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Chapter Four- In which Kurt encounters a threat, and a truth is revealed…
The new day dawned bright and sunny, a breeze gently rustling the leaves outside. Birds sang, as did the drinkers outside the Poisoned Apple public house about a mile away. The Glee clubbers prepared busily inside the little woodland house for the day's work. Kurt had spent the morning gently explaining the concept of "breakfast" to Brittany, alas in vain. Kurt laughed fondly at her confused, bemused expression. "Never mind!"
"Now, you don't go leaving the house, Kurt," Finn presented his usual warning.
"I know, I know," Kurt smiled, fetching his bag for him. "Have a good day!"
He waved them off as they left, then, singing to himself, he began to clear up breakfast. Honestly, he did not know how Finn ate that much…His beautiful, true voice floated sweetly out of the window:
"I don't know when
And I don't know how
But I know something's starting right now…
Watch and you'll see-
Someday I'll be part of your world!"
Nothing in the world gave Kurt a greater joy than singing.
As usual, Pavarotti flitted through the window in a small flurry of yellow feathers and settled happily on Kurt's shoulder, tweeting a happy greeting.
"Good morning!" Kurt sang back to him. The bird whistled a harmony to Kurt's tune as he put plates away and washed up glasses.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes…"
The sun shone off Kurt's hair, illuminating his pale, perfect skin until he looked more beautiful than ever. "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream…" he sang, folding the dishcloth neatly. Pavarotti took the other end in his small pointed beak to help him, making sure the corners met exactly. Together, they cleaned up the kitchen, so each surface shone. When it was done, Kurt put his head carefully to one side to examine-and beamed. It looked fabulous.
"Some day my prince will come…He will, Pavarotti," he told the bird dreamily. "Hmm…he'll have dark, curly hair, and big golden eyes, like pools of sweetest honey…" Kurt giggled as he imagined him. "He'll wear a bow tie- you know, I always liked bow ties…and he'll be a musician! Yes, he'll sing, and play music, and compose songs…" He smiled…then sighed. "But I guess, as long as he loves me…none of that really matters…"
Pavarotti cheeped in agreement.
"However-if he had those golden eyes, I think I'd just…" Kurt did an impression of dramatic swooning, and he and his feathered friend laughed.
Suddenly-there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" Kurt wondered aloud. No one had ever knocked before during the day. In the sheer surprise of it, Kurt went out into the hall-and opened the front door.
Standing on the doorstep in front of him-was a wolf. It must have been six feet tall, shaggy grey fur matted as it stood on it's hind legs. It's huge, yellow teeth were bared, horrible red eyes fixed menacingly on Kurt, as it threw back it's nightmarish head and…
"My, my, Porcelain, what big eyes you have," came a drawling voice.
All of a sudden, the wolf reached up it's claws, and-took off it's head?
It was a costume! As the mask was removed-a new head was revealed. A much, much more terrifying sight. As the Velcro was undone with a rip, the top of the neck of a green tracksuit top could be seen beneath. The pale, wrinkled neck, the skinny, lined face with cold, hard eyes, the sarcastic smile, the distinct smell of sweat and blood…Sue Sylvester, the most feared woman in the land. It was said that every time she smiled…a puppy cries. Legend has it that one time she kissed a Dementor-and it died.
Gasping, Kurt sprang backward. Pavarotti flew as quickly as he could upstairs, terrified.
"Well, Fairy Queen, how nice to see you," drawled Sue, stepping into the house like she owned the place and looking around. She sniffed. "Very clean. Who lives here, duplicates of Emma Pillsberry?"
"W-what are you doing here?" Kurt stammered, trying to sound braver than he felt.
"Well, Ladytrousers, I was just on my way to the woodland library to read Poacher's Own to blind squirrels, when I heard the sweet, sweet sound of a countertenor. Just to make it clear, in case you are as dumb as you are pale, that is you. Oh-another newsflash for you: there's a $100,000 price on your head, for your delivery-dead or alive-to the Queen. And, sister, that buys a hell of a lot of protein shakes and cheerleading uniforms. Nothing personal, Princess, just business. So-in conclusion-I'm here to annihilate you," she explained, as if the whole thing bored her. Kurt backed up against the wall as Sue advanced on him, heart racing. He panicked, mind whirring. He had to ask.
"Urm…why are you d-dressed as a wolf?"
Sue paused for a moment. "Yes, why am I dressed as a wolf?" she snapped, genuinely confused. Then, she rolled her eyes, muttering about the silly, tired and incompetent author, who simply likes the idea that she might do that. "But to be honest, I think I rock this look. Anyway, don't distract me, Porcelain," Delving into her costume, she pulled out a long, black wand. Almost carelessly, she flicked it at Kurt, and muttered:
"Crucio,"
Crying out, Kurt sank to the floor, suddenly in the most excruciating agony imaginable. There was no way to describe it. It was being thrown into flames, submerged in acid, shot with twenty cannon, stabbed with blunt knives…He writhed in agony, whimpering. Down to his bones and right through him, the worst torture in the world ripped through, leaving no cell or nerve untouched. In his mind he saw-terrible things.
"Hurts, doesn't it, Ladyface?"
Kurt shook with pain and fear, his whole body quaking so hard, he thought it must shatter. In his mind- he saw his mother die again, right before his eyes…he gave a strangled cry.
"Want it to stop, Porcelain?" Sue stared mercilessly at him, as if he was simply a nuisance. "As much as I love watching you suffer, I have to get back to Queen Rachel and collect my reward. God, I love her brutality…who'd have thought she'd turn out like this, huh? Anyhow…Goodbye, Porcelain," She poised her wand. "Avada-"
"Hey, Kurt, I just forgot-oh my God!"
Somebody sprinted towards them. In a moment of adrenaline-induced strength, the someone leapt on Sue and wrestled her to the floor. He snapped her wand in half, and finally, the horrific agony lifted. Kurt was left terribly weak-but lifted his head enough to see his rescuer-Finn. The countertenor breathed a small sigh of relief and gratitude.
"Get outta here!" yelled Finn.
"Or what, Frankenteen?" Sue's voice was muffled beneath him.
Finn's eyes flashed. "If you don't leave…I swear, I will tell the world of your secret love for…Will Schuester,"
Suddenly-Sue gasped. Blushing, she fell totally out of character, caught off-guard, amazed-and scared. "What?-How?-You wouldn't…"
"It's obvious, really, I think…but wouldn't I?" Finn hissed dangerously. "Now shove off, before I put it on Twitter,"
Sue got up, dusting herself off as quickly as she could, trying to retain her evilness. "I'll get you next time, my pretty! And your little bird, too!" Cackling, she Disapperated.
Kurt breathed a massive sigh of relief, getting shakily to his feet, still not over his ordeal. "Thank you so much, Finn!" he gasped out.
"Kurt, you know you're not safe anywhere!" Finn was almost scolding him. "Do not open the door-not for anyone!"
"I'm sorry…" Kurt whispered, looking down. Finn's expression softened.
"Look, don't apologise, just don't do it again. This is the second time in a month she's tried to kill you, and that time, it was damn close…"
"She-she's not going to stop, is she?"
Finn gave him a long look. "Just keep yourself safe, okay?"
Reluctantly, Finn had to leave. Kurt locked and bolted the door behind him, still shaking.
Pavarotti flitted back, cheeping urgently.
"It's okay, she's gone," Gently, Kurt stroked the bird's soft, yellow feathers. Pavarotti nipped his ear apologetically.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine. All over now,"
Firmly, Kurt pushed all thought of his encounter out of his mind, and tried to go on. He smiled as brightly as he could. "Come on, let's go and finish that shirt for Sam!"
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