*Sheepishly* Hello again. Yes I KNOW that this is way late. And my only excused are lame, but I'ma gonna tell you anyway. Skyrim. Homework. Sims 3. Skyrim. Sickness. Skyrim and Tumblr. Lame I know but it's all I got.
This chapter it good. It's not great, it's not my best and it's a bit shorter then the last two, but it's still good. So enjoy!
Disclaimer(because i forgot with the other chapters but better late than never, right?) I do not own Glee or Kurt or Blaine or any Characters in this fic except for Arther. I make no profit off of this, only joy.
Kurt skimmed his IPOD, looking for the correct song, smiling to himself and humming tunelessly. He found the song and looked back to the blue sky, "If Noah were here, Mom, I don't think he'd take the comment that I could take him in a fight very well. He may even challenge me," here Kurt laughed loudly and without inhibitions, loving his freedom to be fully himself without having to worry about people looking a judging. He was allowed to be fully unique when by himself. The Warblers were a lovely group of boys but they didn't take to unique that well.
"Well, he may have bullied me in the past but he is kind of my friend now, and his comment when I announced by transfer, about forming a protective circle around me? I think you remember, that made me think that he's actually is kinda sweet, underneath it all, anyway. So I wouldn't want to fight him, and I may show him this and ask him to reconsider. If you'll excuse me for a sec." Kurt smiled again and walked without hast into the shed.
Puck looked around and found everyone staring at him. "What? Me and Princess there understand each other." He feigned calm and bored, inside he was thinking,
'My God, it's crazy how well Hummel knows people, especially me. Damn, I KNEW I should have kept my mouth shut about the circle thing, but…the way Finn looked, not that I care. And we need Hummel to qualify, that's why I offered to help. Not because I'm sweet and defiantly not because I'm attracted to him. Nope,'
Puck nodded to himself with the assurance that he was Most Defiantly Not attracted to Kurt and continued to watch the screen, waiting for His Boy to reappear and thinking about all the ways he was going to get those jocks for messing with him.
Santana laughed, "Boy, I can't wait to see what Hummel can dish out. Puck, you think you could take him?"
Puck nodded, but looked slightly unsure, not aware that bets were being made all around him. The rest of the school, predominantly the ones of the female persuasion, looked entirely too eager to see what Kurt had planned next.
When Kurt left the view of the screen Blaine felt like he was slowly resurfacing from a deep, very deep, pool to discover that the rest of the boys were talking songs that would showcase Kurt for the upcoming competition. Surprisingly he did not feel jealous of this at all, talent like that SHOULD be showcased.
"Jeff," Wes said loudly, "is there a way for you to record this and put it on a DVD or something?
Jeff smiled and answered, "Yeah, in fact I have some equipment in my room. Nick, you wanna help me out?"
Several boys snickered and whispered comments of, "He'll help you out alright," could be heard around the room. The two boys in question blushed and hurriedly left the room.
David rolled his eyes, "Man I wish those two would just admit to being hopelessly in love and get each other off," he practically growled the last part, "the sexual tension could cause me to flip a table or something!"
Blaine just rolled his eyes and laughed, sitting back and waited to see what else Kurt had to offer. Several other Warblers followed suit.
The screen in both auditoriums showed Kurt walking out of the shed carring a slim black box adorned with intricate silver engravings.
I'v never seen that before (Finn, Mercedes, Rachel, Brittany and Santana)
That looks expensive (random students/warblers)
Wonder what's in it? (Blaine, Puck and Artie)
Meanwhile back on the TV Kurt was speaking again, "You remember these, Mom? The first set I got seven years ago so of course this is an upgrade. I got them this week; I'm really excited to try them out!" He put the key that was palmed in his hand to the lock and deftly opened the box revealing cushioned, deep red velvet interior on which was sitting two matching Sai Swords.
"I have a secret for you, Mom, you have to promise not to tell," Kurt giggled but looked sad for a quick moment before continuing, "I designed this myself," he presented the box and swords, "I did some sketches and sent them in and a few months later I received this in the mail along with a letter saying that they would love to use my designer and that I'd be getting 20% of the profit! Dad was really proud and said that maybe I should go into some sort of design career. I was thinking that maybe I will if Broadway doesn't work out. Though probably clothes and not boxes and swords." Kurt laughed again.
The people watching were amazed. This was the most that they had heard Kurt laugh in a long while. And the Box and Sword was a site to behold. Was their nothing that this boy could not do?
"So, Mom, here is the performance I would show Puckerman if he ever challenged me to a fight, because he wouldn't dare mess with someone if he knew they could use these and….well…let me show you." Kurt slipped the swords into black ribbon holders on his wrist and walked over to the speaker to start the music.
The beginning of Uprising by Muse were recognized by many people of both schools and Kurt slipped into a fighting pose, feet slightly spread and hands in loose fists in front of him by his hips. His head was bowed but his eyes were alight and restless with anticipation; he did love this.
As the opening notes washed over him he took many calming breaths and as soon as the first guitar chords were heard, pivoted and kicked out, in perfect form, a slightly more dangerous mockery of his Single Ladies kick.
Puck couldn't help but notice that if he'd been standing there Kurt's foot would have broken his nose and if he was standing back just a step it would have hit his in throat.
As the lyrics began Kurt took a step forward and threw a powerful punch with one hand and with the other he fluidly transferred the sword from its place at his wrist to his loosely firm grip. And with the ease of long practice, began to twirl it quickly in his hand. His smile growing larger and larger as he left the music consume his body and skill, improvising tricks with the one sword and suddenly he was holding and spinning the second sword as well, holding it in the same firm yet soft grip, as one might hold a small bird.
Blaine, (and Puck and possibly Sam as well), couldn't help but think what else Kurt could hold like that and hurriedly dismissed that kind of thought from their heads. At least Blaine and Puck did, Sam just let them be but didn't think upon that anymore.
Still spinning the swords Kurt kicked again before throwing both swords slightly forward and high into the air. Kurt than preformed a round-off kick and landed easily. He raised both hands and, with a look of slight concentration, caught the still spinning daggers and continued to twirl them before sharply stopping by slapping them into the holder on the opposite wrist and preformed a jump-kick before landing in a crouch perfectly timed with the ending of the song.
He got up and started doing simple stretches and exercises. Gaining his breath back and thinking about what to do next.
The Warblers turned to Blaine, "If he could do that, and he obviously had been able to do that for a while, how come he never took down the kids at his school that were messing with him?"
Blaine shook his head, "I don't know guys. I think that getting out of there, of that town, is more important to him than a few bruises and scars. You know how he is about his studies. Anything that could be a valuable addition to his résumé he takes or does. If something could be detrimental to it, if something could prevent him from getting into a college he stay well clear of."
"So what you're saying is," a young warbler piped up, "he never wanted to risk suspension or expulsion so he took it with his head down, knowing one day it'd be worth it?"
Wes started at the freshman, "What's your name, kid?"
"Arthur."
"I'll remember you, Arthur, you're smart." Wes nodded, "That exactly what Blaine was saying."
"Soooooo," Santana drew out the simple word, making it a warning of things to come, "Puck. You still think you could take down Hummel in a fight, after that display?"
Puck considered lying but Santana would see through it and make his day even worse. He slowly shook his head, "No, no I don't." he admitted.
Santana cackled, honest-to-god cackled as money started to exchange hands of the New Directions. "Knew it."
Puck cracked a smile of his own and said, "Hummel's been upgraded to Ninja Princess." Inside, however, he was freaking out. What was he supposed to do with this new-found lust? Ninja Princess snagged himself a boy-friend and he wasn't about to go mess up a friend's relationship, not again. He bit his lip.
Did you like it? I hope so. Some shoutouts:
yrl: Thank you, sorry I didn't get this up earlier but whenever I needed to feel inspired I went back and reread you're comment. You're a big reason why this is even up. So thank you.
REJ624: I think you're right about that. I'll write a follow-up, once I finish this. hehe. And Thank You, you're right about that as well, it is a bit sad.
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