OHMIGAWSH I have a repeat-reviewer. *dies*
You know what this means? It means someone liked this enough to come BACK. Thank you Hannah, thank you.
As for your comment about Kurt being OOC; I feel that being sexually assaulted would kinda negate Kurt's loveably snarky usual attitude. Just...yeah. And be prepared for more possibly-OOC Kurt this chapter.
I feel I'm exposing his cuter, fluffier side...hmm...
DON'T OWN GLEE. Seriously, you think we'd be waiting till autumn if I did? And the Warblers? The fricking WARBLERS? They would get their own show...(gosh I'm gonna miss them *sobs*)
"What are they saying?"
"I don't know, David; they're on the stairs, while we're, you know, not."
"Jeez, no need to get snappy."
"Well, I wouldn't be snappy if I had my damn Gavel! Blaine took it away from me this morning... something about an addiction problem..."
"You have taken to sleeping with it; even I was starting to get concerned."
"Would the pair of you shut up? I'm trying to lip-read." Wes and David exchanged a disbelieving look, before looking back at Avril, who was staring intently at Blaine and Kurt as they confronted a large boy in a letterman jacket. Her frown deepened, and she swore softly under her breath.
"God, Blaine, you don't say something like that to someone so far back in the closet that they're beating up other homosexual kids..." She muttered; before growling and making to intervene when the jock slammed Blaine against the fence of the stairs, struggling against Wes and David when they caught her.
"Just let me hit him once, please." She hissed, eyes narrowed on the boy as he walked away; but David and Wes didn't release her.
"We know how much you want to hurt him, Avril, but you can't; your mom will make you go back to France in a heartbeat if she hears you've been fighting, and he's twice your size." Avril rolled her eyes, but stopped straining against Wes and David's hold on her, shaking them of and straightening her jacket.
"Pfft, I could take him. He's what, three hundred pounds? Easy." Wes and David exchanged an amused glance, before Avril pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and opened the text she'd just received, smiling when she read it.
"Blaine and our pretty pretty nymph are going out to lunch together. He says we should go back to Dalton." Wes and David watched her as she smirked briefly, slipping her phone back into her jacket pocket, and started rocking back and forth on her heels, smiling at both of them expectantly.
"So...we're following them, right?" She offered, and both boys smirked lightly. David pretended to think, stroking his chin as if he was deep in thought.
"I don't know; that might be considered an invasion of privacy..." Wes smirked at David's words, copying his thoughtful pose.
"And Blaine would kill us if he caught us..." The Asian boy offered; and Avril rolled her eyes, pulling her curls over one shoulder and starting to plait them.
"David can drive." She stated; and said boy cheered happily, starting to skip in the direction of the parking lot, his friend following while muttering something which sounded suspiciously like 'want my damn gavel...'
Avril rolled her eyes, before following them slowly, still plaiting her hair.
Honestly.
They were such children.
"So did you kiss him?"
"We live in Ohio." Avril frowned, while she continued to walk beside Blaine, down the hall towards the choir room.
"I know that, Blainey sweet cousin of mine. So, did you kiss him?" Blaine shot his cousin a frown, before turning back to look where he was going; and therefore avoid crashing into a freshman.
"Avril; listen very carefully. We live in Ohio. We were in a public restaurant, in Ohio. What do you think?" Avril glanced at Blaine, smirking briefly, and answered just as Blaine was drinking from the cup of coffee in his hand.
"I think you and your pretty pretty nymph spent the whole hour and three quarters you were in that place having eye-sex and trying not to look like you were fully prepared to jump one another." Blaine choked on his coffee, stopping in the hallway to cough in an attempt to get rid of the liquid which had just tried to make its way into his lungs, while Avril grinned at him.
"You spied on us?" He wheezed when he was done coughing, staring at his cousin, aghast. Avril shrugged briefly.
"Myself and the Tweedles may have conducted a slight amount of espionage whilst you and your pretty pretty nymph went on your so-not-a-date. But that's not the point, Blaine. The point is that about three times, your pretty pretty nymph leant forwards in his seat while you were talking, and all you could do was fricking cough awkwardly!" Blaine flushed, looking around at the Dalton students who had heard Avril, before pulling her off into one of the window-alcoves at the side of the hall.
"A bully just jumped him, Avril. That was his first kiss, and he had it stolen from him. He's not ready for me to throw myself across the table and tackle him at the moment." Avril regarded him seriously, tilting her head to the side.
"I didn't think about that." She admitted quietly; and Blaine felt a rush of affection for his cousin.
Because Avril wasn't perfect; she had a ridiculously short temper, and rushed into things without thinking. But she genuinely cared about people, and was the best friend he could ask for...
...well, except for Wes and David; but then, all three of them were as insane as each other.
Blaine reached out and lightly rested a hand on Avril's shoulder. When she glanced up at him, he smiled briefly.
"Not your fault." He offered softly, and her returning smile was sarcastic-because, as many times as he said that, she'd always think the things which had happened in his old school had been her fault, so why should this be any different?-but then she smirked at him briefly, before peering innocently up at him from beneath her eyelashes.
"So you admit you wanted to jump across the table and tackle him?" She asked sweetly; and Blaine's answering groan was enough to make her giggle hysterically.
For what must have been the eighth time over the last three days, Kurt Hummel felt like crying.
He wasn't usually this emotionally fragile; he was practically the embodiment of 'let your freak flag fly'.
But when a person goes out of their way to shove you into lockers and make your life a living hell, it breaks you a little, and makes it infinitely harder to be yourself; especially when 'being yourself' is exactly why you're being bullied so brutally.
So, yeah.
Kurt wants to cry.
But at the same time, he refuses to do so; because he has courage. And he refuses to appear weak in front of the Neanderthals of his high school.
A soft sigh came from beside him as someone sank down to sit at his left. He turned his head, expecting to see Mercedes or Tina; but instead, the blonde girl who had found him in the locker room was sat there, gazing at the kids walking down the hall curiously.
"I've never seen public school kids in their home environment before; it's weird. They're all so...rude." Kurt remained silent, and when she turned to look at him she smiled briefly.
"Your bully is a jerk, Kurt. And one day he's going to figure that out for himself; but it will be too late, because you'll be famous and living in Paris or somewhere equally extravagant, and all his friends will have already left him." Kurt smiled bitterly at her words, and turned back to stare listlessly at the other side of the hall.
"That won't help for the time being, though, will it?" He said softly; and saw out of the corner of his eye the way the girl flashed him another smile.
"No; but staying strong and showing that you're not going to let an ignorant little boy knock you down will." Kurt glanced back at her, and she held out a hand, little finger extended in a childish, but somewhat comforting gesture.
Kurt watched her for a moment; before linking his little finger with hers, causing her to grin.
"I like your boots, Kurt. My name's Avril." Kurt smiled at her softly, before looking down at their linked fingers when they'd dropped to the floor.
"Thank you, Avril." He said softly; and she seemed to understand he meant for more than the compliment, because she leant forwards and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
"Any time, Kurt." She whispered; before dropping a scrap of paper into his lap, and then getting to her feet and slipping into the stream of students effortlessly. Kurt watched her go with a half smile, before unfolding the scrap of paper; and grinning when he read what was inside.
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Stay strong, Pretty Pretty Nymph.
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Keariel
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