Wow, this turned out long and I didn't even make it to the point I was going to stop at...
I figured it was enough just to do this at the beginning of the story, but I decided to do it again just for the fun of it:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of the caracters, sadly. I do, however, own Chris Colfer's ass and every single other part of him. (at least in my dreams it ends up working out that way 3)
As Kurt was walking down the hall, the anger and vindication he had just released at full force on the Dean was slowly ebbing away from the pit of his stomach. Despite the pain he was feeling intensely right now, he felt relieved. It was as though every word he had refrained from yelling all these years had all built up inside of him and had finally been released at a worthy target.
All the thing he wanted to say to the boys who avoided him because they thought he was into them, the mothers who wouldn't let their children spend the night at his house when he was little and the other children didn't care so much about his appearance- the mothers who still wouldn't let their children come over when Finn invited them because he lived in the same house with the gay boy, and the bullies who always threw him into dumpsters- especially Karofsky who was in the closet himself but would rather terrify Kurt than admit it, he felt like he had directed all of those at the Dean. It felt good.
His nose was still bleeding, though not the giant spurt that it had been immediately after getting punched, and he was glad he had done this in the middle of classes. He didn't want everyone to see him in whatever state he was in (he was sure it was horrible) and he didn't run into anyone in the hallway like he would have after school let out. He was also fairly certain that once he came up with this plan, he couldn't have sat quietly through classes thinking about what could possibly be his impending demise.
It was also a bigger surprise if no one saw it to spread rumors around school. A bigger shock factor, if you will.
He reached his own room just as the anger almost completely disappeared- he was still extraordinarily mad at Luce's father for what he had done, but he had already vented this anger and the feeling was completely overwhelmed with a sense of self-righteous victory. The feeling left a smile on Kurt's face just as it had when he was first punched even though the very action of smiling brought tears to his eyes from the broken nose he was sure he had.
He opened the door and entered, careful not to drip any blood on the carpet. He almost laughed as he remembered the large red droplets staining the Dean's plush and probably expensive wool carpeting. He barely managed to refrain, knowing that the action would be rather painful in his current state.
He made his way to his bathroom in his room and dung through the semi-organized stacks of hair and beauty products he owned, trying to find his bottle of ibuprofen. His bathroom at home was bigger and could hold all of his merchandise more comfortably, and he didn't need the medicine often like he had back when he was getting shoved into lockers daily. He used to know exactly where it was.
As his fingertips met the cap of the bottle, he looked at his reflection with a mix of horror and pride. He had blood all over his face and Dalton blazer. His nose, thankfully, did not look misaligned though it was swollen to at least twice its normal, petite size. Both his nose and the skin around it were very red, and heavy, dark bruises were already forming under his eyes. The effect was rather gruesome.
He took two of the orange pills and washed them down with water, then attempted to restore his hair to its former, pre-confrontation glory. After about thirty minutes, he was entirely sure his nosebleed had stopped and the medicine had begun to take effect.
He looked in the mirror one more time before setting off on his way to Blaine's room to await the end of the school day and making use of the older boy's earlier promise. He had never been so happy to look so horrible.
Though he was in Blaine's room waiting for him, he didn't bother thinking about his upcoming conversation with its usual occupant- that was the easy part of his upcoming ordeal. The little bit of acting that he would have to do later was easy too, compared to dealing with Luce.
He thought about what he was going to say to Luce to convince him to tell the world about how his family had been treating him. He knew what he had done would get the Dean kicked out of his position and school at least, but Luce still had to tell his part for everything to work out. Otherwise he'd have to go home to that family and nothing would change, and the whole reason Kurt risked permanent facial deformity was to get that to change so Luce didn't have to ever deal with that again.
He needed to find the right words, the perfect words, and all his right words came from music. He went over to Blaine's iPod and speakers, hoping he wouldn't mind to terribly much if Kurt used them. He scrolled through the song list absentmindedly, surprised when his fingers decided to atop suddenly. "I Did It for You" by David Cook, Kurt read out in his mind. It could work. The title sounded promising enough, anyway. He pressed play and sat on the floor against the bedpost as the music filled the room.
Today's not the same
As every day
It's far from ordinary
The pain I endure
You're my cure
But my mistakes have led me
Far away from you...
You turn away
From all those things
That I've been trying to say
And all those promises
I shouldn't have made
I did it for you
My open mind
Feelings I just can't reconcile
My heart's on a string
These broken wings
You knew I'd be so fragile
Far away from you...
You turn away
From all those things
That I've been trying to say
And all those promises
I shouldn't have made
I did it for you
I searched my soul
And all these feelings
That I can't control
And you're the one thing
That can make me whole
I did it for you
Try to let you know
Try to let you know
Try to let you know...
Kurt leaned his head back against the bedpost and let the lyrics wash over him. The song contained so many of his feelings for both Luce and Blaine. No, he still didn't know exactly what he was going to say, but he could feel it, just a little. He had a feeling that it would all come out right if he just tried and if he just remembered that he had done it all for Luce. He closed his slightly swollen, bruised eyes to let the music fill him more.
The conversation earlier that morning had left Blaine apprehensive; he didn't like that slightly manic look that had graced Kurt's fair blue eyes during it. He had been looking forward to some lucidity of the situation in AP French, his second period class, since it was the only one he shared with the grade-younger Kurt.
It had been hell sitting in that class for the past week, with both Kurt and Lucian together. He had felt like it was a situation designed solely to torture him and work away at his already-frayed self-control. He knew the presence of Lucian and his and Kurt's overtly friendly behavior to each other might send him spiraling back into the unjustified anger and self-loathing his shock earlier had snapped him out of, but he really needed to settle the growing unease he felt. He practically leapt out of his chair and made his way from first to second period faster than he had ever traversed the hallway before.
Only to find Kurt wasn't there.
He almost expected and dreaded Lucian's own absence in conjunction with Kurt's, so he was surprised to find that the slight boy who was practically attached to Kurt's hip was in class without him. He was even more surprised when Lucian approached him.
"Do you know where Kurt is? I haven't seen him since breakfast when he went off to talk to you. He wasn't in first period," The boy said with a worried frown.
"I actually was going to ask you the same thing. He ran off this morning saying something about needing a favor from me and a plan, but I don't know where he went," Blaine uttered cautiously, surprised being in such close proximity with the boy who he considered to have stolen his true love did not make him angry in the least. He was even more surprised at the boy's politeness- he had been a demon in Blaine's thoughts for the last few days and he had almost forgotten what Lucian really sounded like. Not that he had that many things to remember. Lucian had hardly spoken two words to anybody before Kurt arrived.
Lucian turned white at the mention of a plan, though Blaine had no idea why.
The fact that the person closest to Kurt didn't know where Kurt was increased the concern Blaine had felt since morning. His confusion and nervousness had risen to alarming levels, and he fretfully sat through French without paying attention to anything other than the clock.
As the period ended, he went to his third class briefly to say that he was feeling sick and then set off towards the dorms, determined to locate Kurt.
He checked in both Kurt's room, slightly messy with the lights on but devoid of any human life, and Lucian's, perfectly straight and tidy with the lights off and also as empty as the first. He was at a loss and wouldn't have even considered his room if he hadn't heard the music.
You're the one thing that can make me whole
I did it for you...
He opened his door just as the last lines of "I Did It for You" were playing, and called out, "Kurt?"
A happy voice, slightly nasally as though the owner had a stuffed nose, answered his with a "Blaine! I'm glad you're here! I thought I would have to wait all day."
Blaine walked in his room and fully expected to see Kurt's smiling face awaiting him. He was greeted with a smile, and it was Kurt's, but it was so far from what he was expecting that he gasped in shock.
"K-Kurt?" he asked again, as if to make sure it wasn't some blood-covered figment of his imagination and actually was the boy. When Kurt nodded, Blaine asked, "What the hell happened to you?"
"I was punched in the face by the Dean of this school," Kurt replied brusquely.
If it had been anyone else at any other time without the evidence all over his face, Blaine would never have believed it. He thought the Dean was a kind and laid-back man. Kurt's face showed no humor, however, and his voice rand of absolute matter-of-fact truth. The injuries spoke for themselves.
"How-?" Blaine started, silenced by the appearance of Kurt's smooth white hand.
"I'll tell you later. Right now I need the favor you promised me this morning. I need you to call me a news crew and the police, stat. The Dean of this school is evil. I am going to bring him down, and I am going to bring him down hard," Kurt asserted, scaring Blaine just a little with his ruthless smile and the fire in his eyes.
Blaine complied with Kurt's request, obligingly taking out his phone and flipping through his contacts as though it was normal to have news stations at your beck and call.