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Chapter 2 Pride
The final bell rang and Kurt practically skipped to class. Wes' reaction was going to be epic. He might even return Judy if Wes was repentant of his actions. If not he had several ideas to torture the austere Warbler. Kurt skidded to a stop in front of the double doors ready to make his entrance. Taking a deep breath, he wiped the smirk of his face and threw open the doors with a fair amount of drama.
The Warblers were all huddled in small groups around the room fiercely whispering. Kurt found his favorite Warbler and plopped down on the arm of couch next to him. Blaine gave him an anxious look.
"Kurt I think you might have went too far. Wes is really pissed."
"What makes you think that I had anything to do with it?"
"Nobody else here would dare to even touch Judy much less kidnap her." Jeremy said with a clear look of awe at Kurt's boldness.
"I heard Wes is going to get you kicked out of Dalton." Craig whispered.
"I heard he was going to request a duel."
"First of all it's just a stupid gavel and second there is no proof that I am guilty of anything."
"I heard he's having his room dusted for prints."
"I heard he's having a team of retired FBI agents canvas the campus for suspects."
Kurt watched Craig and Jeremy with equal parts amusement and incredulousness.
"They're not exaggerating Kurt. Last year Jason Kirby borrowed his copy of Twenty Year Old Millionaire and Wes got him suspended for the rest of the semester. Kirby was black listed from every major university and now he works at the Piggly Wiggly for minimum wage."
"I heard he was actually the homeless guy that hangs out in front."
"Toothless Joe? The guy that eats spiders?"
"Yeah."
"As fascinating as this is gentlemen, there is no proof that I had anything to do with the missing gavel and I refuse to debase myself and give an inanimate object a name."
"You named your car."
"Blaine, Baby is not just a car."
The whispered conversations stopped as soon as Wes walked into the room. Kurt wondered what the other teen would do.
Wes joined his fellow council members at the table before addressing the room. "By now you have heard that Judy is missing. If any of you have any information leading to her safe return, you will not be penalized for your knowledge."
He looked expectantly at the Warblers, with a particular focus on Kurt. The only sound in the room was the clicking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. The teens were afraid to breathe to loud and attract Wes' attention.
Kurt kept a concerned look on his face as gazed back into Wes' quiet stare. If Karofsky and Azimo couldn't break him, Wes never stood a chance. Wes waited five long minutes in silence before admitting defeat.
Wes smiled evilly, "I realize this is highly unlikely but I have prepared a song I'd like you to listen to. Perhaps we can use it for Regionals."
Several of the vocal percussion Warblers started the background music as Wes stood up from behind the desk and advanced an Kurt's position. He sang the first verse to the room as whole.
Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's O.K., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
He turned to Kurt as he sang the next verse, stooping slightly so he could look the other teen directly in the eye.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Michael and Thad joined him as he serenaded Kurt. They moved in tandem as if they had practiced this song forever.
You come on with a "come on", you don't fight fair
But that's O.K., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!
The beatboxers were doing an amazing job of keeping the song going. If this wasn't Wes practically accusing Kurt of theft, it would really be an excellent choice for Regionals.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Kurt tried to keep his aire of nonchalance up, but it was difficult having almost an entire room full of boys singing at him.
Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place
Kurt couldn't help but quirk a smile when Wes sang the line about his lipstick case.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Come On, Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Kurt was impressed. The Wes might have a little more backbone than the rest of the highly trained sheep that went to Dalton. Of course not to be outdone, Kurt couldn't let this round go to the Asian teen. The gauntlet had been thrown and he had a plan.
Kurt hurried home just a little faster than the law allowed. Running into the house he said a quick hello to his family before closing the door to his room. He set up his sewing machine and pulled out his bedazzler. It was time to introduce Wes to Hummel Vengeance.
Wes heard the beep on his computer and knew another photo had been uploaded. The picture was of Judy dressed in a sequined gown. There were little barbie sized high heels glued to the handle. The little blond wig was set off by the face that now inhabited the mallet end of the gavel. Judy had never looked prettier. Next to the gavel lay letters cut out of a magazine that spelled out Pride. "What the hell?"
A/N: I need help finding a song for Kurt to sing back to Wes. Any thoughts would be appreciated.