Extra long chapter and extra short authors not today, lovelies; caus I'm tired and probably won't be posting next week, due to my going camping. :) Remember I love you all.
Disclaimer: don't own glee, just Avril, blaa blaah blaaaahhh, Warblers and crying and yeah. stuff. *snores...*
Warning; There's, like, swearing in this chapter...and whatever. so tired...
"I will destroy you, Wesley!" Wes scoffed as his thumbs flew over the buttons of his Xbox controller; eyes fixed on the television screen with a single-minded concentration which made him look a little scary.
"Please, David, you haven't beaten me at Halo yet once. I believe that the result will be that I destroy you." David childishly mimicked Wes from his seat on the floor, eyes similarly fixed on the screen as he attempted to beat Wes at the game. Blaine, sat in an arm chair not far from his warring friends, rolled his eyes.
"Really? We have a mock World History exam tomorrow, and you're playing Halo?" David waved a hand dismissively, still concentrating on the movements of his Master Chief on the screen.
"It's just a mock, Blaine. You don't need to study for mock exams." Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of resolve, instead turning back to the text book sat across his knees; when his attention was drawn by a shriek from Wes, and he looked up to find that the Asian gavel-loving boy had tackled off the couch by his giggling cousin.
Simultaneously, Wes cried out in despair, and David whooped in triumph, as the screen declared that Wes had been killed, and David had won.
"I finally won!" David crowed happily, throwing his arms above his head triumphantly; while Wes just pushed the still giggling Avril off him, and pouted, pulling his legs up to his chest and muttering angrily. Avril snorted softly at the wounded-puppy look spread across his face, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him briefly.
"Aww, don't get to upset Wesley; he was going to beat you anyway." Wes scowled at her, before proceeding to glare at the dancing David, who was still high from his win.
"Why did you jump me, anyway?" He muttered angrily, and she smirked, glancing at Blaine with a look which made him go pale.
"I just spent an hour with the McKinley High New Directions. It was awesome." Wes' expression immediately brightened, and he looked back at her, an eager expression spread across his face.
"Did you manage to get their set list?" He asked; and was rewarded with a smack upside the head. He scowled at her, and she matched the look with a glare twice as fierce as his.
"I'm not there to spy on them, Wesley. Well, at least not on the glee club as a whole. I'm there to assist Holly and to protect Blaine's pretty pretty nymph from his evil troll." Wes sighed dejectedly, while Blaine blushed and David snorted softly. Avril, however, merely sighed heavily, falling back to lie spread-eagle on the floor; before quickly sitting up and grinning.
"Oh! And Sammi Evans is a New Direction!" She offered happily; and several things happened at once.
First, Wes stiffened, gaping at her in a manner reminiscent of a goldfish. His Xbox controller sat forgotten in his lap, and he moved his hands in a way which suggested he would be saying something if he had the capability.
Secondly, David stopped his celebratory dancing and smirked at Avril, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Sammi? Really?" Avril scowled at him.
"Shut up, Davey."
And finally, Blaine's textbook slid off his lap, hitting the floor with a muffled thump, while he frowned at Avril.
"I thought he lived down south?" Avril shrugged at this, and tossed her hair back behind a shoulder.
"It appears he's moved up here to Ohio, Cousin Dearest."
After a moment of stunned silence, Wes let out a strangled moan.
"Oh dear God, they're going to know all our secrets!" He whined, dropping his head into his hands. Avril rolled her eyes, smacking him upside the head again.
"Sammi Evans is not going to tell anyone anything. And not just because he knows I'm fully prepared to beat him up for betraying the Warbler's trust in him. Sam is a nice guy, and he isn't wired that way." A slight smirk played across Avril's lips, only very thinly concealed.
"He's so polite you'd think he was Blaine's clone." She offered, and giggled when Blaine threw his pen at her, but she dodged it expertly and burst into loud peals of laughter when the pen hit Wes in the side of the head, following up her laughter by collapsing back onto the floor and rolling onto her side, curling up into a ball. David rolled his eyes as Wes rubbed the side of his head where Blaine's pen had hit him, while Avril continued to giggle, rolling around on the floor; until her phone started ringing, at which she easily stopped her giggles and sat up, pulling her phone from her back pocket and answering the call.
"Hello?" Avril's expression, which had been bright with a smile after her laughing, dropped, until it had darkened into a fierce scowl.
"I don't want to talk to you. How the hell did you get my number?" Avril ignored the curious looks she was getting from the others, climbing to her feet and crossing an arm over her stomach as she began to pace.
"Well you can tell Suki that next time I give her my number she isn't allowed to hand it out." Avril's expression was verging on murderous at whatever the person on the other end of the phone was saying, and she stopped her pacing, hand dropping to her side while her fingers tightened into a fist.
"You lost those privileges a long time ago. I don't care. No, shut up for a second and listen; I don't care. You can go on about parental rights and 'Suki is your step-daughter so why shouldn't she give you my number' all you want, but I don't want to talk to you. If I did I wouldn't change my number every time someone tells you it, and I wouldn't be staying at Blaine's school rather than with you. No, I don't want to stay with you over the break, I'd rather stay in Mom's empty house, by myself, than have to be within a mile of you. I don't care if it's 'harsh' or 'uncalled for'; I don't want anything to do with you. No. No. Why? Because I love Blaine more than you; always have done, always will. You know what? Goodbye. No, just-just fuck off, okay?" Avril pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the phone with a savage jab of her thumb; and glared down at it when it started to ring again, screening the call.
When it rang again, she let out a low growl and threw the phone at the wall, barely even wincing at the sound of it smashing when it hit the wooden panelled surface.
Wes and David exchanged a look, practically a whole conversation passing between them in that fleeting moment, and then looked back at Avril, obviously debating whether or not to comfort the girl, who was shaking with rage.
But it was Blaine who made the first move, opening his arms for her where he was still sat in his arm chair, and clinging onto her tightly when she crawled into his lap, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.
"I hate him." She mumbled against his skin. Blaine sighed softly, and lightly rubbed her back, toying with her curls with his other hand.
"No, you don't. You're just angry." Avril scoffed lightly, tightening her grip on him where she'd wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I was angry in Middle School when he told me I wasn't allowed to talk to you anymore; now, I hate him." Blaine chuckled softly, and smiled at his cousin when she pulled back to perch on the arm of his chair, legs draped over his lap.
"So I'm guessing you're going to be changing your number soon?" He offered; and Avril smiled briefly. David and Wes, who had lowered themselves onto the free couch, both watched Avril warily for a moment, before David spoke up.
"Do you want to attempt to beat me at Halo, Avril?" He asked softly; and her lips quirked in an expression reminiscent of her usual smirk, before she climbed out of Blaine's lap and moved to sit on the floor, claiming an Xbox controller.
"I'm gonna kick your ass, David Hughes; just to warn you now." David let out a disbelieving snort, sliding off the couch to sit beside her and playfully bump her shoulder with his, while Wes discretely vaulted the back of the couch and walked over to stand beside Blaine's chair, while the pair on the floor slipped into playful banter, trying to put one and other off as they played.
"She going to be okay?" Wes asked softly; and Blaine looked up at him with a calculating look in his eyes, before looking back at his laughing cousin.
"She's been coping for almost four years, Wes. At some point, yeah, I think she will be." Wes smiled sadly at Blaine's words, rubbing at the back of his own neck; before silently creeping up behind Avril, and clasping his hands over her eyes.
"Wes!" She shrieked, laughter bubbling up from behind her lips, while Wes just grinned.
"Payback, Anderson!" He yelled, and Blaine just shook his head with a half smile, before re-claiming his World History text book from the floor.
Avril dropped into the plastic chair with a sigh, throwing a transparent sandwich bag containing a sandwich across the table, to Mercedes, closely followed by a cylindrical Tupperware pot full of potater tots.
"I heard your new principle went health-crazy and has started feeding you foam." She offered by way of explanation, before throwing a note pad down onto the table with a loud smack and proceeding to write in it with sharp, vicious movements. Kurt frowned at her, reaching out to lightly touch her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly, and Avril's smile, directed at the note pad, was bitter and sarcastic.
"I'm fucking peachy. I'm so happy I might start puking up rainbows every morning." Kurt stiffened at her words, flash-backs of insults consisting of similar words being thrown at him over-whelming him for a moment; but then he saw the way she seemed to crumple, the barely-concealed frustration in her features fading, and she dropped her head into her hands, the curls which had come loose from her ponytail falling around her face.
"I'm sorry, that was stupid and incredibly bitchy." She whispered, and Kurt exchanged a look with Mercedes, before lacing his fingers and resting them on the table.
"You want to tell us what's wrong?" Kurt asked, and Avril let out a long, soft sigh, before leaning back in her chair and scrubbing at her eyes with the back of her wrist. She stared dismally at the table top for a moment, before glancing at Kurt.
"Not particularly." She whispered; and then her eyes flickered back to Mercedes as the other girl let out a soft whine, glaring into the now empty pot, potater tots finished.
Avril's frown was soft, and lacked her usual smirk.
"I really do not understand this school's fascination with those things. They're like, what? Potato fried in batter? They're pretty much spherical heart attacks waiting to happen." Kurt smiled at Avril's words; but then stiffened as a bulky boy in a letter man jacket strode past, sneering when he glanced at their table.
"Hey homo." Karofsky sneered, winking at Kurt; but his bravado faded as Avril shoved her chair back and whirled to face him, her scowl fierce, looking fully prepared to stab the jock with her pen.
"Fuck off, Karofsky." She growled. The jock frowned, taking a hesitant step back; before turning and speed-walking away when Avril took a threatening step forward, eyes narrowed. The girl let out a soft huff of frustration, before dropping back into her seat, and reaching out to lightly pat the back of Kurt's hand.
"He looks at you funny again, and you tell me; I'll castrate him if I must." She offered softly; and her expression softened into a tentative smile when the tension in the way Kurt was sat faded, and he looked at her gratefully.
Only for them both to jump when the rest of the cafeteria started chanting 'tots', prompted by Mercedes, whom Avril noticed was stood on her chair, holding a sign with 'tots' scrawled across it.
The blonde girl glanced at Kurt, her expression slipping into an amused smirk.
"I can see this ending hilariously." She offered, and Kurt grinned hesitantly in response.
Yaaaay, angst, what fun; as to the question-asker from last chapter...
All will be revealed next chapter! I promise. Now, I sleep...
Review? XD