Attitude Adjustment - Chapter 7
Summary: After months of dating, Blaine abruptly breaks up with Kurt and Kurt thinks that an attitude change is needed. Little did everyone know that the sudden change in Kurt's personality and appearance can also be their new worst nightmare. Badboy!Blaine SluttyPopular!Kurt
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or anyone associated with the show.
Warnings: Even though the first few chapters would be rated T, I'm putting it on the M category because it will get smutty in the future chapters. There will also be a lot of swearing, promiscuity and a bitchy Kurt. Cross dressing! (Thanks to the reviewers who told me this!)
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites! :D btw, Blaine is not part of glee club! He will come in later.
Kurt walked down the crowded hallways with even more confidence than before. Despite the beautiful start of his friendship with Mercedes, he knew that it was not going to last forever. The dark-skinned diva was very controlling and seemed very competitive, which Kurt found utterly ridiculous. Even during their shopping trips, the girl would often show off her outfits and would get into a strop when he disagreed with her choices. He was absolutely furious with her and he hoped that she knew that.
"I'm actually so proud of you, you know?" Quinn looked over to him, giving him a sincere and reassuring smile. "You stuck up for yourself and showed that you are not a person to push around. That's very hard to do and considering that you don't get on with most of the school, that was brave of you to confront Mercedes."
Kurt immediately calmed down after Quinn's words. He had been very stressed and just needed to cool down. He found himself suddenly crying onto Quinn's shoulder, unable to stop the tears of joy and stress falling. He was very lucky to have friends that would tell you how proud they were of you. Mercedes had never done that, citing that her pride disabled her from doing so. Of course Kurt thought it was just bullshit, but she was his only friend then. He needed the protection. But now, he had three other friends who were willing to stick by his side.
"Thanks, Quinn. She just really pissed me off. I've been so irritated after Jacob's appearance this morning and I guess Mercedes just came at the wrong time. However, I cannot say that I regret what I did. I've been wanting to do that ever since she chose to abandon me every single fucking time those Neanderthals physically assaulted me." Kurt lifted his head from Quinn's shoulder and hugged her tightly; the blonde cheerleader returning the hug without a second thought.
"Don't worry about it. You may have lost one friend but you've gained three others. And unlike Mercedes, we are actually willing to stick up for you and be there when you need us. Just don't worry because it's her loss. You're such a good friend and anybody is lucky to have you as their friend." Quinn replied, letting out a few tears of pity for Kurt.
"Gosh, our make-up is ruined now. We'll need to retouch our make-up before we get to class. We've still got a few minutes, come on!" Kurt laughed silently and pulled Quinn with him to the nearest girls' bathroom. Before the two ran off, he noticed the stares and whispers around them. He immediately heard his and Quinn's name, making his icy attitude snap back into place. "Bitches, I can hear you. Either shut the fuck up, or I do it for you, okay?"
The two then stormed off arm-in-arm, enjoying the silence that followed them. They just loved being in charge. It made them feel superior, important, significant. It was like being royalty. And they absolutely loved every minute of it. As they walked off to the girls' toilet, they failed to notice the pair of hazel eyes that stalked their every move.
"Porcelain! Come here." The frightening coach of the Cheerios shouted, once she'd spotted the brunet. "A little birdie told me that you have caused some trouble already this morning. Well done. You make me want to hug you, but I won't because I hate hugging people. It's disgusting and it makes me want to puke my guts out."
"Well, yes. But Jacob and Mercedes pretty much asked for it. They annoyed me so I blew up and caused a scene. Why?" Kurt raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, trying to figure out why Coach Sylvester had just called him to discuss about his earlier antics. He had just gotten out of his last class and was on his way to the bathroom,mwhen he heard his name. Quinn, Santana and Brittany had volunteered to go ahead and save him a seat for glee club, after suggesting to make a dramatic entrance.
"That's very courageous. But I didn't just come here to talk about that; I would never ever do such thing. I came to offer you your place on the Cheerios back. It has come to my attention that you have befriended my top three Cheerios anyway. Also, the regionals for us are coming up and I would like my team to be unstoppable. With you and the other three, that Nationals trophy is ours without a doubt." She explained, glaring at the students who walked past.
"Sure!" Kurt answered after about a second of thinking. He had truly missed the Cheerios. While he didn't need the safe haven anymore, he enjoyed performing and he decided that it would boost his popularity even more. Sure he didn't care about popularity, but if he was going to run the school, he needed to be on top of the social ladder to achieve this.
"Good. Now run along to that little glee club of yours and tell them that I have my eye on them. Come by to my office after school to pick up your uniform. A little heads-up though, I have... altered your uniform ever so slightly, so do not be surprised when you see the new and improved outfit." Sue announced, making Kurt feel slightly uneasy about the change. "That is all, goodbye."
"Hey girls, guess what?!" Kurt squealed as he entered the choir room. His sudden outburst attracted the glee club's attention and they decided to listen intently, waiting for Kurt's big news. They didn't make it obvious though. They knew how snappy Kurt could get when people eavesdropped on his conversations. "I'm back on the Cheerios!"
"Really? That's great! Since when?" Santana shouted with a huge grin on her tanned face. She, along with Quinn, Brittany and Kurt, hadn't seemed to notice the other members staring at them with amusement on their faces. Santana was known to be cold, so they were rather surprised to see her bouncing with excitement for once.
"Earlier. After I went to the toilets, she saw me and called me over to talk to her. She asked me, so I said yes. I miss the Cheerios!" Kurt excitedly replied as he sat down next to Brittany, who hugged him tightly and sat down on his lap. "She seems pretty confident with the upcoming competition now. Said something about me and you three being unstoppable. She asked me to get my altered uniform after school. Come with me please? I'm a bit nervous about what she altered..."
"She altered your uniform? Wow, you're special. She never alters the uniform! That would be interesting to see... But sure, we'll go with you. I wonder what else she has planned for us. Knowing Coach, there's more than one reason why she invited you back in the Cheerios." Quinn pondered, absentmindedly playing with her hair as she thought about the routines they would have to change.
"Dolphin! You're a cheerleader again! We can practice dances together again!" Brittany exclaimed cheerfully, obviously thrilled with the idea of Kurt joining the team again. Unlike the football team, the Cheerios definitely respected and loved Kurt. They always invited him to sleepovers, shopping trips and parties.
"Fellow glee club members, I am clueless as to why Mr Schue is running late but we should start discussing the songs that would be perfect for me and Finn. Regionals is only a couple of months away and I would like to start practising so we have a better chance of winning." Rachel suddenly shouted, standing up in front of everyone who just looked at her blankly. "Don't look at me like that. I'm just trying to improve our chances of winning. Last time, a few of you messed up your moves. Mercedes, Santana, Kurt and Artie were all horrible vocally. It sounded pitchy and some were flat. We have a lot to improve on. Well, you all do. I don't, I sung and danced perfectly. There's nothing else for me to improve."
Silence followed her speech. Everyone continued to stare at her blankly. There were no words spoken and the air around them was tense, almost as if something tragic was going to happen. Rachel crossed her arms angrily and huffed before saying, "I'm just being truthful here, guys."
"Is she serious?" Santana broke the awkward silence, scowling at the short girl in front of them. She wasn't annoyed because Rachel had just insulted her, she was annoyed because she insulted and criticised everyone, but herself. "Bitch, I can think of millions of things that you could improve. For one, that arrogant, greedy attitude of yours has to go. I'm sick and tired of you pretending that you own glee club. You don't! Face it, Berry. You need us for the club to operate properly. Without us, you're nothing. Without us, this whole club is nothing!"
"Excuse me for caring about the club, Santana. Unlike you, Brittany and Quinn, I don't flaunt my body like the whores you are. I respect myself, thank you very much. I'm thinking of what is best for glee. I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing this for everyone here. You all need to hear the truth. We have so much to work on!" Rachel dramatically threw her hands in the air as she explained her side of the argument to Santana, who merely sat back down and idly started a conversation with Kurt. "Are you even listening to me? I'm talking to you, Santana!"
"Rachel, shut the fuck up. She's right, you know." Puck defended the Latina, looking over to her and winking suggestively. "Everyone here has talent. You may be too blind to see it, but it's a fact. Now, can everyone just make up? I'm all for a cat fight because it's hot, but I'm not in the mood for that right now."
"Puckerman, shut the hell up." was all the Latina said, as a reply to the self-proclaimed sex shark. "FYI, don't expect any sex from me. You're really not as good as you claim to be."
Kurt, along with the rest of the glee club members, bursted out laughing, which both embarrassed and pissed off Puck. One thing that the shark couldn't handle was humiliation, and Santana just humiliated him in front of the glee club. However, he didn't bother getting mad because he knew that he could still get laid -there were MILFs everywhere!- and retain his reputation, despite the small... misunderstanding.
"That's not what the other women say." He snapped back violently.
"I don't give a fuck." Santana replied with as much venom.
"People, people! What's going on?" Mr Schuester asked loudly as soon as he came in. He was very aware where the question will lead to -an even bigger argument about who started what, who said what and who did what- but as a teacher, he was required to stop all fights and arguments that go on in McKinley.
"Hobbit here was running the glee club, like normal, and was being a prissy little bitch. She called me a whore, Puck got involved, I said he wasn't as good as he claims to be when it comes to sex, and he got mad." Santana stated like it was an everyday routine for her. "Is that clear enough for you?"
The teacher just gaped at the nonchalant explanation before deciding that he did not want to get involved with the drama that seemed to surround the members all the time. "Stop. We're moving on now."
"Whatever." Santana spat out, annoyed that the teacher seemed to always ignore the issues and problems that his students had. While he was better than most of the teachers at McKinley, he still had times when he becomes oblivious and pretended that everything was just alright; she just didn't want to bother with him and his bullshit.
"Santana, be quiet!" Mr Schue sternly commanded, glaring at the tanned girl. Santana just rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Everyone here has their own drama to deal with but please don't take it out on everyone or anyone else. No one is gonna benefit from that!"
The club just stayed silent, unsure with what to say. The silence was long and awkward but Rachel decided to open her mouth, breaking the peace and quiet. "Exactly, people. This is what I'm trying to tell you! We need to start working as a team so we can win Nationals! But of course, if we're going to win Nationals, my voice will have to be our headlining act and you guys have to work on your dance moves and background harmonising. It's pretty obvious who the star of this club is - me!"
"Is she gonna shut up any time soon? Because if not, I'll be more than willing to tape her mouth shut." Quinn stated with a loud groan. She may not be Rachel's worst enemy, like one would assume, but she was most definitely getting there. And the reason for that was the girl's mouth; her mouth just keeps going, and going, and going, and going. No one even listened to her pointless rants.
"Excuse me, Quinn? I am trying to be supportive and giving you constructive criticism. If you cannot handle any criticisms, why are you in this club? You, Santana, Brittany and now, Kurt are in the Cheerios so why are you bothering with this club? Obviously we aren't up to your standards because all four of you are just spoilt, rich, bitchy sluts. And I'm sure Mr Schue and the rest of the club will agree with me." Rachel challenged, earning eye rolls from the four Cheerios. She looked over to the Spanish teacher and found him biting his lip nervously.
Mr Schue cleared his throat loudly, signalling everyone to calm down and stop talking. "Rachel, your opinion was not needed. I... While Rachel's argument was uncalled for-" Before he could finish his sentence, the short girl interrupted once again. "Take their side and I will permanently leave this club. You will lose your most valuable singer!"
"I- Look, I'm not taking any sides here but I can't disagree with Rachel's comment. I repeat, I'm not taking any sid-" Once again, he was interrupted but this time, it wasn't Rachel who butted it, it was Kurt.
"Wow. You're not taking any sides? Well you seem to be taking her side right now. We're not stupid, I bet you don't even want us here. You only tolerate us because you need at least 12 members to compete and you don't want to lose us. I don't even care that you give Rachel and Finn all the solos, it's the fact that you always seem to be beside them all the time, but when we ask for help, you turn your back at us and pretend that we're doing okay." Kurt snapped furiously. "You claim that you don't take sides, yet every time these two get in trouble, you are the first to bail them out! When it comes to us, you tell us we either deserve it or make up some lame excuse about not being able to do anything!"
Kurt stood up, grabbed his bag and jacket, and walked to the door with the other three cheerleaders. All of them were wearing identical scowls, showing that they were furious and was just sick and tired of the stunned teacher. "Well Rachel, you got your wish. You've lost four members. Have fun trying to recruit four more, in order to qualify for the competitions. Goodbye. And if it wasn't obvious enough for you, we fucking quit."
They opened the door and walked out, slamming the door shut behind them. Looking at each other with the same unidentified expression, they smirked and began to make their way to Coach Sylvester's office. By then, there was no one in the hallways as everyone had already gone home. It was Monday and everyone always seemed to rush out after school, tired and exhausted from the lessons.
The four teens continued to walk down the hallways and smirked when they heard the other club members blaming Rachel. While they weren't exactly against Rachel, they detested how over-confident, arrogant and selfish the girl was. From stealing available solos to owning the club, they were rapidly getting annoyed with her. She wasn't the only person in glee. She may be talented, but that did not mean that she should be the only one constantly getting the spotlight.
"At least now we can focus on Cheerios!" Brittany excitedly exclaimed, causing the other three to brighten up slightly. The girl always looked at the brighter side of things, and that was what the other three loved about her the most. She was definitely one of a kind.
"She's right. Although, I can't help but miss glee club, even though we only quit like five minutes ago." Kurt added, sighing. He truly loved glee club and, if he was given a choice, he wouldn't have quit. It was only Rachel who always got on his last nerve and he wasn't willing to put up with her any longer.
"Yeah, but come on. They can't keep us away from glee club. We'd probably end up joining again next week." Santana reassured, snorting at how predictable the situation was. "I'm pretty sure the others know that as well. Or if they didn't, they must be fucking stupid. Trust me, by the end of the week, Mr Schuester will be begging for us to come back. They're four people short and who in this school would join glee club?"
"I guess. But for now, we need to visit coach Sylvester. Come on, Kurt, we need to get your uniform!" Quinn sang happily. She was excited to see what Kurt would look like with his new and improved uniform; it would look awesome.
They knocked softly on the door and patiently waited for it to be opened. After a few minutes, the door was opened and out came the dreaded cheerleading coach, who was smiling devilishly. The girls and Kurt involuntarily shivered at the smile but smiled back nonetheless.
"Ah, my top four Cheerios. Welcome to my office. Come on in." Sue Sylvester calmly announced, stepping into the room and holding the door open for the four to enter. Once they've entered, she walked to her desk and sat on her chair, pivoting herself so that she faced the cheerleaders. "How are my favourite Cheerios?"
The four looked at each other, freaked out. Sue Sylvester was not nice. She was evil, she was cunning, she was mean but most of all, she was taunting. They were unsure how to answer. They didn't want to anger the coach, but they knew that not answering back would also piss her off.
"We're good. How is... our favourite coach?" Quinn hesitated. She didn't want to come off as someone who kisses up to get special attention, but she knew that the coach liked to be complimented. A lot. And if that meant kissing up, then she was all for it, considering how many privileges will be given to her, just for a simple compliment.
"Kissing up to me, Fabray? Flattery will get you everywhere. For that nice little compliment, you will receive this voucher." Sue replied, offering Quinn a voucher for the spa. "Now, back to business. Porcelain, I've got your uniform changed slightly so that it is not too different from the girls' uniform. I don't care if you like it or not. You are required to wear it at least twice a week. I remembered your measurements, so it wasn't too hard to get it made, but it did cost quite a bit of money so I am counting on you to get it washed and cleaned daily, and to lead us to victory this year at Nationals. Practice will be every Wednesdays and Thursdays, while your work-out and spa sessions are every Fridays."
The girls were confused at the sudden change of schedule for their practices and sessions. They were usually Tuesdays and Fridays, and their sessions were on Mondays. But they did like the new arrangement and decided not to complain about it.
Sue handed Kurt a huge box and ordered him to open it, to which Kurt gladly obeyed. He placed it on the table in front of him, before untangling the pink ribbon and opening the box. He held up his uniform and gaped at the tight-fitting red and white top that he was required to wear. It was like the upper part of the girls' uniform but with short sleeves. He then placed it back on the box and lifted up the bottom part of his uniform. Gasping surprisedly at the piece of clothing, his eyes widened and he turned back to the girls to show them. The girls giggled at the sight of the shorts that were almost the same length as their skirts. It seemed to be slightly shorter and a tad baggy, making it look sort of like a skirt. Kurt didn't mind though because he knew that it would look even more awkward if it ended up as tight as his jeans usually were. The red and white shorts were put back into the box and he covered the uniform once again, tying the ribbon up so that it looked more like a present again.
"Do you like it?" Sue demanded, glaring at the countertenor. It was almost as if she was commanding him to say that he liked it.
"Yes, ma'am. It looks... very nice. And very skimpy. May I ask why you chose to change my uniform?" Kurt reluctantly asked, not knowing how the coach would react.
"Because I felt as if your uniform divided you from the rest of the Cheerios. To put it shortly, you stood out. And I want all my Cheerios to be a team, I want them all to look roughly the same. I figured you wouldn't want to wear a skirt, so I gave you shorts. I'm glad you like it." Sue answered, placing an awkward hand on the fashionista's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one makes fun of your uniform. There'd be a small price to pay if they did. No one insults my Cheerios or my uniform. And before I forget, you may only wear plain white shoes with that uniform, but you probably already know that."
"Thanks, coach." Kurt replied with a small smile on his face.
"No worries. Just report to me if anyone bullies you, okay?" Coach Sylvester softly said, giving him an uncharacteristic sincere smile.
"I will." Kurt announced, his smile gradually getting wider.
"Good. Now I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. I've got millions of paperwork that needs to be done." The coach's hard front was back again and for once, Kurt didn't care. It was nice for him to know that there was at least one teacher in McKinley who still stood by him. All his other teachers seemed to have abandoned him ever since he came out. Though he did well in all his subjects and all his teachers liked him, they were never there for him. They never promised to protect him from his bullies.
Kurt, who had taken the box from the table, and the girls left wordlessly, shutting the door behind them gently. They exited the school silently, not knowing how to start a conversation after leaving the office.
"So Kurt, I guess it's safe to say that you are Coach's favourite student." Santana teasingly suggested, causing Quinn and Brittany to giggle childishly while Kurt shook his head and laughed. "Come on, Kurt. It's pretty obvious. Since when has Coach turned into a softie?"
"I don't know. But it was nice of her to act like that towards me!" Kurt stated, a smile still plastered on his face. "Hurry up, I want to get home before Finn does. I do not want to see him acting like an interviewer and asking me unnecessary questions about our friendship again."
"Come on then!" Quinn enthusiastically shrieked, hopping into her car. Santana, Brittany and Kurt followed her action and soon, they were riding down the street to Kurt's house, which was their first stop.
"Thanks for the ride, Quinnie." Kurt shouted, once they had arrived at Kurt's driveway. He gave the driver and the other two passengers a quick hug before exiting the car. "Same thing tomorrow?"
"Hell yeah! I'm choosing your outfit again!" Santana winked evilly. Kurt just rolled his eyes and laughed softly.
"Sure, Santana. But I'm still not wearing those shorts that you found this morning!"
"Damn it, I was looking forward to seeing you strut down the hallway with those shorts." Santana and the girls laughed when Kurt blushed furiously.
"Goodbye, girls." Kurt forcefully said, trying to stop them from embarrassing him any further. He waved at the retreating car and entered his house, sighing happily. Maybe ruling the school wasn't as bad as he thought?
A/N: I know Sue is OOC but I really wanted to add a nice!Sue in this story ;) hahaha
Blaine will be back next chapter! Sorry if you were looking forward to seeing him!
Also, can somebody tell me the order of the competitions please? They don't have glee clubs here so I'm not entirely sure how they work. What are they? Sectionals, Regionals and Nationals? I'm confused!
All mistakes and errors are my doing. Sorry.
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