Ownership Disclaimer: Glee, nup! But my imagination I do, and pov too. You might notice a significant written section from the actual scene, so ownership for that is hugely theirs. This is relevant to help set the scene for my au twist. Also, not everyone can see the telly screen, so this is done for those who like to have things read to them, and also for those who can read with a huge magnifier.
Strong believer in relationships being about trust and forgiveness, love and tolerance. And huge doses of reality.
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Music Inspiration: Somewhere Only We Know ~ sung by Darren Criss ~ aka Blaine.
I totally adore Blaine Devon Anderson, his character was a life saver for Kurt. His progress through the series and the honey who plays him, compliment one another. Some scenes didn't end the way I wanted them to, so I'm doing what I like to, and writing them my way.
This is a collection of stories that will be an alternate continuation or ending to any scene from the show.
TRIGGER WARNING: This story has a significant amount of physical and psychology violence. { aka bullying, assault and mention of the horrid slushie }
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Ch3 ~ Zero Tolerance ?
Blaine says for Kurt to call him out, confront him. Staring at the photo of Blaine, inside his locker door, Kurt lifts his chin up and vows to do just that, next opportunity he can, Kurt's going to stand up to Karofsky or Azimio, whoever.
He didn't have to wait too long, he could hear the jocks around the next corridor. Mr Schue shared a banter with them and let them know Kurt was nearby. Damn that teacher and his stupid rose coloured glasses.
~ weeks later ~
The accused prisoner is led in to the dock. His shackles heavy, holding his arms down at his waist and attached to the chains on his legs. They make him drag his feet, the orange outfit so totally not his normal Alexander McQueen pyjamas. He stands, like everyone else and watches the presiding Judge take his place.
The State's Attorney looking every bit like the father of Sebastian Smythe. Today it makes no difference that Kurt only-sort-of-kind-of-knows about Sebastian, the Judge and crimes stand alone, independent.
The Judge bangs his gavel and the Clerk stands to speak. "All be seated, this court is now in session." The court audience mumble dying conversations, words of support are whispered.
Kurt waves, smiles and mouths thanks yous to Rachel, Finn, Puck, Mercedes, heck all the Glee club are there from his school. Sitting behind them are Blaine and one or two Warblers, called as witnesses. Blaine's father, Michael Anderson, speaks to Kurt's attorney, nods and smiles to Kurt. Kurt blushes but nods respectfully back.
On the other side of the court the victim's family are seated and huddled, the mothers occasionally glaring Kurt down but as they're met with a determined look from Kurt they quickly turn away.
The Judge's voice is authoritative, deep and nothing like his brother, Principal Figgins. "Will the accused stand." An order not a request. "For the charges brought against you, how do you plead?"
Kurt answers, "Not guilty your Honor." Cries of disbelief from the victim's relatives are heard.
He holds his chin in determined resolve, "Self defence your Honor." Further uproar of protests filter through being heard. The Judge bangs his gavel again. "Quiet! I will have quiet in this court."
Kurt looks to Blaine, their eyes locking. Sympathy and support from Blaine and courage and conviction from Kurt. "Provocation your Honor."
Kurt sits back down and pushes his back against the seat. The rest of the pre-hearing is a blur to him.
The victim's family scream, wail, shout and yell profanities. The remaining men of McKinley shield the women from the abuse, and hold Santana and Rachel back from lunging at the Bailiff as he escorts Kurt from the docks.
Suddenly Kurt realizes that not only had his life changed dramatically when Karofsky and co started their bullying, but standing up for himself had also changed his path and destiny.
The trial dates come and go, the witnesses called, listened to, questioned, cross examined and noted. Nothing is going to change what happened, nothing will change the reality of what Kurt knew happened. Nothing can change the scientific evidence, either.
He'd been looking straight at his locker, he saw Karofsky round the corner and approach him.
He held his breath thinking Karofsky was going to walk by, and yet expected to be whammed in to the lockers just the same.
As he felt Karofsky ghost passed him, he let out his breath, thankful that he had escaped yet another physical assault.
However, no sooner had he gone to take in the next breath, he was smashed in to the lockers. He allowed himself to slowly fall downward, but as soon as he heard that snicker, that humiliating humour of satisfaction from Karofsky, he sprung up and turned.
"HEY!" He yelled at him, Karofsky continued on, ignoring him. He watched Karofsky round the corridor bend.
"I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Kurt slammed his locker shut, anger and a volcanic energy brimming up from his gut and chest, bubbling in his ears and burning his eyes.
He was fuming. Years of being bullied and abused would finish today.
He marched toward where Karofsky went, pushing through students walking the other way.
"Hey Kurt." Mercedes called, but he didn't hear or see her.
He followed down to the change rooms, Karofsky firmly in his mind. He ignored complaints of those he pushed aside, oblivious of who they were, and one was Miss Pillsbury.
Visions of bullying and abuse running through his memory as he proceeded to confront Karofsky, call him out.
Karofsky had taken his wedding doll couple, pushed his finger hard in to Kurt's chest, he instilled horror in to Kurt. Kurt had told him he didn't want him anywhere near him. Shuddering with fear he let Mr Schue escort him to Principal Sylvester's office.
She knew of being bullied, she and her sister, when growing up, had been targeted too. The only comfort this Principal would do, would be to assign the nickname of Porcelaine and be there if Kurt called for her.
Rachel, Brittany, Quinn and Tina discussed the options of assisting him, but fighting fire with fire wasn't in their cards of what to do. Kurt couldn't handle the idea of hiding behind a girl's skirt for support, if anything was going to be done, he was going to do it.
Kurt heard that there'd been a meeting with Karofsky's father, but nothing had changed.
The teasing from a distance, hand bending, kisses being blown, hitting his fist in to his hand, all these things continued. Words of abuse stuck on his locker door and having balls of paper thrown at him, nothing had changed.
Kurt wasn't the only one to get a slushie thrown over him either. His clothes were getting ruined and the last slushie had been inhaled, he could feel something was actually in his lungs now. This wasn't just psychological bullying, this was physical assault.
And no-one was doing anything about it. If this were happening at Burt's work, there'd have been a law suit in place. If this were done to an a-lister celebrity, the staff of the President or the Royal family, something significant would be being done.
But Kurt is just a student, a glee student, just a low income nobody. And he's gay, so there's another excuse for the authorities ignoring the real human rights being abused scenario.
All the good work, encouraging vibes from their studies of art classes and psychology were being over ridden by the reality of what was happening and apparently being ignored.
As Rachel had said, a certain amount of force was going to be necessary to stand up to Karofsky and his ghouls. Not just to fight for its sake, but to retaliate and prevent something worse coming.
Something worse? What could be worse than what he'd been suffering so far. Fiddling with the food on his plate, stirring the umpteenth drink, trying to force nutrition down, he would stare and his mind would blur of what worse could ever happen.
He loved his studies, friends and had been looking forward to New York with Rachel. But lately, all he could think of was avoiding Karofsky and co. The bile in his stomach would rise and fall, making him want to punch himself to get better.
But as Blaine spoke, Kurt could feel a sense of true honest blanket of confidence being shared. He would confront him, he would call him out.
When Mercedes stood with her poster demanding potato tots, when she screamed with the others demanding the food that her parents had paid for, the thrill of standing up for your rights made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
From the thrill of that to the smile on Blaine's face, Kurt was coming in to his own strong self.
He'd been working weights in his room. Soon enough he forced himself to eat correctly and changed his sleeping pattern. He didn't quite know how, but somehow Karofsky was going to regret hassling him.
That day finally arrived, it started out sunny and warm, it progressed to a cold, damp nightmare.
Humiliation from Mr Schue had already started the pushing of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel going over the edge.
After three whams in the day Kurt yelled, "WHAT … IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
Karofsky came back with, "You talking back to me. You want a piece of the fury?"
"What is the fury?" Eyeballing him was difficult and he could feel the shamed embarrassment of confrontation burning his cheeks, but he proceeded."
"It's what I name my fists." The spit from Karofsky hitting his face, he wiped it while looking that aggressive face front on.
"Well with that level of creativity, you could easily become an assistant manager at a rendorine plant."
"I don't know what that is, but if I find out it's bad, the fury's going to find you." And with that pathetic statement Karofsky pushed him one more time. Falling to his arse, his yellow boots sliding in front, again no one did anything.
Kurt drew on his show of support from the Warblers, to Blaine. Their explanation of zero tolerance reverberating in his ears.
"I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Kurt yelled at him.
He seemed to ignore Kurt and pulled out his joggers, "Girls change rooms are next door."
"What is your problem?" Kurt said, bringing his voice down a notch.
"Excuse me?" Karofsky replies.
"What are you so scared of?" Kurt yells in to him.
"Besides you sneaking in to get a peek at my junk." Karofsky turns back to gather his gear.
"Oh every straight guyz nightmare, that we're all out to secretly molest and convert you. Well guess what hamhock, you're not my type."
"Is that right?" Karofsky squares his jaw, feeling rejected by girlz and gayz.
"Yeah, I don't do that chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they're thirty."
"Do not push me Hummel." Forming a fist and holding it near Kurt's head.
Kurt eyes the fist and looks back at Karofsky's determined eyes. "You gonna hit me?" He lifts his chin, throwing the red cape at the bull. "Go on. Do it."
He knows he's pushing Karofsky, but he won't be bullied anymore, and he's gonna stand up for gay guyz and girlz. "Hit me, 'cause it's not gonna change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me anymore than I can punch the ignoramus out of you."
"Get outta my face!" Karofsky yells.
Kurt noted Karofsky flinch, so he continues. "You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are."
They're standing too close for comfort, Kurt's finger waving too close to Karofsky's nose. Karofsky grabs either side of Kurt's face and smashes a kiss on his mouth.
It was instinct, it was violent and abusive, it was shocking to both Karofsky and Kurt. He lets him go, Kurt's hand immediately throwing to his face, wiping the kiss off as furiously as he can. He steps back in to the lockers behind.
Karofsky is mortified that Kurt wiped the kiss off, he punches the lockers hard, looks at his hand and sees blood beginning to trickle. "AHHHH!" He yells at Kurt. "God damn you."
He punches the lockers again and turns to walk away.
Kurt stops him with a hand on his shoulder. May be his luck has changed and Kurt will accept him after all.
He turns to Kurt. "What?"
"What? All you can say is what." Throwing his messenger bag down, "You think you can do that and get away with it, and just say what?"
Kurt pulls Karofsky back in to the centre of the room. "I'll give you what."
He stands ninja like, Karofsky smirks a laugh. "What is this?"
That's all Karofsky gets to say. Kurt starts kicking in to him, his stomach, chest and balls. This brings the monster down, Kurt straddles him and punches to his face again and again.
Despite Karofsky trying to shield his face, Kurt keeps punching wherever he sees the hands are not. He clasps his own hands up high and smashes them down in to Karofsky's chest.
Blood is suddenly spat forth on Kurt, which brings him out of his frenzy and he stops.
Momentarily stops. He stands and looks at the violent abuse he's thrust down. The whimpering mess is sobbing and pleading, "Please … stop? … I'm … so … sorry."
"Sorry, you're sorry." Kurt spits on him. "I'll show you what sorry is. Here, meet sorry one and sorry two."
Kurt then smashes his feet one after another, in turn, in to Karofsky's sides. He feels through his shoes, the ribs break. They break again and again. He huffs and puffs and feels exhaustion take over his legs.
They're spent of energy, he coughs and starts to cry himself. Crying from exhaustion, he sobers up.
Kurt doesn't notice that Karofsky isn't whimpering, isn't trying to protect himself anymore, isn't moving. He's given in.
"There, so much for your fury." He spits on Karofsky again.
There's a whimper heard, but it comes from the toilet cubicle. A sniff and Kurt lies down to see under the stall door. Feet lift up.
"I suppose I've had enough then." Kurt makes to leave the once busy and once quiet change room. "I'll see you later Karofsky."
Kurt remembers having count to nearly two hundred before the cubicle door opened. He remembers hearing the occupant sniffle and cry. He remembers watching Karofsky not moving, while he waited for the occupant to do something.
He did something, he opened the door and peeked out. Peeking to check if it's safe to come out.
"Hello Azimio."
Azimio looked to his right at Kurt, blinked and fell forward. The speed of Kurt's punch to his nose sufficient to kill him in one go.
One punch that pushed his nose back on to the necessary pressure points in to his brain.
One punch that smashed the bones that once held his eyes in.
One punch that allowed a significant burst of blood to cover Kurt's hand.
The thud to the ground was sickening, Kurt stood away from both bodies. His hands were now shaking and he rushed to the wash basin.
Frantically scrambling at the taps, eventually the water splashed out and up to his clothing. He turned the taps down and washed what he could.
He walked to the hand dryer and dried what he could. He washed his hands and face once more.
When he could see no more red, he gathered some water to drink.
"Right, well, I best get to class then." Kurt remembers picking up his bag and leaving the change room, he clearly remembers going to class, the school bell indicating the end of the school day.
He went to his locker and changed books to take home for homework.
He remembers phone calls and interviews and visits from family and friends. He remembers the same from officials, that included Blaine's father, and the hiring of an independent lawyer.
He got to meet Sebastian's father, and interest in Sebastian's home life takes a new interest for him.
Long visits from Blaine, amazing support from Blaine. Tears and apologies from Blaine.
~ now ~
Now he holds his assigned bed linen and prison issued clothing. He holds his permitted facial products and other accessories.
He waits for the guard to open his door, the sound of the keys in the lock very much like he's heard on the telly.
He enters his room, his new home for the next twenty years.
Sitting on his bed, the mattress definitely not like his back at home, he fishes out of his pocket a photo of Blaine. Placing it on the chest of drawers by his bed, the word 'Courage' taking a new meaning.
"Lights out in ten minutes." The guard's voice booms over the p.a., and Kurt shudders, it sounds very much like a blend of Karofsky and Azimio.
~ fini ~
Extra author notes from a kute klaine author: Covering reply to many anonymous reviewers and my dearest Marla's Lost. : Thanks a heap, but then again with a quality blend with the show writer's thanks on their behalf too.
***This was such a difficult subject that I've been trying to think how to express and write so nicely.
***So thanks to the real people in the world with getting caught and going before the mass media, being displayed like they do on their way in to and out of court.
***But I also wanted to give Kurt the real respect he deserved in how I think he could really have dealt with his own retaliation. Thankfully the actor for Kurt, Chris Colfer, has grown as well as God intended - therefore when it came time to write this scene, all Gleeks know that this { for Kurt } would truly be very possible.
*** Important to know, that there is a real possibility inhaling parts of those damn slushies, and the consequences of such does amount to slushies being considered physical assault. ** I'd appreciate a real stand up to Fox and the writer's to stop with them.
****Okay, coming down off my high horse. ***** Love to you all, glad I can help and blah di blah.