Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or "Alyssa Lies".
Note: Just a quick reference on time for this story: this takes place after "Original Song". Chris Colfer let it slip at PaleyFest that Kurt's coming back to New Directions soon ("Like you didn't know!" he said), so that would explain why he's here with mentions of the Brittany/Santana/Artie triangle. Also, this is under the assumption that Klaine—as much as I love it—never happened. Additionally, picture the Kurt from season 1 in terms of style and hairdo. (Oh, and thanks for the reviews! They're so positive!)
"Santana, may I talk to you for a minute, please?" Will Schuester asked the pretty Latina.
"I guess," she said, following him into his office.
He sighed. "Santana, I noticed you were very…emotional…during Tina's song in Glee yesterday. Are you okay? You've been acting a bit out of sorts lately."
"I'm just fine," Santana huffed. "What, a girl can't get emotional over a sad song once in a while?"
"You were practically on the floor," Mr. Schue said.
"Cramps," she lied effortlessly. "That's why I was so emotional. It's called PMS."
"All right," Mr. Schue said, not quite buying the lie. "But if there's anything you ever want to talk about, you know where to find me."
"Whatever," she groaned, getting up and leaving the tiny office.
Mr. Schue sighed. One down, one to go, he thought. Thankfully, Kurt was passing by his office right then. Will flagged him down. "Kurt, come here for a minute."
Kurt sighed and backtracked to the choir director. "Yes?"
"Come on in for a minute," Mr. Schue said warmly. Kurt looked away down the hall at Mercedes, who was motioning for him to hurry up.
"It's just for a minute," Schue said.
Kurt turned around wordlessly and walked into the office. He sat down in the familiar chair silently and folded his hands in his lap.
Mr. Schuester sat atop his desk. "Kurt, how are you doing?" he asked gently.
Kurt shrugged. "Okay, I guess. I'm just…you know…getting used to being back here again. After Dalton, and being around boys all the time…and living there…it's a hard adjustment coming back to this…" he let his voice trail off.
"Is that all, Kurt?"
"Yes, why?"
Mr. Schue sighed. "Kurt, you can't ignore the fact that you walked out of rehearsal yesterday in the middle of Tina's song. We all saw you do it."
Kurt forced himself to stare into his teacher's eyes. "I don't deny that it happened."
"Why did it happen?" Mr. Schue prompted.
Kurt shrugged again. "I needed a moment. That song was, you know, emotional. And, um, Martina McBride was one of my mother's favorite singers. And this…that song…reminded me of her. I couldn't handle it, so I had to leave."
"Kurt, why didn't you just say so?" Mr. Schue said, apologetic.
"I didn't want their sympathy," Kurt said frankly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get to lunch before Mercedes stages another uprising about Tater Tots."
Mr. Schue nodded, waving Kurt off. He turned on his iPod, flipping through some of his songs until he found the one he was looking for. "Perfect," he muttered.
Later that day, there was yet another Glee rehearsal. "If you guys don't mind," Mr. Schue said, addressing the club, "I'd like to sing a song myself today. You guys have just inspired me too much. Tina, your song reminded me of another country song that I really enjoy. I'd like to play it for you guys. Puck, if I may borrow your guitar skills?"
"Yeah, sure," Puck said proudly. He grabbed his infamous guitar and went to the front of the room to sit next to the curly haired choir teacher.
"This is dedicated to two very special people," Mr. Schue said.
My little girl met a new friend
Just the other day
On the playground at school
Between the tires and the swings
But she came home with tear-filled eyes
And she said to me "Daddy, Alyssa lies"
Kurt slunk down in his chair again. Of fucking course, he thought. He couldn't ignore the fact that this song had magically come up after Mr. Schue had just talked to him about his "strange" behavior yesterday. And he couldn't ignore the feeling that Mr. Schue hadn't believed the story about his mother, even though it was true.
I just brushed it off at first
Cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt
Or the things she had seen
I wasn't ready when I said "you can tell me"
And she said
Mr. Schuester looked directly at Kurt and Santana now, who, as usual, weren't sitting anywhere near each other. He had to wonder why they never talked to one another, what the animosity there was. They were alike in more ways than they realized, he thought, and he didn't know how they didn't see it, too. He stared right at Kurt as he started the chorus.
Alyssa lies
To the classroom
Alyssa lies
Everyday at school
Alyssa lies
To the teachers
As she tries to cover every bruise
Stop staring at me, stop staring at me, stop staring at me, Kurt screamed in his mind. Please, stop staring at me. You don't know me, Will Schuester. You don't know my pain, and you don't know what I've been through. You just don't know at all. You can't even fathom it, even being the goody two shoes teacher that you are.
My little girl laid her head down
That night to go to sleep
As I stepped out the room I heard her say
A prayer so soft and sweet
"God bless my mom and my dad
And my new friend Alyssa
I know she needs you bad"
Kurt softly scoffed. Why did they always have to bring up religion around him? Didn't they realize that he wasn't into that sort of thing way back in the beginning of October, when his father had had his heart attack? Didn't they know by know that when he was hurting, it was best to just leave him alone?
Mr. Schue turned his attention to Santana now as he sang the second chorus.
Alyssa lies
To the classroom
Alyssa lies
Everyday at school
Alyssa lies
To the teachers
As she tries to cover every bruise
She looked away. She wasn't a liar…well, only when it was convenient. And today, it was convenient. She couldn't let Mr. Schuester know the truth of what she did while alone in her room every night. She couldn't even let her closest friends—wait, do I have those anymore? She thought—know what she was going through right now. They would not understand.
I had the worst night of sleep in years
As I tried to think of a way to calm her fears
I knew exactly what I had to do
But when we got to school on Monday I heard the news
Kurt shuddered, and found himself hurtling into a flashback. "No, please, stop!" He screamed in his memory. "Don't, please don't, don't do this…" Kurt closed his eyes, hoping it would go away. But it wasn't going away; it wouldn't leave him, ever.
My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad
The lump in my throat grew bigger
With every question that she asked
Until I felt the tears run down my face
And I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today
Kurt started rocking back and forth as the memory slowly started to take over him. "Please, you're hurting me! Oh, please stop!" He put his hands over his ears, as if to block out the sounds of his own screams, even though they were in memory. Go away, go away, go away, he yelled at them.
She doesn't lie
In the classroom
She doesn't lie
Anymore at school
Alyssa lies
With Jesus
Because there's nothing anyone would do
Kurt was whimpering quietly by now, rocking back and forth in his corner chair. "Take it like a man, faggot," THAT voice. That voice, the voice that Kurt dreaded, the one that sent horrible shivers down his spine and tormented his darkest nightmares. "Get up off the floor and take it like a man,"
Tears filled my eyes,
When my little girl asked me why Alyssa lies
"Daddy, tell me why
Alyssa lies"
Kurt was hunched up in the corner, rocking back and forth violently by now. He was only somewhat aware that they were all staring at him. "Stop, please stop, you're scaring me!" The Voice, again. "Fucking faggot, why don't you just go kill yourself already?" Kurt started crying at the memory. "Please, stop, Da-"
"NO!" Kurt cried aloud, collapsing to the floor in a heap of sobs. "No, no, no!"
Mr. Schue got up from his chair and ran over to Kurt. "What is it, Kurt?" he asked, kneeling down at the pale, fragile boy's side.
"No, no, no!" Kurt cried again. "No…no…no…"
Mercedes knelt down by Kurt's other side. "Kurt, honey, what's wrong?"
Kurt sat up suddenly, face streaked with tears. "What? I…I…nothing, I'm fine," he said quickly, standing up, getting a bit of a head rush as he did so.
Mr. Schue's brow furrowed. "Kurt, you were screaming 'no, no' at the top of your lungs. What is it? What's wrong? No, what?"
"I, um, had a flashback to the night my mother died," Kurt lied quietly.
Mr. Schue let out a sympathetic moan. "Mercedes, please take Kurt to the bathroom and make sure he's going to be okay."
She nodded, trying to lead Kurt out of the room. He pulled away from her. "I'll be fine, Mr. Schuester. God. Can…can I just go home now?"
Mr. Schue nodded. Kurt quickly hurried out of the room, and went straight home.
"I hope you're fucking happy now," he said to his reflection in the rearview mirror of his car. "I really hope you are."
Flames, flames, flames.