If you haven't let Rachel go by then...well, let's just say I won't hesitate to let Santana have her fun. And trust me," Kurt's eyes flashed with something dark Rachel hadn't ever witnessed before. "I will not be far behind her." He promised. Slowly, Kurt held up a finger. "One."

"Y-You're bluffing." Jesse called out.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Two," He counted, another finger coming up.

"You wouldn't dare!" Jesse spat.

"Last chance St. James." Kurt warned. As he opened his mouth to complete counting, Jesse all but threw Rachel at them, Santana darting forwards to grab her as Kurt grinned, watching Jesse flee. "And now, we play." He murmured. Rachel just watched as he stalked off after Jesse, loping elegantly but quickly towards the other boy.

Rachel wasn't sure why, as her gaze followed Brittany and Santana as they followed Kurt, but she felt sure that they were never going to be bothered by Jesse again.

After his quick pit-stop at his locker to distribute their weapons Kurt continued his chase of Jesse. They easily followed the magic trace to the student parking lot where he was getting into his car. With a snap of his fingers behind his back, Kurt easily broke the engine. A smirk pulled at his mouth as he watched Jesse get more and more frustrated with his car until he got out and kicked it angrily. "Car troubles?" Kurt called out. Jesse backed up in fear.

"What do you want?" he asked defensively.

"Nothing," Kurt promised, casually sauntering forwards. Jesse felt afraid and confused. The shift in behaviour from the countertenor was unnerving. He'd never seen the boy so relaxed and confident. Instead of haughty pride and a purposeful sway in his hips he was sauntering with a natural grace, calm and easy. His features, usually schooled in a mask of disinterest, were neutral and void of emotion save for the knowing smile he wore, and the way his hands were stuck in the pockets of his jeans was an action that, in their brief interactions, he'd never seen. "I just want a little chat." He admitted.

"I-I have nothing to say to you." Jesse vowed, trying to remain confident. Kurt's smile grew a little.

"Well, you wouldn't. I mean, I don't recall puppets having voices of their own. Unless you count Pinocchio, but then again, he was a one off. Something you are definitely not." Kurt insulted with ease.

"I take offence to that!"

"You take offence to everything." Kurt dismissed with a wave. "Now, time for our chat." Kurt slammed his hand into Jesse's car. "I know who you're working for."

Jesse's face went paler faster than Kurt thought was humanly possible. "W-What do you mean?"

Kurt laughed scornfully. "Let's not play dumb here. You're already so blatantly thick you really can't afford to do so. I mean that I know all about you and your little overlord with plans to take over Ohio. And I'm going to tell you now: It stops." He promised.

Jesse regained his confidence. "You can't stop him. He's too powerful."

"Try me." Kurt offered, causing the other boy to falter again. "Yeah, I thought so. Now," Kurt grabbed Jesse by the t-shirt. "I'm going to make myself absolutely clear." He growled. "Stay. Away. From. McKinley. It's our turf. Come over here again, and I won't hesitate to slaughter you."

"You could never beat me." He snarled. "You don't have any power."

"Want to bet?" Kurt challenged. He leant in close, shifting his eyes to bright yellow, pupils becoming slits as he felt his tongue go forked. "You really want to bet, St. Jamesss?" Kurt hissed, drawing out the final 's' as his voice went deeper than ever.

Jesse backed away into the back of the car in fright. "What are you?"

"I'm part of the King's army. A new recruit sent to join the forces already here." He snarled, still hissing, tongue darting out. "Of course, we've not had chance to meet up with our people yet, so no one would be able to stop me from say..." Kurt trailed his free hand down Jesse's throat, feeling claws begin to emerge. "Snapping your neck?" He suggested, eyes narrowing menacingly.

"Well suck on this!" Jesse pulled out a stone and shot red energy at Kurt. Due to close proximity, Kurt was thrown back several feet, landing far away from Jesse's car, but on his feet nonetheless. "Minions!" He bellowed. A group of eleven soldiers sprung out of the hidden alcoves in the parking lot. Gently allowing scales to emerge on his body, Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Because that's supposed to be a surprise." He drawled.

"Attack!" Jesse screamed.

"Girls, take these chumps. I'm after St. James. After all, I need to let off some steam." Kurt rasped with a cruel smile. Santana grinned at him.

"Easy prey?"

"Easy prey." He agreed, running and jumping into the air. He sailed across several of the soldiers Jesse summoned- slicing through one who got in his way, watching blood spurt everywhere with some detached enjoyment- before he grabbed the human boy and tossed him onto the asphalt. Jesse tried to blast him again but Kurt deflected it with ease with the scales that he'd spread across his arms. "Pathetic human." He snarled angrily, grabbing the stone himself before Jesse could stop him and breaking three of his fingers in the process. His scream was music to Kurt's ears.

"Please don't kill me!" Jesse whimpered.

"Why?" Kurt demanded, picking him up and literally throwing Jesse into some nearby bins. The boy staggered up with a groan, clutching his head as a trickle of blood fell into his eye. "WHY?" Kurt bellowed angrily.

"W-W-Why what?"

"Why did you side with Aladorn, worm?" He growled, grabbing Jesse by the collar and lifting him off the ground. Jesse whimpered, feet kicking out in a futile attempt to find purchase. "Answer me or you die." Kurt threatened, letting his tongue whip out for emphasis.

"I-I don't know!" Jesse lied.

Kurt's eyes narrowed, deliberately flashing red in anger. "LIAR!" He called out, lifting the other boy higher.

"Okay, okay!" Jesse squeaked. "He promised me power a-and a place in his new world. He said he'd g-give me riches beyond my w-w-wildest dreams and that all I h-had to do was find him some men for his army!" He confessed in a hurry. "I was going to get money! And power! And status! No one would turn him down!"

"You're a pathetic, greedy little snot-nosed brat. You don't deserve to live." Kurt snarled.

"Well what about you? What did you do to Kurt?" He shot back, then let out a pitiful whine as Kurt tightened his grip.

A knowing, smug smile played around Kurt's mouth. "Oh, such a stupid little boy. Kurt Hummel is still very much inside the school. You don't think I wasn't watching you try to recruit? That boy did me a favour, not that he knows it; not only did I find an image to impersonate, but he stopped you from dragging off an unwilling girl." He grinned savagely. "I'm going to get one thing clear with you, human: You are nothing. You're not important. You're not powerful, or special. You're not intelligent, or talented, or even good looking. You. Are. Nothing." Kurt hissed. "Got that?" He checked. Jesse had tears in his eyes as he nodded, face red as they fell. "Good. Now," Kurt tossed him into the side of his car, watching the boy slump. "Get up and fight."

"H-H-Huh?" The Vocal Adrenaline star squeaked.

"You heard me. Man up and fight."

"No way." Jesse was scrambling up, but by the time he turned Kurt was in front of him. "I can't fight you!"

"Why not? Didn't you say 'I'll never win'?" Kurt paraphrased, stalking. Without warning, he shot his fist forwards, letting it slam into Jesse's nose. Then one came up into his jaw, whilst his foot hit him in the stomach. "Well? FIGHT." Kurt laughed as the boy wheezed, face dripping blood. "Just like I said: pathetic. You're worthless."

"I am not worthless!" Jesse screamed.

Gotcha.

Kurt easily twisted out of the way of Jesse's wayward fist, catching his kick with precise movements and tossing the boy back. Then Jesse lunged. Kurt let him have his fun, pinning Kurt for a few seconds as he drew his hand back. Then he ducked and the boy slammed his hand through the glass of his car, one of the shards cutting into his cheek. "My, my, how disappointing. It seems your accidents are more effective than your actions." He chortled as blood dripped from the shallow cut.

With a cry of fury, Jesse grabbed a large piece of glass and ran forwards. Kurt ducked but Jesse slashed in a new course, the makeshift blade tearing through Kurt's clothes and through the flesh of his arm. "I am not disappointing! You are not better than me! No one is better than me!" He screamed, slashing over and over at Kurt who ducked and weaved out of the way each time. Only on one more occasion did Jesse get in a blow, a lucky one to Kurt's side after the prince had got slightly cocky and pretended to yawn at the human boy's theatrics.

"Now this, this is more like it. Now it feels like pest control rather than just taking out the trash." Kurt laughed. Then he roundhouse kicked Jesse in his arm, not only snapping the bone in half but knocking the shard of glass flying before he booted the boy in the stomach three times. Grabbing him, despite the gash in his own arm, Kurt threw him against the wall, hearing the satisfying smack of the boy connecting with the concrete. Jesse slumped, barely conscious and bleeding heavily. "Now, if you survive this," He held up a hand at the pained and scared whine Jesse emitted. "Don't worry, there's only a small chance your injuries are life threatening," He assured the human boy with a grin. "You go to your precious little master, and let him know that the King's army aren't the only creatures who passed through, and they're not the only ones out to get him. Then tell him this: McKinley High School is defended." Kurt promised. "Understand?" He checked. Jesse nodded weakly. "Good." Then Kurt punched the boy in the face, knocking him out. Satisfied, he rummaged through Jesse's belongings, removing two other stones- a blue one and a violet one-from his jacket before pocketing them and collecting the red one from where he'd tossed it. Jogging back over, he found Santana and Brittany clearing up the bodies. They were looking even worse than he was.

Santana was bruised, a cut above her eyebrow that still trickled blood, her left arm cradled to her chest, and her Cheerios uniform stained red at the side, cut open slightly. She was busy dragging two of the soldiers' bodies away as Brittany limped over to him, her entire right calf mottled with new bruising and a gash all the way up the back, as well as a graze on her thigh that beaded with blood. Her blonde ponytail had come out and the ends of her hair were matted with blood, plus Kurt spied a trickle running down her arm. Her jaw was shadowed with a bruise, and she had fingerprints marking her arm, as well as a bruise on her forehead. "How were things?"

"Jesse might have been leading the recruitment drive, but the soldiers backing him were trained warriors. And they were good." Brittany informed him. "How was he?"

"More to the point, how did Aladorn lure him over?" Santana shouted over, also listening.

"How did you expect? A greedy human who'd been promised power." Kurt snorted as his friend rolled her eyes. "how good were the soldiers?"

"Very. Why?" She asked upon seeing how Kurt frowned.

"No reason. At least...not one I can divulge. I need to investigate a little more. Santana!" Kurt called out. "Take the bodies to our meeting spot! I need to examine them!" He explained. She nodded and continued shifting the evidence. He surveyed the scene, noticing the signs of the fighting. "Leave a few strewn around, we can pass it off as a gang fight. Morph the weapons into guns, stick some illegal drugs in their pockets or something, no one will suspect a thing." He decided. Brittany nodded. "But first, come here you." He beckoned her over. Putting his hand over her forehead, Kurt closed his eyes, letting his powers spread.

"Kurt, you don't need to do that..." Brittany mumbled as she felt her injury healing. Kurt just gave her a look and didn't respond, instead continuing to heal her. She fought back a smile. Even with his dragon eyes he could still pull off a 'bitch please, stop talking.' look and she was impressed to say the least, although it did look funny. It was only because she knew him so well that Brittany barely flinched as he ducked down to her leg, cleaning it up quickly.

"There. I left a little around your ankle so people won't suspect anything different and our cover story won't be blown." He concluded. "So be careful, alright?" He checked.

Brittany nodded. "Thanks." She told him appreciatively, then eyed his arm that was caked in blood and still bleeding. "But, what about you?"

He waved her off. "Not important. Besides, I can pass it off as being thrown in a dumpster, you girls can't. Now, Santana, get over here!" He yelled good naturedly, strolling over.

"Nice eyes." She commented.

Kurt shrugged, getting to work healing her as soon as they got close enough. "Shifting abilities come in handy. Thanks for reminding me though." He admitted, already changing back, his voice returning to its normal pitch as his rasping also stopped, tongue settling down in his mouth. When she noticed him healing her, she tried to bat him away. "Oh for the love of Isniar don't make me pull rank." He threatened. She sighed and stilled, letting him finish. "Thank you." Kurt huffed as he fixed her side. "Now, it looks like you broke the bones, don't give me that," He warned as she rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to retort. "All I'm saying is this will hurt."

"Wait, what will-?" Santana never finished her question as Kurt spoke an incantation in rapid elfish. She groaned as she felt her bones physically knit themselves back together, the pain white hot for several minutes until it faded and her arm was as good as new. Kurt staggered, a little drained. "Happen." She finished on a hiss, shaking it out. Her eyes scanned Kurt. "You okay?"

"I'll be fine. Just...mending bones on low fuel. Takes it out of you." He panted. "You guys finish up here, I'm off to get my first aid kit to clean up." He promised.

"Look, Kurt, let me heal you-!" Brittany tried, limping up to him but Kurt had already walked away and had headed back inside, bleeding through his fingers as he applied pressure to his arm. Brittany and Santana shared a worried gaze. "Why won't he let anyone help him?" She asked, leaning into her partner's side miserably.

"Brit...Kurt's spending his time being humiliated and degraded constantly by these Vranderschnites," Santana pointed out gently. "He deserves respect and, on occasion, reverence, but he's dealing with this. As much as it pains me," She looked after where Kurt had re entered the school building. "He's preserving what dignity he can." She whispered.

Brittany leant further into Santana's side. "I hate this place."

"Me too babe." Santana promised, kissing her girlfriend's hair as they stared after their friend. "Me too."

Rachel was still wandering around the corridors nervously, waiting around for the triad to return so she could thank them. In the end, she'd not gone to Finn, but instead spent her time walking around aimlessly, searching for the three so she could, at the very least, show her appreciation for what they did. She sighed, settling on a step to rest her feet, propping her head up on her hands and wiggling her toes to shift the discomfort. She especially wanted to thank Kurt for leading the intervention, blushing at how authoritative he'd been. The way he'd so calmly called Jesse out, seen through the lies and understood his true purpose immediately...not to mention the brutal dressing down he'd given the other boy, it had been almost...sexy. She shook her head, smiling. Everyone was growing up, Kurt especially. As if on cue, as Rachel heard footsteps she looked up and noticed Kurt striding down the corridor with a scowl. "Kurt!" She called out, getting to her feet. "Hey! Kurt! Stop!"

"Not now Rachel." Kurt spat.

"Hey, wait!" She cried to him, running in front of him and gasping. Kurt was clutching his arm, and she noticed the expensive fabric of his clothes was stained with blood. An awful lot of blood. Even she felt nauseous. "Oh my God..."

"Yes, hello Rachel, I'm great. Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy." He cut her off briskly, stepping around her and carrying on towards his locker. But Rachel wasn't deterred and ran after him, eyes wide.

"Kurt, how did you get that cut on your face!" Rachel yelped. "And your arm! Kurt, what happened to you?"

"Dumpster toss."

"No dumpster toss does that kind of damage." She argued stubbornly.

"I fell out of a tree." Kurt grunted, shoving past the worried girl and pulling out his first aid kit that contained his ointment, bandages, gauze, medical tape and wipes.

"But you hate climbing trees." She pointed out.

"Now you know why." He snapped back before storming off to the bathroom. Rachel stared after the boy, blinking in surprise.

"What did I do?" She shouted as the door swung shut, but he didn't answer. Still, in the empty corridor, a concerned frown covered her face before she turned slowly, pausing for a second, before going off to the auditorium to practice another song she'd been working on adding to her repertoire.