Prompt: Pete Brockman - "I have nothing to apologize about!" - 'Outnumbered'
At the sound of a knock I glanced toward the doorway to find Carole standing there. "Kurt, you have a visitor. Could you come downstairs please?"
"Okay," I replied, wondering who the visitor was that she didn't just send them up. That alone immediately eliminated the members of New Directions and Blaine. If it was one of the other Warblers that she hadn't met it was possible she'd want me to come down.
Still trying to guess who it was, I headed down to the living room to find Mr. Schuester sitting on our couch.
"Mr. Schue. I didn't expect to see you," I said, as my now former choir director got to his feet.
"I know, and I won't keep you long as I'm sure you have a lot to do before you head to Dalton."
"I'm sorry," I told him. Despite knowing that I was only doing what I had to in order to stay safe, and I shouldn't have to apologize for that, I still felt guilty for leaving. My absence would mean New Directions wouldn't have enough people to compete unless they found a replacement. Given the group's status at McKinley that wasn't going to be easy.
"Don't be," Mr. Schue replied. "I understand and the others do too. I actually came to apologize to you. Perhaps if I had stepped into the situation a little sooner it never would have got to this point. I can't help but think I failed you."
I found myself shaking my head at that. "Mr. Schue, I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, and I'm sure there were times that you probably wished I'd just keep my mouth shut."
I saw my vocal director smile at that one. "You are very vocal about your opinions," he admitted.
I smiled myself as I continued. "But when it comes down to it, you're the only one at McKinley who even attempted to help me. I appreciate your efforts."
"I just wish it had been enough to allow you to stay," Mr. Schue said.
"Me too," I admitted.
"If you ever need anything Kurt, my door is still open to you."
"Even if I am going to be on the opposing team."
"Yes. Our loss is going to be Dalton's gain."
"I'm not even sure I'll be doing show choir there," I admitted, not knowing what the group's policy was about people joining mid-semester. Unlike McKinley, the Warblers did turn people away after auditions.
"After the strings I pulled to get you into the Warblers, I better see you on stage with them at Sectionals."
"What?" I asked, not sure I was hearing him right.
"I talked to the dean at Daltong and convinced him that under the circumstances you should be allowed to join the Warblers. I also told him you were their best chance at beating us at Sectionals."
"Thank-you," I said, stepping forward and hugging him. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.