A/N- This is going to be long haha. WELL - Here is a story you never expected an update from again, right? Lemme give you the D/L. As you know from my last update, my USB stick is broken and thus the original for this fic has gone with it. However, a couple days ago when I was over at my friends house complaining about losing this monstrosity, THEY GAVE ME SOME WONDERFUL NEWS. I had sent a FULL version of this fic to her before posting it for her to read :D MEANING SHE COULD SEND ME IT AND I COULD CONTINUE TO POST. I was literally almost in tears - you have no idea how long it took to write. It's not that a lot of pressure was on me to keep posting - I have about 14 alerts following this, so that's not a problem. It's just a lot of work went into it. So, gist of it is - You are not alone is back.
Here is the dramatic return of You are not alone (:
Disclaimer - Glee is not mine. (Jus' sayin' - I'm glad it ain't with all the continuity mistakes.)
Back in Mrs. Hummel's classroom, Kurt ran in carrying the jar with the intent of telling his mom that Blaine had been taken to Ms. Sylvester's office however the panic in the classroom forced him to put that thought to rest until everything was in order. That day, Ms. Sylvester would be teaching and monitoring how the children's learning was progressing – in other words, the whole class would have to be rearranged from its bright exuberant average children's class to a drab class similar to that of the 1900's.
"Mo- I mean, Mrs. Hummel I need to-" Kurt tried once more telling his mom his worries about Blaine.
"Ms. Sylvester teaches our class today, Kurt, please go get a water pitcher and fill it with water ready for her to get here." Mrs. Hummel was un-plaiting Brittany's hair as she spoke to Kurt, brushing through the waves carefully so rid of the evidence of the forbidden pig-tails.
"But Mrs. Hummel-" Kurt tried interrupting once more, but was brushed aside again.
"Make sure it's cold, Kurt, she'll be here any second." Mrs. Hummel got up from her position kneeled down beside Brittany to ensure everything was in order.
"Mike, put away the art projects behind those drapes. Finn, pull the canvas down over those fish. Put away anything colourful- Oh Jacob won't you get those crayons for me?" Mrs. Hummel zipped about the classroom, hiding the coloured chalk and replacing it with the plain white one, covering any colourful posters with the customary classroom rules of the Lima Elementary school.
Kurt ran the water for a moment, waiting for it to chill down ensuring Ms. Sylvester had no reason to complain and wiped his hands dry on his sweater. He came in contact with the newt-jar he had hastily stuffed into his pocket and took it out to inspect for a moment.
Most ideas people have are well-though out or at least planned, but sometimes people have sudden urges or sudden brainwaves which just jump out at you. Kurt unscrewed the lid of the jar quickly and tipped the newt and the water it had been living in into the water pitcher. He had never done anything so sneaky or sly before. He took it, along with a glass to the front of the classroom ready for the head teacher.
"Quickly," he head Mrs. Hummel say, "I hear her coming." He hid the jar into a cupboard under the sink and ran to his regular seat. "Okay kids. Last time, some of you forgot the rules – don't speak until you're spoken to, don't laugh, don't smile and don't even breathe loud-" Mrs. Hummel was interrupted by the principal charging through the door.
"Don't even breathe at all." She said, reacting to the end of Mrs. Hummel's statement.
"Oh. Good morning Ms. Sylvester." Mrs. Hummel put on a fake smile a she greeted the head master. The whole class rose from their seats and repeated after Mrs. Hummel, greeting Ms. Sylvester good morning as she stomped her way further into the classroom.
"Sit." Ms. Sylvester commanded, slapping her hand with the riding crop every couple of seconds, creating a slapping noise against the leather gloves she wore.
As Ms. Sylvester went off on yet another rant on how children shouldn't be allowed to learn, Mrs. Hummel caught sight of the empty seat behind Kurt in the newly organized table arrangement – Blaine's seat.
"Where's Blaine?" She mouthed towards her son. Kurt rolled his eyes. That was what he had been trying to tell her earlier, but the pandemonium of Ms. Sylvester's visit hadn't allowed a moment for chit-chat. Kurt mimed with his hands clutching at his neck and his tongue hanging out, an action which Mrs. Hummel understood. The chokey.
"My idea of a perfect school is a school where there are no children... at all." As Ms. Sylvester ranted yet again about a child's place, Mrs. Hummel made her way quietly to the door. She knew she had to get Blaine out of the chokey – he was a polite child and she couldn't see what he could have done to require such a punishment.
Once out of her classroom, Mrs. Hummel ran down the hallway towards the office, unlocked the door to the chokey and let Blaine out. He was stood awkwardly in the middle of the cupboard in the wall with his hands clutched together at his chest, afraid to move in fear of being snagged my one of the many sharp objects sticking out of the walls. She pulled him out and hugged him questioning him if he was okay or hurt before walking with him back to the class.
When they go there, they saw Ms. Sylvester holding a child upside down in the air by the ankle, shaking him and shouting abuse at him in an attempt to get him to empty his pockets. She saw Mrs. Hummel before she saw Blaine, but at the discovery she abruptly stopped shaking the boy.
"Mrs. Hummel. Well this could be the most interesting thing you've ever done," She punctuated her sentence by dropping the boy on his head on the floor, "Sit down you squirming worm of vomit." The little boy stood up after collecting his belongings off the floor and ran to his seat, scared out of his little mind.
As if in need of light refreshments before carrying on terrorising the kids, Ms. Sylvester reached for the jug of water off the desk. She, nor anyone else for that matter, noticed how Kurt Hummel squirmed in his seat in anxiety with a smile forcing to break out over his face. Ms. Sylvester poured herself a glass of water and as if by fate, the newt poured out too. She pulled the glass up to her face and gulped the water down.
As soon as Ms. Sylvester lifted the glass up all of the children in the class shuffled around, whispered to the person next to them or simply stifled laughter behind their dainty little hands having seen the newt through the bottom of the glass.
Mrs. Hummel tried shushing the children, waving her in a silencing motion before Ms. Sylvester opened her eyes and noticed the smiles on the faces of each child in the class.
"What's funny?" She said, slamming the glass on the desk earning another laugh from the children. "Come on, spit it out. I can laugh at a joke as well as the next person." Sue Sylvester looked down to her glass as she reached out to grab it, finally seeing what the big joke was. Her response was better than Kurt Hummel could have imagined.
"Mmmmm it's a snake!" She gasped, clutching at the side of the desk not knowing whether to run, get rid of it, or cry. She clasped at her throat, making the connection that she had drank out of the same glass. "It's a snake." She repeated. Blaine lifted his hand; Ms. Sylvester was wrong. It was a newt not a snake and newt's were nothing like snakes.
"One of you tried to poison me! Who did it?" Ms. Sylvester looked up to inspect whether any of the children looked guilty. Being punished for being in the wrong place at the wrong time once more, Ms. Sylvester caught Blaine's hand in the air. She thought that he had been the one to poison her.
"You. I knew it." She hissed, narrowing her eyes in Blaine's direction.
"I just thought you'd like to know it's a newt, Ms. Sylvester, not a snake." Blaine said smartly.
"What did you just say? Stand up you villainous, curly-topped hobbit. You did this." She pointed towards the glass with her riding crop, snarling at Blaine as he stood from his seat and denied the claims honestly.
"Did you act alone, or did you have accomplices? You didn't like the chokey, did you? Thought you'd pay me back, didn't you?" Blaine shook his head, of course she wouldn't believe him, but how could he have done it? He was in the chokey.
Kurt looked back towards Blaine guiltily. Kurt was the bad guy and Blaine was the scapegoat. They caught eyes, and Kurt mouth 'I did it', getting the reply of 'I know' before turning their attentions to the head teacher.
Ms. Sylvester walked slowly towards Blaine, scaring him more than she would have done had she ran over.
"Well I'll get you back, young man." she lifted her riding crop up and held it up to Blaine's face.
"For what, Ms. Sylvester?" Blaine looked directly into Ms. Sylvester's eyes.
"For this newt, you piss worm."
"I'm telling you I didn't do it!" Blaine was losing his patience. He knew that he needed to respect his elders, needed to keep calm and keep his 'inside voice' but Ms. Sylvester seemed to bring out the worst in him. Ms. Sylvester walked back behind the desk at the front of the class, hands at her hips.
"Well even if you didn't do it I'm going to punish you anyway. Do you know why? Because I'm big, and you're small and I'm right and you're wrong and there's nothing you can do about it. You're a liar, a scoundrel and your father's a liar and a cheat." Ms. Sylvester continued on with her rant, but Blaine couldn't hear anymore. He was too focused on the glass.
He narrowed his eyes at the glass, concentrating on how much he hated Ms. Sylvester, hated his parents for causing this treatment, and hated that damn newt for ever existing. The glass began shaking, the water inside trembling at the sudden movement. Blaine didn't notice. He was looking directly at the newt now.
Suddenly the glass tipped over, catapulting the contents towards Ms. Sylvester – newt and all – landing squarely on her jacket. Blaine jumped in shock, had he caused that? It was almost exactly the same as the television. Her screeches filled the room as the children gasped before laughing at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes.
Sue Sylvester thrashed about in the front of the class, not knowing how to get the slimy creature off her jacket without having to use her hands. Once she managed to get it off she narrowed her eyes in Blaine's direction.
"You, you did this." Blaine looked utterly perplexed – how could she know that he had caused such a thing by using his eyes? He hadn't moved from his seat. Mrs. Hummel finally spoke up.
"How could he possibly have done it? He was sitting all the way over here." Her words came out rushed in an attempt to keep Ms. Sylvester's hands at bay from Blaine. Ms. Sylvester blinked, considering her co-worker's words before backing off.
"I'll be watching you, kid." She said before walking out of the class slowly, her heavy shoes thudding the floor scarily.
The whole class erupted with movement once Ms. Sylvester was out of earshot and Kurt turned in his seat to look directly at Blaine.
"Thanks for not telling." He said simply, conveying how sorry he was for the drama he had caused.
"Best friends never tell," Blaine said, a smile appearing on his face despite the situation. "She sure can dance though." He said in a way of changing the subject, as he shook his body in an imitation of Ms. Sylvester trying to get the newt off, earning many giggles from Kurt.
Mrs. Hummel interrupted them then, announcing a recess for the children. Blaine got up from his seat but instead of rushing out like the other children, he stuck around. Kurt noticed Blaine slowing his pace, and asked him what was wrong.
"I just need to talk to Mrs. Hummel for a second. You can- Actually, can you stay with me?" Blaine figured if his best friend wouldn't understand, then no one would. Kurt nodded and walked with Blaine towards Mrs. Hummel's desk.
"Mrs. Hummel?" Blaine said voice quiet and notably nervous.
"Yes, boys?" Mrs. Hummel sounded worn out and her shoulders slouched in comparison to her usually perfect posture.
"I did it. I made the glass tip over." Blaine nodded to himself, looking Mrs. Hummel in the eyes to convey his conviction. Kurt's head whipped to look at Blaine but Blaine kept his eyes firmly on the teacher.
"Oh no, sweetie. Don't let Ms. Sylvester make you feel that way. Nobody made the glass tip over, it was an accid-" Blaine interrupted her mid-sentence.
"No. I did it with my eyes, watch, I'll show you." Blaine glanced towards Kurt before reaching for the glass and water pitcher which remained on the desk.
Blaine placed the full glass down on the desk before bending to be at the same height, placing both hands next to it. He narrowed his eyes the same way he had done earlier, willing himself verbally this time to make the glass tip over. Mrs. Hummel and her son shared confused glances before speaking up.
"It's okay, Blaine." Kurt said placing his hand on Blaine's bent elbow. Blaine sighed and straightened himself up. Why wasn't it happening when he wanted it to?
"I really did do it, guys." He said sadly. Mrs. Hummel hated seeing that sad look on Blaine's face, and hated seeing what the look did to Kurt.
"One of the funny things about life is you can do something until you want to show somebody, and then you can't. Or sometimes something's broken and you-" Blaine interrupted again.
"This isn't like that," he said, disappointment lacing his words. "I don't know. Maybe I made myself tired." Mrs. Hummel didn't know what to say. She didn't understand how Blaine felt and had never experience such an abnormal thing. Blaine's frown however was enough to make her want to understand; unfortunately her adult mind couldn't grasp the concept.
"Blaine, would you like to come over to mine and Kurt's house for tea this afternoon?" Blaine flicked his eyes between mother and son before smiling. That was how Mrs. Hummel knew she had said the right thing.
Thanks for reading BBs (: