Put Up Your Dukes, Let's Get Down To It

Kurt

I spritz a bit more hairspray on my 'do before shutting my locker, confident that my look is complete. As I turn to go to English, I see Karofsky and another jock heading my way. I try to quickly walk past them, but they see me and grin crookedly. Before I can run, Karofsky slams me into the nearest locker, holding me against it with his forearm.

"Hey there Hummel. How are you?" Karofsky says, and his Neanderthal grins as well. He slaps his hand on Karofsky's shoulder, leaning in closer.

"From the looks of it, I would say gay," he says, and they laugh, high fiving each other.

"Well then, I guess it's time for your daily beat down. Are you ready, pretty boy?" He says, and I grimace as he pulls back his fist.

"I just want to let you know, that you'll be working for me," I say, a last ditch effort to throw them off. Karofsky just pulls his fist back further.

"KURT!" I hear a girl scream, and it's Santana. She looks so small compared to the football jocks, and I'm shaking my head at her, hoping she leaves. I don't want her to get hurt.

"Lookie here Karofsky, it's the deaf girl," says the other jock, and Karofsky turns around, allowing me to slide down to the floor.

"CAN, YOU, UNDERSTAND, ME?" Karofsky says very slowly, and the pair laughs. "I don't think she hears us. Too stupid."

"Hey, astholes. Leave Lady Fauce here alone," Santana slurs, and the two approach her.

"Well well well, Mexican Helen Keller, I don't think we want to," Karofsky says, and Santana suddenly kicks her foot into Karofsky's groin. He yelps in pain as his friend bends over to help him up. Santana flies over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Ahur you okay? I'm sorry I culled you Lady Fce," Santana apologizes.

"It's okay. Let's just get out of here," I say, and I take her hand as we flee the scene.

I'm lucky to have a friend like Santana.

Tina

"And then she just kicks Karofsky right where it hurts! She was like Xena or something, I swear! It was totally cool, San," Kurt says, and Santana just smiles.

"I couldn't leut you get beat up. Brittany towld me thaut happenz a lot," Santana slurs, and Kurt nods.

"Well, now that I have you, I don't have to worry about that," Kurt says, putting his arm around the small girl.

"Speaking of Brittany," I say, "What's going on with you two? I haven't seen her with you all week." Kurt nods in agreement, wondering the same thing.

"We got in a fight. She was saying thaut she felt bawd about me being deauf. I don't like it when people say thaut, so I yeulled at her and left her haus," Santana explains, signing as well as speaking. I nod in understanding, and the three of us head to Glee club.

"I'm so excited for Glee today. I wanted to preform this song that I've been thinking about doing for the longest time," Kurt begins, and then is cut off. I look back just in time to see Karofsky throw a red slushie in Santana's face. Her mouth was open, so she spits out some of the red slush.

"Assholes!" Kurt shouts, and we hurry Santana to the girl's bathroom to clean her up.

"Why whould they throw shlusee's?" Santana cries, the red dye stinging her eyes.

"Because they're jerks," I say, taking a paper towel to her face. "Don't worry about it Santana, honestly. You're so much better than them."

Santana nods, and lets me clean up the rest of her face. When she looks halfway decent, the three of us head down to the choir room. When I see that Santana has a dejected look on her face, Kurt and I each take one of her arms, and we walk down the hallway together.

"It'll be okay, Santana. We promise."