I'm back, and with an update.
I just wanna thank y'all for the feedback, I honestly didn't expect this story to get much love at all seeing that there's so much badboy!Kurt/Blaine out there. I know I said that the chapters would be longer but this one is shorter by a few hundred I think. As I was writing it just seemed like a good place to stop, so, I did.
Also, Puck and Quinn didn't graduate either, it just makes the story easier to follow (and write) to put them in the same boat as Kurt.
Ignore any mistakes, I'm not perfect.
I don't own Glee
Enjoy!
"How was glee club?" Blaine asked, frowning when he saw Kurt shrug.
"It was alright, a lot of empty seats," Kurt answered, waving at Rachel when she took a seat next to Blaine. "We're holding auditions soon though."
"There's gonna be a lot of new recruits soon, it'll be okay," Rachel smiled. "Chin up!"
"No, Rachel, it's not gonna be okay," Kurt said, hugging his knees to his chest. "It's only me, Sam, Tina, Artie, Sugar and Brittany. Who's gonna wanna join? No one."
Blaine frowned again, watching closely on screen. "What about Quinn and Puck?"
"Quinn has a whole new personality now apparently and Puck's currently M.I.A."
Blaine and Rachel exchanged a look of confusion, what is Kurt talking about? The Puck part made the most sense but Quinn? When they all hung out a few weeks ago she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Yet again, you never know with Quinn anymore.
"It's whatever, I'm sure they'll find their way back to the glee club or whatever," Kurt said, waving his hand a bit before his face lite up. "How's your first day in New York?"
"Amazing!" Rachel squeaked, scooting closer to the camera as she started talking about how they already have plans for decorating and how there's plenty space for Kurt when he came to visit it before she started talking about what happened when she and Blaine went outside and explored.
Blaine wasn't listening fully, he was too busy watching Kurt as he smiled at some parts of Rachel's story but it wasn't a real smile. It was the halfassed one that Kurt does when somethings bothering him but he wants to hide it. The boy doesn't know that Blaine can read him like a book- or more so how good he was at it- and Blaine frowned as the smile slowly disappeared all together and Kurt was just nodding along.
"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked, interrupting Rachel.
The boy in question looked surprised and a little taken back. He furrowed his brow before smiling a little and nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired."
"Did Karofsky do anything?" Rachel asked, concern in her voice.
Kurt shook his head. "No. There was a few slurs and a locker shove but besides that nothing major happened. I can't tell if this year is going to be a good one or not."
"Of course it's gonna be a good one!" Blaine grinned, making Kurt's heart skip a beat. "It's your senior year, you rule the school."
Kurt raised an eyebrow before letting out a dry laugh, rubbing at his eyes a moment later. He shrugged in response, looking past his two friends and at the appartment behind them. He couldn't see much, just a wall with a picture on it. Kurt felt sick to his stomach suddenly, his mind wondered to Rachel and Blaine having the best time of their lives in New York, unshamlessly themselves while Kurt had to fight everyday to be himself.
"I'm gonna go, I have some homework and stuff to do." Kurt said, looking away from the screen, hugging his knees a little tighter.
"Oh, okay," Blaine said, a little disappointed their Skype call didn't last for very long. "Text me okay?" Kurt just nodded, giving them a little wave before signing off.
"Did he seem a little out of it or is it just me?" Rachel asked, looking over at her friend.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Blaine said frowning and stood up. "I'm gonna go ask Sam and Tina if anything happened during school."
Rachel shut the laptop lid and followed Blaine into the kitchen. "I still don't know if having Tina and Sam spy on Kurt is the best idea. You know how sensitive he can be. If he finds out he'll freak."
Blaine sighed. "What other choice do we have? Clearly something happened today," Blaine looked around the kitchen with frustration before flopping down to sit on the floor. "If Kurt won't tell us how are we suppose to be able to help him?"
Rachel smiled sympathy at her friend and went to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Even if something was happening, how would we be able to help all that much? Kurt's a big boy, he can handle his own from time to time. How would you feel if Kurt had people watching you?"
"I wouldn't like it. I would understand why though but I wouldn't want it," Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "I don't know Rach. I'm just worried about him, that's all."
"Why don't you ask Sam and Tina about what happened today and after that leave it alone for awhile," Rachel suggested. "I'm sure if anything happened we'll hear about it."
Blaine just nodded, not feeling like talking anymore. He just doesn't want to hear any major news through the grapevine. He wants to hear it from Kurt first thing but it looks like that won't be the case. He's being unfair to Kurt though, and Blaine knows that if things get too hard Kurt will tell him. He just needs to have faith in Kurt. Besides, Blaine has his new college life to worry about, if he keeps this up he'll worry himself sick.
"I can see your mind going a mile a minute," Rachel said and got up. "I'll go order a pizza and we can set up the DVD player. What some movies and eat junk until we fall asleep, how does that sound?"
Blaine let out a laugh and stood up too, smiling at her. "That sounds fantastic."
"Do all of you really think anyone else is gonna sign up?" A voice came from behind Kurt as he looked over the glee club sign up sheet.
Kurt tensed, waiting to get shoved or slushied but it didn't come. Slowly, he turned around to see Puck standing behind him, his eyebrow raised. Quinn was standing next to him, looking bored.
"I don't but the others do," Kurt shrugged. "We need replacements. With Finn, Blaine, Rachel, Mike, Mercedes and Santana gone, we need bodies." He looked from Puck to Quinn and then back to the boy. "Are you guys still in the club?"
"I am," Puck said. "Only because my parole officer is making me."
"Where were you yesterday?" Kurt ask.
"Getting told that I have to stay in glee club."
Kurt nodded and looked at Quinn, who stayed silent.
"Oh, I don't know Hummel," Quinn said with an eyeroll. "Do I look like I wanna go sing show tunes and dance around in costumes?"
"Well, now that I look at your terrible attempt to dress like the skanks and your bad dye job, I'll take it as a no." Kurt said dryly, giving Puck a smile before walking around them and headed down the hall.
Puck looked after him and then looked at Quinn, who's face was flushed with annoyance. The boy laughed. "He's got a point you know, don't try so hard."
"So you don't think being in glee club will ruin your bad boy status?" Quinn asked, raising a pierced eyebrow.
"Nah, we've been in it for the past three years so why stop now?"
"Wait, so your parole officer really making you stay with it?"
"Yeah," Puck said as he headed down the hallway, Quinn following. "But it's just a good excuse if those meatheads ask about it. You should still do it Quinn, I know how much it helped you getting through all the stuff with Beth, I know it gave me a good head on my shoulders."
"Says the boy who has a parole officer." Quinn laughed.
"Hey, I could be in juvie again or something. Whether you want to admit it or not, those dorks in glee are like family to us." Puck said, glaring at a kid who was watching them as they walked by.
"I guess," Quinn mumbled, bypassing her classroom as the bell rang and headed out the side door with Puck.
The two friends stopped short when they saw Kurt being pinned up against one of the lockers, Karofsky standing in front of him holding a slushie. Kurt's face screamed panic and distress, his face turning into a scowl when Karofsky said something and the two jocks holding him up laughed.
"Should we intervene?" Puck asked, watching as Kurt fought against the boys holding him up and then slammed back into his locker. Puck winced at the bang. "I'll answer my own question: yes, yes we should."
Blaine took a deep breath as he entered NYADA side-by-side with Rachel, their arms hooked. They headed down the hallway to their first class: dancing with Mrs. July. Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Kurt's reaction when he told him about her before Rachel joined their Skype call last night.
"Wait, did you say Cassandra July?" Kurt asked, eyewide. He started laughing when Blaine nodded.
"What's so funny about her being my teacher?" Blaine asked, confused.
"Crazy July, that doesn't ring a bell? Are you sure you're gay?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit.
"One hundred percent," Blaine said, smiling back. "But for real, what's up with Mrs. July?"
"She's the biggest trainwreck in Broadway history!" Kurt practically cried. "She's horrible. Prepare yourself."
Of course, Blaine didn't take Kurt seriously, knowing how over dramatic he can be. But now, Blaine's wishing he did take time to prepare himself- Cassandra July is a nightmare.
As soon as class started she made them twirl across the room, if they aren't perfect she would top the music and put the person on the spot. She picked on Rachel when she tripped and got on Blaine's case when he went to help her.
"I see you two are a pack," Cassandra smirked. "I'm not surprised though. Hobbit's always stick together. Next time," she said, looking at Rachel. "Don't trip."
Rachel just nodded, ignoring Blaine's hand and getting herself up. She went over to get her bag and then walked out the door before Blaine could catch up. The boy sighed and got his stuff, heading for the door.
"Hey," Blaine stopped and turned around, looking back to see a boy walking over to him. "Don't let Mrs. July's comment get to you or your friend. You looked awesome out there."
Blaine looked down to hide his blush. "Thanks, you were pretty good yourself. Far better than the rest of us. I'm Blaine, by the way."
The boy chuckled and reached out to shake Blaine's hand. "So formal. I'm Sebastian."
"Why did you help me?" Kurt asked Puck and Quinn, who were still glaring at the football players as they walked away.
"Because even though you're a loser, you're out loser," Puck said. "Us glee clubbers gotta stick together."
Quinn snorted.
"Ignore her," Puck rolled his eyes and pushed Quinn playfully. "But seriously Kurt, it's your senior year and since Anderson and Berry aren't here to protect you- we gotcha covered."
Kurt was surprised. Why the hell was Puck being so nice to him? "Thanks but I can handle myself. I've been dealing with bullies mostly alone since middle school."
"Just think of us as extra sets of eyes," Quinn said, surprising the two boys. "Like Puck told me earlier, the glee club is like a family and we can't let each other get bullied."
"I never said that."
"I'm just paraphrasing, stupid."
"Wait, does this mean that you guys are still in glee club?" Kurt asked, smiling when they both nodded.
"But, before we link arms and go skipping to the choir room, I want you to know that Quinn and I are dead serious about looking out for you."
"I don't see why you just don't punch him and be done with it." Quinn said as the trio headed down the hall, all three of them ignoring the fact that class was in session.
"Me? Punching Karofsky? He would end me!" Kurt said. "There's no way in hell I could take him."
"Then why don't we toughen you up? This way you can really handle your own." Puck said, trading smiling with Quinn.
Kurt stopped and stared at them. Are they for real right now? Toughening him up? He'll just end up looking like a jacked penguin. Rachel and Blaine were the ones who did the standing up for him and never did they suggest to toughen Kurt up, they treated him like a baby.
"So, are you in or not?" Puck asked. "The looks on their faces when you punch one of them will be priceless."
The more Puck talked, the more Kurt was into the idea. With Blaine and Rachel gone, there's no one there to keep him safe, to baby him. Kurt was done depending on others to protect him, tired of everyone babying him.
He looked from Puck to Quinn and then back to Puck. He took a breath and shook head head, this was crazy, this was absolutely crazy but it was something he wanted to do.
"I'm in."
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