AN: So I know I've done this scene in a drabble before but I'm revisiting it for this little arc. I thought y'all might like to see a bit of Kurt's side of this story. Inspired by lyrics from "My Side Of The Story" by Hodges
"Ah Dude, why don't you go make yourself useful and put some rat poison in those old folks Jello or visit the Garglers.*"
"The Warblers,*" I corrected automatically, without really thinking about it. And this was why I didn't want to be with the guys, nothing I said would be taken seriously.
"Whatever,*" Puck replied with a dismissive tone. "Whatever. See what they're up to. Then you can wear all the feathers you want," Puck said, tossing the football to Finn as he sat down again. "You'll blend right in."*
So much for thinking perhaps things were getting better. I knew the jacket that had been left at my gym locker earlier today had come from Puck as it was the same as the one that had been ruined when he had tossed me in the dumpster last. Other than Mercedes, no one else knew that jacket had been ruined, and even she didn't know how. Not only did Mercedes not have the money to replace the jacket but she would have given it to me directly not left it at my gym locker. Puck had the access to the boy's locker room, and I had seen him still hanging around when I had left the parking lot that day. I wasn't sure where he would have gotten the money nor did I really want to know. Whatever reason Puck had for replacing the jacket, apparently treating me better wasn't on the agenda.
"Fine,*" I shot back, snatching the poster I had put up to illustrate my ideas. They clearly didn't want my help, and I wasn't about to bother wasting my time. I'd sit back and see what the rest of them could come up with. They would have to ask if they wanted me to help out with this project from this point on, other than going along with whatever they chose to do.
Another idea was coming to mind though. I knew Puck didn't actually expect me to go spy on the Warblers, as that would mean skipping school along with sneaking into the prestigious private school, so perhaps I would do just that. I had to admit, I was curious to see what we were up against in Sectionals as well as seeing what Dalton Academy was like. Surely sneaking into that school couldn't be any more dangerous than walking the halls of McKinley.
All I had to do was figure out a way that I wouldn't be missed during tomorrow afternoon classes.
*Dialogue from "Never Been Kissed"