And, here's chapter 2!
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Kurt grabbed his water bottle, and took a long drink from it. He gathered his clothes so he could go to the locker room and shower, when a voice sounded from the doorway.
"Porcelain! My office. Now."
Rolling his eyes, Kurt reluctantly followed the cheerleading coach.
"It has come to my attention, Porcelain, that your English grade has been slipping. And by slipping, I mean, utterly atrocious. With grades like those I can't let you be on the squad. Unless you do something about it." Sue said while leaning back in her chair.
Kurt could feel his heart racing. He has worked so hard to be on the Cheerios. It can't be taken away now. He can't get slushied on a daily basis. He couldn't go back to what he was freshmen year.
"Don't kick me off the squad, Coach. I promise, I will do anything!" Kurt begged—cringing internally because Kurt Hummel never begged, for anything.
Coach Sylvester laughed, "That's the exact response I was hoping for. I have set up a tutor for you. Young Burt Reynolds! Get in here!" She yelled the last part, and Kurt looked over to see the office door opening.
He saw a student walk in. The other boy looked familiar, Kurt recognized him as the boy who always sits front and center in every class, and answers all the teacher's questions. He had giant horn rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his hair was slicked down with an alarmingly amount of gel. The boy was dressed in a button up polo with a cardigan on top, and khakis—complete with a bowtie.
"Porcelain, meet Eyebrows. He's going to help you out with English. I honestly don't understand the problem. Don't you speak English? You would think it would be easy to understand your native tongue. Now both of you get out of my office."
The pair walked out, Kurt immediately turning right to get to his locker. He's waited this long to shower, it wouldn't hurt if he just waited until he got home. That way he will have all of his normal products to get ready for his date with Sebastian. When he arrived at his locker, the nerd was standing right there—as if he had followed Kurt.
Turning to the other boy, Kurt glared at him, asking an unspoken question.
"Um… So, where should we go?"
"Go, for what?" Kurt asked, turning back around to his locker, making sure he had everything.
The other kid cleared his throat. "To start the tutoring. We need to start now if you want to get ahead. I bet you haven't even started reading Hamlet yet, and there's a quiz tomorrow. If you have any hope of turning your grade around, you have to start tonight."
Sighing, "I actually have plans with my boyfriend, tonight. So we can start tomorrow." Kurt said before walking away, hoping to get to his car soon.
"Actually," Kurt stopped, the tone in the other boy's voice had changed. This was more forceful, more demanding. The tutor continued, "Coach says to start tonight, or else you're off the squad."
Knowing there was no way around it, Kurt gave in. "Fine. Just let me call Seb and explain it to him."
Kurt pulled out his iPhone and walked a few feet away from the tutor, as if it would stop him from listening in.
"Hey baby," Sebastian said when he answered his phone. "Just get done with Cheerios?"
"Yeah. But about tonight, I won't be able to meet up with you, I-"
"Seriously, Kurt! I told you to not plan anything tonight. By saying that, I was trying to avoid this. You always say you want me to be more romantic, here I am, Kurt, being romantic and you flake out on me."
"I'm sorry, Sebastian. But not everything is about you! I have to do some homework-"
"Homework! Really?! That's the excuse?"
Kurt could tell Sebastian was getting angry, "Yes, I now have a tutor so I can raise my English grade, or else I'm off the Cheerios."
"Fine, just, fine. Go do homework, and forget I exist. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
Kurt opened his mouth to reply when he heard the phone beep, signaling the other person had disconnected. He took a deep breath to control his emotions, tensing when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." Kurt said quietly, more to himself than the other boy.
"It didn't sound fine." The tutor muttered.
"Sometimes we just yell, Seb and I. It will be fine tomorrow." Kurt took one more deep breath, "We should get going if we want to start on Hamlet."
The other boy nodded, "So, I'll just follow you to your house?"
Kurt turned, and walked out the school, not caring if the nerd was following him or not.