Friday-Days Until Prom: 22
Blaine knew it probably wasn't intelligent of him to go to McKinley today. But he was too pissed off to care. Kurt had described the jerks, now Blaine was to find him. Moment he walked in to school, an arm slung itself over his shoulder, and a hand slipped around his elbow, following his lead.
"Ready to fuck some jackasses up?" Puck questioned, arm patting Blaine's shoulder.
"More than ready." Santana agreed on his other side. Lauren sidled up next to Puck, cracking her knuckles. "Oh look, perfect. We don't have to wait long and they're alone." Santana's grin was very dark and very frightening, and it wasn't even directed towards Blaine.
"Hello." Blaine greeted the four men, who turned to face them. He threw an arm out to stop Puck from automatically pouncing. Guess he was going to ignore the juvie warning after all. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, smiling innocently. The lead boy sneered.
"No idea. Looks like a fag though." he and his buffoons laughed. Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"How perceptive of you. As a matter of fact, I am a fag." Blaine nodded his head, "And you beat up my boyfriend."
And that was his only warning before he pounced. Blaine, apparently, had taken football when he was younger, which caused him to have the ability to tackle a man half his size. After the other six people on the scene snapped out of their shock, an all out riot started.
It didn't have much time to turn to fatal for anyone involved, because...
"That is enough!" Principal Figgins appeared out of nowhere, flanked by Sue and Will. Now they come. The fighting automatically stopped for a few moments. Blaine stood and straighted out his blazer. "The next person to start a fight will be expelled from McKinley!" he warned. Blaine tilted his head, before smiling and nodding.
"Well then, I guess it's a good thing I don't go to this school, huh?" It took everyone a moment to comprehend that, but when they did, it was too late. The leader of the four was on the ground, clutching his nose which made a sick snapping sound. Turns out that beside being quite the tackler, Blaine could throw a mean right hook.
"That is enough!" Figgins repeated, "Take him to the nurse, and you," he pointed at Blaine, "come with me."
"Let it go Figgy. I'll punish the hobbit." Sue gave the principal a look, "He doesn't go to our school, so that gives me free range of...punishments I can't use on students." Figgins sighed.
"Nothing illegal." he warned her, and Sue simply snorted, grabbing Blaine by the front of his blazer and dragging him in to her office. She nearly threw him into a chair, leaning against her desk and fixing him with a silent stare. He returned it bravely, raising his chin arrogantly.
"I'm not sorry for doing that. If anything, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to get my hands on the others." Blaine finally stated after a few silent minutes. Sue continued looking at him for a few moments, before breaking facade and smirking at him.
"I knew there was a reason I like you Bushy Eyebrows. Porcelain, although he chooses them a little too small for my liking, knows how to pick them all the same." Sue nodded to the door, "You're free to go." Blaine stood, returning her nod and closing the door behind him. He leaned up against the door, taking a deep breath.
No one knew how difficult it was to stand up to Sue Sylvester when you were half her height.
"What were you thinking!" Kurt exploded, throwing his arms in the air, then wincing at the force of it. The fighting group and their parents were in his living room, Blaine included. They had all heard about the fight.
Burt looked much too smug. Along with Puck, Lauren, and Santana. Blaine looked apologetically to Kurt, but couldn't help the self-satisfied twitch of his lips every now and again. The damage to their little group wasn't as bad as what happened to the four homophobes.
Puck had a black eye, Blaine had a swollen lip, Santana had a bruise on her wrist, and Lauren was virtually untouched. For the homophobes, the broken nose Blaine had inflicted upon the lead man was the worst of their injuries, but other than that, they were going to be sore for a while.
Kurt's anger crumpled away as Blaine gave him a doe-eyed look, begging him not to be mad. He sighed, running a hand through his normally pristine condition hair.
"Maybe we should just forget about the prom. Just go to a movie that night." Kurt mumbled. That stunned everyone in the room. Kurt Hummel, their driving force, was giving up?
"No!" Santana exploded, "Not after everything! Giving up would only make them happy! Bull! I'm not giving up! I'm a lesbian, and I want to go to the prom with my girlfriend! Label me as you want, because I know who I am, and because of all that, I'm a human, a teenager, a girl who wants to go to her prom!"
"This is like war." Puck shook his head, "We can't let them win."
"Dad?" Kurt looked to his father for back-up. Burt breathed deeply for a few moments.
"In the end, it is up to Kurt if he wants to continue or not. Just because he doesn't want to, doesn't mean that you guys can't continue." Burt pointed out to the other teens in the room.
"But that's just the thing," Blaine turned to Kurt, ignoring everyone in the room, "I know that you're brave. And I know that you are the leader of this stupid little group. It was your courage, your determination that made us want to do this in the beginning. In the beginning, it was just a group to get you and me to go to prom. Now, it's for all the lesbians and gays in the school. It's because of you that people are gaining the courage to come out, to stand up for who they are." Blaine ran a hand down the side of his face, "That being said, no one would blame you if you didn't want to anymore." Kurt raised his tear filled eyes to him, before they narrowed.
"Homophobes to Hell."
Sam was a little confused that Dave had not called him, or even given him a second look since he said...it. It was the worse mistake of his life to say that. Not that he didn't mean it, because, god, did he mean it. But Dave was hard enough to convince to date him. He was still working through his self-hate, and having another man saying he loved him was probably not going to help him. He knew Dave was getting better, but he felt like he still had the one little doubt as to if homosexuality, or bisexuality was right.
That would probably explain why he was very confused when Dave appeared at his doorstep, looking nervous.
"Can I come in? Is anyone home?" Sam silently moved out of his way before answering his second question.
"Stacy has this after school club, Stevie is hanging with a friend, and Mom and Dad are at work." he answered, eyeing Dave's back as he walked into the room. He had been to Sam's house many times before, but he looked around curiously as if he had never been there before.
"What's up?" Sam finally broke the silence, causing Dave to spin around, looking even more nervous.
"I-" he paused, "Hear me all the way out before you interrupt me." he begged and Sam warily nodded his head.
He in no way expected an acapella song to start coming out of Dave's mouth though.
Someone falls to pieces
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drifts away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
And catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
Yeah...
And to be yourself is all that you can do
Hey...
To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united
Healthy or insane
And to be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Yeah..
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Hey...
Be yourself is all that you can do
even when you've paid enough
been put upon or been held up
with every single memory of
the good or bad, faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
i'm sure everything will end up alright
you may win or lose
But to be yourself is all that you can do
Yeah...
To be yourself is all that you can do
Ohhh...
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
Ohhh...
To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can-
Be yourself is all that you can-
Be yourself is all that you can dooooooohoooo
The only reason Sam had not interrupted was because he was so stunned. Dave was an amazing singer apparently. Dave swallowed hard.
"Now, I know I'm not that good at singing." Sam's brain screamed out at him to object to that, "But it wasn't about the song. It was about the words." Lyrics, Sam corrected in his mind, "I know now that all I can do is be myself, whether I'm a straight football player, or a gay guy that loves musicals." Dave stepped closer to him, taking his hands, "Whether I'm in love with a chick, or I'm in love with a guy. Whether I'm in love with Sam Evans."
Sam was really happy his parents weren't home, because now they had to prove just how much they loved one another.
R & R.