Disclaimer: Yeah, I own it. If by 'it' you mean the tender crook of my elbow ;)
Beta-ed by: Debraelq
AN: No this will not become Purt or Puck/Kurt/Finn; I might eventually write one of those pairings but not for this.
Timeline: Monday, Tuesday
Key:
Italic - Kurt's thoughts
Underline – 'The Voice' (Who is smexy.)
Bold, Italic, or Underline – Emphasis
Bold-Italic – Song Lyrics
'' – 'Texting'
--Chapter 22: Wake up!--
Wake up Kurt.
Neh.
Come on, school time.
He rolled over, irritated. Well that will get me up.
You can see Finn – Too confusing. Rachel - Wow, now I really want to go. You could stop Puck from spreading nasty rumors. Oh damn, there was that, wasn't there?
He slowly sat up; it seemed as if his whole body was protesting.
See? Rise and shine.
Well that's great, but I'd really rather just stay.
With Burt?
Okay, point taken.
--Breaking the Rules--
The jocks had him by his arms and legs and were in mid-swing towards the dumpster.
"Stop!" a voice growled.
Wheee~! This is so much fun, Kurt!
Huh, what? Shut up for second, I need to hear.
A sound that Kurt was very familiar with filled his ears. It was the sound of fists hitting flesh. He was suddenly dropped to the ground, provoking his injuries.
He looked up to see Noah Puckerman hitting his jock friends in the face. He gazed on in shock.
After about 10 minutes, Puck turned to look at him, wiping blood from his lip. It was a good thing that only three of Puck's 'friends' had cornered him today.
The jock picked up his bag and put an arm around his shoulders, leading him into the school.
After catching about 10 people staring at them, Kurt shrugged off Puck's arm before trying to grab his bag back. The teen held it out of reach.
"Noah." He jumped for the bag, but it once more moved away. Kurt didn't bother to try again as his ribs were beginning to hurt. "I'm not a baby."
Noah handed him his bag, frowning.
"You shouldn't have to do everything yourself Kurt."
---Breaking the Rules--
'I miss u kurt.'
He stared down at the message; he had been woken up at four on a Tuesday morning for this?
His fingers flew across the keypad of his phone. 'Go. Away. Rachel.'
'But ily :)' Even her texting was like a toddlers! I love you should never be shortened to three letters.
'Go away. I don't care about your foolish crush. Leave me alone and let me sleep.'
He sat the cell phone – which was not his iPhone, unfortunately. Instead it was a cheap one with no internet access, none of his old contacts, none of his favorite songs, and absolutely no pictures of hot guys – on the bedside table and rolled over to try to get some sleep.
His phone buzzed. He put a pillow over his head to try and block out the sound. The phone vibrated again, and he groaned before grabbing the stupid thing.
' Plz tlk 2 me. I just wnt 2 b ur friend.' The first message read, and he shook his head to himself incredulously.
Talk to her? Friend?
Yeah, friend with benefits.
Well now I won't be going back to sleep!
Hehe, love you too.
Eh, whatever. Love you as well, darling.
'Kurt tlk to me, ily so much. Ily, ily, ily!'
He stared at it for a few moments. How could she love him in a few weeks? Sure he had 'loved' Finn from the moment he saw him, but that had developed as time had passed, becoming stronger. His crush on Finn had become something more real, and he loved Finn for his faults as well as the points that all the girls admired. While girls just saw Finn as cute and a chance of climbing the social ladder – before Finn had joined New Directions of course - Kurt saw Finn for who he was; an insecure teenager, not quite smart enough in some areas, a bit too good in others (especially singing which didn't help his falling popularity).
His phone rang the default tone startling him out of his musings.
Incoming Call: Rachel
He scowled, dismissing the call before fiddling with his phone for a few minutes.
Ten minutes later his phone rang again, and he laughed gleefully to himself as he admired his phone screen.
Incoming Call: Toddler
