I don't know. I was inspired and I can't imagine Kurt not apologizing to Emma about the entire 'Bambi-incident' as I like to call it. So here it is.
Enjoy.
Emma Pillsbury
Kurt sighed and winced as his head pounded for what must've been the millionth time in the 30 minutes since he'd gotten up.
If there was one thing he definitely promised himself that very moment, then it was that he was never EVER drinking anything with alcohol in it again.
As he pulled his sweater over his head, he cringed as he remembered what had happened the previous day. Not that he remembered much of it, because of the being drunk and all that.
But he remembered getting a thermos can with some drink that smelled odd and certain… magazines from April Rhodes. And he remembered the nice, warm feeling the drink gave him, which was why he kept drinking it the entire day.
But in the end, he also remembered staggering through McKinley's hallways, feeling giddy and dizzy and more and more nauseous the more time went by.
And then he remembered Miss Pillsbury walking past him, turning and saying something and he babbled something and managed to puke all over her pretty shoes.
Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to going to school today and have all the students frown at him, obviously having seen all of it happen.
Or going downstairs and have his father reprimand him for doing something that stupid. He wasn't looking forward to any of this, actually. The entire day, even.
He gulped and opened his bedroom door cautiously, making sure to make the least sound possible to avoid even more headache, while he already felt like falling flat on the ground and not moving for the rest of the day.
Once he got downstairs and was standing in front of the kitchen door, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the angry screaming of his father that Kurt thought was bound to come.
But when he opened the door, walked in and sat down, his father merely looked up from his bowl of cereal, shook his head, sighed and looked back down.
'I'm really disappointed in you, kid.'
And that stung way more than any yelling or screaming would've done.
The corners of Kurt's mouth were tugged down as he tried to eat his breakfast without throwing it back up as soon as he swallowed it, all the while furiously blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes.
'You're going to apologize to that woman for ruining her shoes, got it?'
Kurt just nodded, not meeting his father's eyes as he went upstairs to retrieve his bag, then getting in his car and driving to school.
As he drove, he thought about what had happened the previous day.
He hadn't even known it was alcohol. That alone made him feel ridiculous. How can someone NOT know that it's alcohol? He'd smelled it and even tasted it, but had thought a couple of sips wouldn't hurt.
But those sips had turned into gulps, which had turned into huge gulps and not wanting to stop drinking the liquid that made him feel good and happy and made him temporarily forget about all the people in that school that hated him for who he was.
But he hadn't spared a moment to think about the possible consequences of his actions.
Which turned out to be: Dizziness, puking all over the shoes of his counsellor who just happened to have a pretty severe case of OCD, puking in front of his entire school, his father being mad at him for doing something so reckless and having a headache that felt like the waters of Mordor flowing through his head while a hyperactive, uncoordinated monkey was jumping up and down on top of it.
He sighed and parked his car in the McKinley parking lot, taking a moment to lean his head back.
He really should apologize to his counsellor.
So he got out of the car and made his way towards Miss Pillsbury's office.
When he got there, having stared at the ground for most of the time to avoid the disgusted looks his fellow schoolmates shot him, he could see Mr Schuester and Miss Pillsbury talking.
He bit his lip and finally mustered up the courage to knock on the glass door.
The two sitting inside the office looked up and when they saw Kurt, Mr Schuester said something to Miss Pillsbury, causing her to nod and beckon for Kurt to come in. Mr Schuester got up and walked out the door, only stopping for a second to tell Kurt he wanted to see him that afternoon after Glee Club.
Great, yet another person to reprimand him for being drunk.
'Hello, Kurt. What can I help you with?' Miss Pillsbury said stiffly, obviously still uncomfortable.
'I actually just came to apologize for yesterday.'
'That's alright. May I ask why you had been drinking at school?'
'I kind of didn't exactly… Know… That it was alcohol.' Kurt stammered, embarrassed.
Miss Pillsbury raised her eyebrows.
'Have you had alcohol before?'
'No, yesterday was the first and definitely the last time I've ever had alcohol.'
'How did you get it anyway?'
'Oh, April Rhodes gave it to me when I saw her that morning.'
'Of course she did.' Miss Pillsbury scoffed, much to Kurt's surprise.
'Never trust anything she gives you.'
'Yeah. I've learned that lesson yesterday.' Miss Pillsbury smiled at Kurt's frown.
'Well, it's alright, then. Just promise me not to do such a thing again.'
'I promise.'
'Good. You should get to class now, before you're late.'
'Okay. Bye, Miss Pillsbury.'
'Bye, Kurt.'
'And with that, Kurt closed the door behind him and made his way to his History class, wincing with every step he took, pouting as his head refused to stop pounding, no matter how many times he willed it to stop.
He sighed as he realized he'd have to talk to Mr Schuester as well that afternoon. All he wanted was some aspirin and to crawl into his bed and not come out of it ever again.
Reviews and prompts are VERY welcome, as I'm kind of running out of ideas for people and Kurt interactions. I only have ideas for Carole (which I'm going to upload next) and Sam (which I haven't even written yet, but the idea is there).
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