Title: I'm Feeling Lucky – Chapter Five
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry
Premise: After two years of non-stop torment, why would Kurt blindly accept the word of his former bully and return to McKinley?
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee. Thursday's fiasco-masquerading-as-a-season-finale would have been much different.
"-you don't understand!" Kurt jerked his phone away from his ear to spare his eardrums more of Rachel's shrill cries. "Santana has this new thing going and everyone's getting left alone. You can come back-"
"-and return to being ignored, marginalized, barely tolerated, and still looking over my shoulder because the very person who threatened my life has mysteriously turned a new leaf?" Kurt interrupted, pinching his brow and breathing deeply. "Rachel, kindly pass on to Santana – and the rest of you guys, for that matter, my sincere congratulations for your upcoming trip to Nationals. If anyone wants to know which sights are absolute must-sees and which ones are postcard fodder, I'll be glad to offer an illustrated guide."
"Kurt." Her voice had never sounded so small. "You won't be able to go with us. And we need you-"
"-oh yes. It's always what you need compared to my needs," he stated flatly. "I've already done well enough here to qualify for a senior-year scholarship, which takes all expense worries off my dad's shoulders. I might not be singing lead here but at least I can sing wherever I please without being shoved against a wall or having profanity scrawled all over my locker! At least -" his shoulders were shaking and he knew Rachel could hear the budding tears, but he was beyond caring – "at least I can walk anywhere on campus holding my boyfriend's hand and my very life isn't in danger!"
Not wanting to hear her next excuse, he snapped the phone shut. Turning to his left, he saw Blaine standing nearby, a sympathetic look on his face.
"Need to talk about it?" He offered his hand and Kurt held it gratefully.
"No. Not really." He wiped furiously at his cheeks with his other hand. "I said what I needed to say to her. I have so many reasons to stay here. I don't want to leave."
"I'm glad to hear that," Blaine said, the serious expression on his face betrayed by the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'd hate to have to smuggle myself home with you in your suitcase."
Kurt sniffed. "As if I'd let you in there. Prada isn't just a label, Blaine. It's a way of life."
His phone buzzed in his pocket. A quick glance had him returning it without answering. Blaine squeezed his hand but asked no questions.
He had already heard the answers that he needed.
/end/