"I specifically told you not to to mix those particular chemicals!"
"Well, why don't you tell me before I'm already tipping the bottle next time?"
The principal, Dr. Wilson, cleared his throat, interrupting their argument(more like a catfight, in all actuality). The two shifted on the hard wooden chairs as he sat down, studying the note on his desk before regarding them thoughtfully.
"Allow me to get this straight-" he paused, looking up from the notice to raise an eyebrow at the pair, "-you accidentally combined two highly reactive and acidic components together, resulting in a chemical reaction that ended up lightly burning the both of you" he gave them a skeptical look" when you knocked over the beaker while fighting over it."
Wearing near identical guilty looks, they held up their heavily bandaged hands, glaring at each other.
He sighed, leaning forward ad he linked his fingers together in an obviously well practiced pose to invoke intimidation.
It worked. Kurt felt himself pale, fidgeting uneasily.
"Mind explaining what happened here, boys?" Dr. Wilson asked softly. "Neither of you are my usual troublemakers."
There was an uncomfortable pause in the room, until Kurt exhaled loudly, slumping over in his chair.
Showtime.
"I'm sorry sir," he babbled, doing his best to appear broken-hearted, "I tried, I really did, but I just can't take it any more!"
Wes was giving him a look that screamed at him What the hell are you doing get me in more trouble and I'll castrate you with a rusty kitchen knife in your sleep I know where you sleep so help me -
Or something like that. A bit might have gotten mixed up in translation.
Dr. Wilson, bless him, actually looked concerned. "Is something wrong, Kurt?"
"It's...it's Wesley, sir," he rushed, covering his face with his hands so they couldn't see his expression.
"What are you-" said boy started to demand before he held up a hand, stopping him midsentence. "No, Wes! I just can't keep your secret any longer! It's tearing me apart!"
He mock-sobbed, hunching over in his seat.
The principal leaned over, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Kurt, you can leave now," he said warmly, "I'm sure Wesley can tell me what's going on without your help."
He nodded shakily, taking a tissue from the box on the desk in front of him before walking out, tossing a quick wink to Wes, who looked positively murderous.
He closed the door, standing outside for a moment to listen in.
Dr. Wilson's voice, saying in a worried tone, "Now, Wesley, have you been having any problems lately? Have you... Wesley, answer me honestly. Have you ever hurt yourself before? Is that what this is about? I know there's been a lot of added stress lately, what with school drawing to a close in a few weeks..."
Kurt barely stifled the urge to burst out laughing.
Of course, it might have helped to tell Dr. Wilson the truth, being that they had been arguing over Lady GaGa's latest album when Kurt had unintentionally mixed the two acids together.
That's what Wes got, he supposed, for dying Kurt's hair the previous month, a neon pink that had refused to come out until a week later.
He had to admit, though, he had looked pretty fabnulous.
"SCHOOL'S OUT, BITCHES!" Thad screamed, throwing open the school's large front doors, tossing papers everywhere in the most Blaine-esque fashion possible
"Whoo!" Kurt cheered, spinning happily.
Next to him, Wes rolled his eyes at the immaturity. "You're going to make yourself dizzy," he remarked, catching him by the arm.
Kurt grinned at him goofily. "School's out, Wes! You don't have to act like a dictator-to-be anymore! Go insane for once !"He went back to spinning, moving happily across the Dalton grass.
Snorting, he settled up against one of the large trees littered about the lawn, smiling slightly at the sight.
An hour later, and everyone had assembled, wearing their rattiest clothes.
Wes sniffed at Kurt's jeans and V-neck shirt. "How does that classify as paint clothes?"
Kurt brushed past him, filling his water gun with the contents of the huge barrel dominating the center of their side.
"Crawford Country Day Nightingales!" Blaine called, breaking away from the wall of males to stand in-between the two sides, "We welcome-" "And plan to pummel!" Nick broke in, "-you to our humble abode. Before we begin, though, I'm afraid I have to establish some ground rules."
Boos filled the air, the girls being particularly eager to begin. Like wolves, raring for the kill.
Shiver.
"All paint used," Blaine continued, "in this epic battle of the prep-schools, is non-toxic, so you shouldn't have to worry if a bit gets in your mouths." He was speaking to all of them. "However, try to keep it out of your eyes. The last thing we need is a trip to the hospital when your eyelids are glued shut."
He stopped for a moment, shuddering, before going on,"Second and final rule-no hitting someone within five feet of you directly in the face. Back of the head, get as close as you want."
Wes moved closer to Kurt, muttering under his breath, "I'm aiming for my ex. Some help?"
Kurt flashed him a smirk, holding his gun at the ready. "I don't know, Wes, I might have to join forces with her just for the chance to nail you in the face."
"On the ready, three, two..."
"You wouldn't."
"One..."
"I would."
"Go!"
Shrieks filled the air as the two schools charged each other, paint flying in all directions.
Wes avoided the main mob, dodging the few stray gunmen(women), searching for his target.
One spray hit him on the back of the neck, sending paint dripping down his back. He whirled around, pegging the perpetrator in the face.
He was far to busy, of course, to notice Kurt sneaking off.
Kurt grabbed the bucket from his hiding place, glancing 'round before sprinting to the main barrel, filling it almost to the top before turning to run back to the tree.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
He froze, spinning to face the speaker slowly. A girl with short brown hair and a dainty build faced him, holding the water gun with the practiced ease of someone who knew how to use it.
"Explain to me why I shouldn't hit you right now and steal the bucket," she stated, pacing slowly towards him.
He smiled weakly. "Because I don't plan to hit any of the girls with it?"
She contemplated that. "So, a traitor, if you're telling the truth. Interesting."
He tried to edge away from her. She stepped forward, poking him in the chest with her weapon. "Don't move, or I won't hesitate to ruin the shirt."
Oh, she played the game well..
"Now," she said, tilting her head,"you mind telling me exactly what you were planning to do with that bucket, or will I be forced to escort it off your persons?"
Kurt gulped. "Planned to dump it on my best friend's head when he isn't expecting it. It should be easy enough, what with the way he's distracted, hunting down his ex." Her eyes widened with surprise.
"This person you plan to attack wouldn't be one Wesley Hughes, would it?"
He blinked at that. "Yes, actually. And I don't suppose you would be the ex?"
She shook her head. "Nah, one of my close friends is. And you would be?" She studied him, taking in his appearance.
He held out a hand cautiously. "Kurt Hummel."
She took it, shaking firmly. "Mia Lendscraft. Nice to meet you, Kurt."
He allowed a smile to cross his face at her next words. "I suppose you wouldn't mind terribly if I helped you out with your little ambush?"
"Not in the least."
And thus, a beautiful friendship/alliance was born.
Wes frowned, moving forward tentatively. The majority of the fighting was taking place in the center of the field, but he still hadn't found Leah, who had told him infinite times that she preferred the edges of the battlefield.
"Like a lone sniper," she'd informed him.
"Hello there, Wesley," a familiar voice said from behind him. He sprung around, immediately bringning his gun up to chest level.
"Mia." He acknowledged her with a nod.
"You want some help? I heard you're going after Leah."
His brow furrowed at that. "You and Leah are close, last I remembered."
Her face creased into bitter lines, her fists clenching. "We had a fight right after you broke up. The bitch hasn't spoken to me since. I'm worried, too. Heard she joined up with some kid."
Something stuck out to him in the midst of angry dialogue. "Joined up? Like you're suggesting we do now?"
She shrugged. "Some guy named Kurt, that's all Cindy could tell me. Apparently she heard from Jeff and Nick, so I figure it's pretty reliable."
Kurt had promised he'd do this, Wes though, wincing. Having Kurt against him was bad news for him. He had the most evil, devious mind...
"You up for it?" Mia questioned.
He nodded absentmindedly, lowering his weapon.
"Good."
They stalked around the field, avoiding the large struggles as they surveyed the area.
"Do you think they're hiding in the bushes?" Wes asked, finally.
Mia made a face. "Maybe. I did think I might have seen something a little while ago, right over there." She gestured to a a small patch of shrubbery with a large tree hanging overhead.
Might as well try. "You stay back, just in case they do jump out at me."
She nodded, letting a gleeful smile overtake her face once his back was to her.
"Perfect," Kurt whispered, clutching the bucket tightly.
"Leeaaahhhh," Wes murmured, "Kuurrrttt, come on out,"
"Gladly," that voice said above him.
He looked up, only to be met with a wall of color, hurtling down towards him.
Flint frowned, staring over at the source of the screaming coming from the edge of the field. He snickered, nudging Jeff as he pointed over. Jeff outright laughed, even as he blasted a girl in the chest, at the sight, a very satisfied Kurt hopping down from the tree and high-fiving the girl who had stood off to a ways, chuckling.
"Poor Wes," he declared, shaking his head sadly.
"If only he'd known that Leah was sick today," one of the girls facing them said, smirking.
They exchanged glances, assessing each other.
"What would you say to a partnership, of sorts?" Jeff asked.
The girl grinned. "Sounds like the destruction of the world. To everyone else, at least."
Bwahaha.
Love Mia, I really do. She's evile, just like me. xD
Next, the Warblers begin their long journey to the beach-fun time coming up ahead.
I'm happy right now, even if there wasn't much plot development this chapter.
Glee is NOT MINE.
Cookies and hugs to all my fabulous reviewers!
-Mel