Hey cuties, I have a new chapter for all of you. It would've been up a few days ago but I guess FanFic was having some kind of error problem? I don't know what was happening but I couldn't get to my account.
I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I promise after this one things start happening, maybe good things or maybe bad things ;) Ignore any mistakes, I'm not perfect.
I don't own Glee
Enjoy!
"My hands are gonna be pink for a few days but it's totally worth it," Quinn said with a grin, taking a step back from Kurt. "Just let that sit for about forty-five minutes and then we'll wash it."
"And you're sure I'll look good?" Kurt asked, not sure if he should be so trusting with Quinn changing his hair.
"For the hundredth time, yes," Quinn rolled her eyes. "I cannot wait everyone at school to see you."
Kurt smiled and shrugged. "I'm sure they're all gonna be shocked but I'm not sure if I can have the bad attitude and get in trouble every week. I don't wanna jinx my chances getting into NYADA."
"Dude, chill. Puck and I will make sure you don't do anything crazy. This is just for the bullies to back off and for you to enjoy your senior year."
"I would enjoy it more if my best friends weren't acting like dicks," Kurt mumbled. "No matter what, things don't work out for me."
Quinn gave him a look and shook her head. "I get that you had a fight with Blaine and all but shouldn't you just get over yourself and call him? Clearly you haven't heard from him because he's waiting for you to."
"Or he's just super busy with fantastic New York life."
"Okay Hummel, quit being dramatic and call Anderson. It's like a bad Lifetime drama, my god."
"Oh shut up Fabray," Kurt rolled his eyes. "I know we were both out of line but what if this is a sign? I plan on moving in with them and going to college with them. What if Blaine and I just clash more when we live together?"
Kurt looked over at Quinn and was met with a blank stare. She raised a pierced eyebrow. "Really? That's the excuse you're going with?"
"It's not an excuse," Kurt said. "I've been thinking about this before Blaine and I started fighting. When I get there, both him and Rachel are going to have a years worth of experience and have a bunch of new friends and actually know what they're doing. I'm just gonna be some wimpy freshman who tags along with them and their cool New York friends. I'm probably nothing compared to those people, Quinn. Nothing."
"You said that they'll actually know what they're doing… are you hinting that you don't know what you wanna do?" Quinn asked after being quiet for a moment.
Kurt looked at her and shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. He wants to be on Broadway, or at least on Broadway, but the more he thinks about being on stage and performing in front of all those people… he feels sick even thinking about it.
"Wow, Berry and Anderson moving away must of really shot your confidence," Quinn convinced. "You're nothing like the Kurt Hummel I know from the past three years."
Kurt straightened a little. "I have confidence, just a different kind. Instead of the 'one day, you'll all be working for me' one, it's more a 'I don't give a fuck anymore'."
Quinn grinned. "Now that's more like it. We are so going out tonight and taking candid photos of you in your new getup."
"Like a photoshoot?" Kurt laughed. "You surprise me Quinn Fabray. You like shopping and taking pictures. Tell me, do you have an aesthetic tumblr as well?"
"Yeah, it's called Kurt Hummel is a pain in my ass," Quinn said. "You should follow me."
"The URL seems a bit lengthy to me."
Quinn just shook her head, getting up from where she sat on the toilet lid and checked on Kurt's hair. So far so good. It was still wet, some parts getting a little dry. She couldn't help but be excited to see Kurt's new look when it all came together. On the way back to her house from the mall they drove by a piercing shop and Quinn tried to get Kurt to get his eyebrow pierced but he didn't budge. Little of a let down but she has all of senior year to convince him.
"Quinn?" Mrs. Fabray called up the stairs. "Puck's here."
"Send him up!" Quinn replied, taking a seat on the toilet again. "It'll be done soon. It's still a too wet."
"Someone's wet? I came at the right time." Puck said, showing up in the doorway of the bathroom. A roll of toilet paper hit him in the face and he laughed, tossing it back at Quinn.
"Dude, don't be gross."
Puck ignored her and looked at Kurt, nodding at approval at the pink. "I like it."
Kurt smiled at him, even though he was a little nervous to see the final product. Quinn and him decided to dye his quiff, just for the hell of it. She wanted to do his whole head but he drew a line. No way he's having a full head of pink hair.
His phone vibrated from where it sat on the sink. Puck handed it to him before walking out of the bathroom, mumbling about how he wanted a snack.
Kurt unlocked his phone and looked at the text, a little surprised at who the sender was.
From: Rachel(3:17PM)
Hey Kurt! How are things? I heard about what happened with Karofsky, sorry things didn't work out all that great for you.
Kurt was a little confused. Why was Rachel texting him when he and Blaine are fighting? Usually she says on the sidelines, not really contacting either of them to show she isn't picking sides. That tactic seemed a little stupid to use now though, seeing that she lives with Blaine.
"You okay there?" Quinn asked. "You got a little spacey."
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just confused I guess.," Kurt shrugged, looking down at his phone again. "Rachel texted me."
That grabbed Quinn's attention. The girl got up and next to Kurt on the edge of her tub. She took his phone from his hands and read the text, becoming confused herself.
"It sounds kinda fake, but, yet again, I don't know how she usually talks." Quinn said.
"It sounds like her, it is her. I guess I'm just confused on why she texted me. I would've figured she would have sided with Blaine."
"Again, get over yourself and talk to the boy."
"Shh," Kurt said, patting her face before taking his phone back. "Lemme use Rachel as a way to get the scoop on what Blaine's doing."
"You could check Facebook."
"Again, shh."
To: Rachel(3:21PM)
Hey Rachel, I'm alright I guess- nothing to complain about too much. It does suck but at least he also got in trouble.
(3:22PM)
How's New York?
"Very smooth," Quinn said with a chuckle. "Very, very smooth."
"You are gonna call Blaine by the end of this week, I can tell you that right now," She said, looking at his hair and nodding. "Time to rinse it soon."
Kurt was about to answer when his phone went off.
From: Rachel(3:24PM)
New York's great! Blaine and I are working ourselves to death but somehow tonight we both have free time. Movie night!
(3:24PM)
Wish you were here thought Kurt, we both do
From: Finn(3:30PM)
Did u do it yet?
Kurt ignored Finn's text, planning on sending him a picture when it's done, but stared at the second text Rachel sent. They both do? Does that mean that Blaine isn't all that mad at him?
"Kurt," Quinn said, taking his phone from him and putting it on the sink. "It's time to wash your hair."
"You're gonna look so cool," Puck said. He was sitting in the doorway now, eating a bag of Goldfish. "I'm actually pretty excited to see how it turned out."
"Me too." Kurt said, turning around and leaning over the side of the tub while Quinn adjusted the water temperature.
When Rachel didn't get a reply back from Kurt, she sighed and locked her phone. She tossed it onto the couch and went into the kitchen. Why does Kurt have to be so dramatic with everything? Yes, she understand his side of things but that doesn't mean that he has to ignore her too. She did nothing wrong.
She's just thankful that she was able to talk some sense into Blaine. The boy was driving himself crazy with the whole Kurt situation. It sucks that Kurt's going through everything alone, and making Quinn and Puck weren't the best company, but at least he has people to help him.
Of course, Blaine's crush on Kurt isn't helping matters.
Rachel thinks it's the only reason why Blaine is caring so much about what's happening their friend. Rachel wasn't sure if Blaine's crush on Kurt was still a thing, but, after the conversation they had a few nights ago, it cleared up any of her doubts.
She heard her phone go off from where it was on the couch in the other room. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and headed back into the living room, picking her phone up from the couch before sitting down.
From: Tina(3:35PM)
Are you and Blaine coming back for Homecoming week?
To: Tina(2:35PM)
Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I'll have to ask Blaine when he gets home
From: Tina(3:36PM)
Okay, just checking. There's so much glee stuff to fill you and Blaine in with, but that can wait for later.
Rachel replied and opened up Snapchat, going over to look at all her friends stories. She waited for them to load, clicking on Puck's first.
"Look at you Hummel," Puck said from behind the camera as he filmed Kurt styling his hair. "You look all grown up with your pink hair." Puck laughed as Kurt gave him in the finger.
Wait, pink hair?
Rachel watched the video again, this time focusing on Kurt. Puck didn't show much of the said pink hair but near the end, he moved it up ever so lightly so that it was visible.
Blaine was gonna have a mental breakdown when he saw this.
"Aaannd, done!" Kurt said with a satisfied smile. He looked at his hair in mirror, surprised with how pleased he was with the turnout.
"It looks so good," Quinn said, matching Kurt's smile. "Okay, go put on one of your new outfits and then we can go out and cause mayhem somewhere."
"What happened to taking pictures for your aesthetic blog?" Kurt smirked, laughing a little when Quinn flipped him off.
Kurt walked out of Quinn's room and headed towards the bathroom, one of his many shopping bags in hand. He closed the door behind him, taking off the sweatpants and old shirt Quinn had him wear while they were dying his hair.
He slipped into his newest pair of black skinny jeans before putting on a simple baggy v-neck. He put on the leather jacket that Puck gave him and looked himself over in the mirror. He looked like your stereotypical badboy.
He put on his new black combat boots, his jeans bunching up around them, before grabbing the empty bag and Quinn's clothes off the floor. He headed back to Quinn's room, feeling surprisingly comfortable and confident with himself.
When he entered the room, Puck and Quinn catcalled him. He waved his hands at them but they kept going. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned in a circle, letting them see all of him.
"Dude, I think I have a boner from looking at you in those jeans," Puck said in total seriousness. "The guys at the party we're going to are gonna be all over you."
"Wait, what party?" Kurt asked. This was news to him.
"My friend Nate is having a party, he only lives a few blocks from here," Puck said. "And we're all going to it."
"Now?" Kurt asked.
"It's four in the afternoon, of course not. It doesn't start till eight."
"But it's a school night. I got back to school tomorrow."
"Which is exactly why we need to get your look out there, give everyone a sneak-peek at the new Kurt Hummel."
"But it's a school night," Kurt said again. "I can't be out late, my dad will kill me."
"Don't worry about your dad bro, he's already been taken care of. Finn's coming too and he's gonna keep an eye on you," Puck said. "Live a little Hummel."
Kurt sighed and shook his head. Clearly he wasn't getting anywhere with this. If his dad is letting him go, it couldn't be that bad right? Finn's gonna be there and Kurt know's his own limits with alcohol- if there even is alcohol. Of course there's gonna be alcohol, Kurt said to himself. Don't be an idiot.
"C'mon, let's go downstairs and watch movies until it's time to go." Quinn said, getting up from her bed.
The two boys followed her out, Puck still eating the bag of Goldfish and suggesting movies to watch- all of which got rejected.
Blaine scrolled through Facebook absentmindedly, sipping his iced tea and liking a few post as he went. Today at work was rough, he had a full jar of very hot peppers spill on him, some getting in his pants- it still burns. He had to go through the last two hours of his shift with his legs and crotch burning and the snippy customers weren't helping his cause.
Rachel told him that she was going out to get a few snacks for their movie night when he got home. He was thankful that she decided that there wasn't enough unhealthy snacks in their apartment because he didn't feel like watching movies just yet.
He started scrolling through his news feed again. He stopped scrolling when he noticed that Kurt has changed his profile picture. Blaine kinda saw it coming though; his last on was the two of them. He clicked on it to making it bigger.
He almost choked on his ice tea.
Kurt's quiff was dyed pink and he was wearing what looked like your typical badboy outfit. He looked closer at the picture to see that it looked like Kurt was at some type of party with Puck, and Quinn who had their arms slung around his shoulders.
Wait... was that a cigarette?!
"Holy shit." Blaine said breathlessly, sitting back, staring at his laptop screen with a dumbfounded look. It's only been a couple days, he didn't think that Kurt would change who is completely.
Teenage Dream started playing throughout his room, he looked around for a seconds, confused of where the noise was coming from, but then realized that it was his phone going off. He picked up his phone from where it sat next to him on his bed.
"Hello?" He asked, somewhat breathlessly.
"Have you seen Kurt? Ohmygod," Tina said, skippy the greeting. "Did you know this was happening?"
"Yes I did and no I didn't," Blaine said, staring at the picture. "We haven't talked for day, how was I to know?"
"I don't think any of us expected this to happen," Tina said. "Sure, his attitude was changing but his looks? I thought Kurt Hummel doesn't change for anybody."
"He changes for himself," Blaine said quietly, staring at Kurt's smirking face. "He's changing to survive I guess, just playing another role."
"I have a bad feeling about this," Tina said. "I don't think this is going to end well."
"I'm there with you but there isn't anything we can do," Blaine said. "I wanna talk to him but he won't answer even if I tried."
"Maybe you should try," Tina suggested. "I mean, not tonight because he's obviously busy but later this week."
"I highly doubt he'll answer."
"It won't hurt to try, maybe it'll show him that you want to talk and apologize."
Blaine was quiet as he thought it over, would Kurt answer? Would it show him that he actually wants to make amends? He wants his friend back and it doesn't and won't matter who he is or what he's wearing- he'll take any version of Kurt he can get.
"I love him Tina," Blaine said, his chest feeling heavy. "I thought my crush on him went away but it didn't. If anything, this whole thing made me realize that I love him. I actually truly love him."
"Not the best friend kind of love?"
"No," Blaine said, rubbing his eyes. "I just love him."
"You know," Tina said, sounding like she was thinking something over. "You could come home during Homecoming week. Kurt's bound to at bonfire at the end of the week."
"That could actually work," Blaine said, daring himself to feel a little hopeful. "Have you talked to Rachel about it?"
"Yeah, she said she'd talk to you but I guess I know you're both coming." Tina said with a laugh.
They hung up a few minutes later, Tina needing to finish her homework. Blaine logged out of Facebook and pushed his laptop away from him. He laid down and wrapped himself into a giant blanket burrito.
He could face Kurt, he'd try calling him tomorrow after school… hopefully he answers. He heard the door open and the song Rachel was humming filled the quietness. He was glad she was back, he could use the distraction.
Blaine just hopes Kurt's still willing to talk to him.
"Quinn, can I ask you something?" Kurt asked the pink haired girl as he put his phone away and Puck stumbled across the living room.
"Shoot." She said, slightly tipsy.
He grabbed her hand and brought her into the kitchen, where it was quiet. He licked his lips and glanced around the almost empty room.
"Whoa, Kurt, if you want me to make out with you we don't need a private place," Quinn smirked. "Thought it is very thoughtful."
"No, it's not that Quinn. I love dick too much to make out with you."
Quinn laughed, "Then what's it about?"
"What did Karofsky say the other day at Breadsticks?"
"Hmm? Oh, just that you better watch yourself because he's gonna kick your ass in school when you least expected it."
"Why didn't you guys tell me this? It's a good thing to know."
Quinn shrugged and took another sip of her drink. "Finn and Puck told me not to tell you so I didn't, duh. Shh, don't let them know that you know," Quinn giggled as she put a finger to her lips. "We got your back tomorrow and forever!" She grinned.
"Thanks Quinn." Kurt smiled at the girl as she walked away, downing the rest of her drink.
Kurt hung back in the kitchen, sipping his own drink as he watched the group of people dance in the living room. He laughed when Quinn and Puck come into view, grinding on one another while Finn danced like a lunatic in the background- a completely sober lunatic. He was about to take out his phone to Snapchat it when a body blocked his view, making him look up.
Karofsky was looming over him, glaring hard. Kurt matched his gaze but backed up. He didn't get very far because he bumped into the counter island. He took a deep breath, trying not to flinch when Karofsky started talking.
"I see you got a new look Hummel but that won't save your ass. You think I was tough before? Just you wait."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Kurt asked. "Your bruised nose and the giant purple rings under your eyes aren't helping your case- it's laughable."
Karofsky snarled and put his hands on either side of Kurt, trapping him against the island. "You think you're so tough now because you're hanging out with Fabray and Puckerman don't you? A word of advice- watch yourself. They can't be with you wherever you go. You're a dead man walking."
Kurt felt his heart start racing with fear and he hoped that he didn't show it. He could get out of this and run for the door. He could just text Finn that he left. He could get Quinn and Puck home safely. Quinn's house was around the corner and his car's still there. He can make it home.
The newly pink haired boy slipped under Karofsky's arm and cooley headed out of the kitchen. When he reached the arch way he turned back to look at Karofsky.
"A word of advice, or well, two. Breath mind."
And with that he walked out of the kitchen and ran out the door.
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