Log: Kurtson blacks out.
Who: Kurt and Grayson
When: Tuesday 17 Jan 2012
Where: Halls of WMHS
What: Slushies and blackouts
Warning: It's a log with Grayson. Nuff said
Why me? Kurt darted down yet another row of locker filled hallways. Honestly why? He wasn’t attempting to antagonize anyone. He wore what the civilized world out side of Lima would consider a masterpiece of creativity. But here in Lima narrow minded asses like Grayson could push him around for just being himself. Or chase him taunting him as the current case was.
Door after door of class rooms passed and not a single one opened. You would think that the bright periwinkle sequin would have caught at least some one’s eyes as it raced by the little classroom windows. Alas like every other aspect of this middle-of-nowhere town people simply didn’t care. Kurt skidded to a stop, turning to face his tormentor. He cared.
Kurt’s eyes snapped in anger as his spine straightened. He glared at the offending semi-human life form currently fouling his air. “Well wasn’t that impressive. With legs like that you might make it as a stock-boy for Kmart while your whale of a wife works the 7-11 counter!”
Grayson’s hand clenched around the sweating 32oz cup. He was tired of this little pig-fag. God, why was everyone in this fucking school a queer? Weren’t there places to send people like that? “Shut it, fairy. I’m tired of your little bitch comments. I’d pound your ugly little face in, but I don’t want to touch you. I’m afraid I might catch a case of wanting-it-up-the-ass-itis.”
“That’s the best you can do? Good to see the educational committee is teaching you exactly what you should be learning. How to honk in dick-code in order to communicate with the other cro-magnons.” Kurt’s eyes trained on the offending cup. He had a few options. One, keep running; two, call for help and three, take the slushie like a man. “I will own you one day.”
“Sorry, Hummel, I don’t take it up the ass,” Grayson said, pulling his arm back far enough to throw the slushie with the most impact. He had just shot his arm forward when suddenly everything went black.
~~~
Kurt groaned, pushed as well as he could against the flesh under his hands. Flesh...? Kurt blinked rapidly, trying to put his head back in place. He should not be pressed into... a fleshy thing. Except he had been.. He’d been pressed against Someone with a similar red and white Letterman... Kurt’s heart stopped for a second as he looked up, dreading the face he’d see.
There was a ringing in Grayson’s ears as he came to. That had been the weirdest fucking dream, but he was having a hard time remembering falling asleep. One second he’d been...he could feel someone on top of him and his eyes fluttered open. The settled on brown hair and delicate features and for a moment, he wondered where he was. Closing his eyes again, he tried to remember what had happened before he fell asleep. He’d...he’d been chasing somoene. Some...he’d been chasing Hummel...
Kurt was still trying to make sense of the conflicting images lingering in his mind. He pushed up and suddenly his head was spinning. Okay bad idea. “Don’t move.” He muttered as his body rebelled against him.
Hazel eyes snapped open and Grayson realized that not only was Kurt on top of him, but they were like tangled together. He pushed at Kurt’s shoulders, feeling slightly panicked because he was pretty sure he was hard from his dream. “Get the fuck off of me, fag.”
“Delightful conversation as always.” Kurt hissed automatically. He rolled and found himself on his back. Slowly he pushed up to his elbows. “What happened?”
Grayson sat up immediately and he jumped to his feet, a little unstable. The world shifted and he stumbled a little, bracing himself against the wall. He shook his head, his hand flying to his temple. What the hell had happened? “I don’t know. I was throwing a slushie and...now I don’t know.”
Kurt’s hand slipped on the floor. He grimaced. “Found your slushie.” He delicately lifted his hand to try to clean it. “Did...did you just pass out...?”
Did he blackout? He wasn’t sure, but that was the only way to explain it. He could hear a little bit of a commotion in the hallway and moved to see what it was. Other students looked just as confused as they were. “Yeah, I guess that’s what happened. I don’t even know. Like...what the fuck?”
“How should I know?” Kurt responded caustically. He finally regained his feet, trying to make sense of the strange memories beginning to filter into his woken mind. “Nothing... strange...” Kurt winced at his own stupidity of thinking that he could hope for clarity or sympathy of this odd moment with someone as morally reprehensible as Grayson. “Nothing.”
Grayson didn’t even hear Kurt’s last words. He was too busy walking into the hall, looking around to see if anyone else had passed out. What the hell had that been? It was actually starting to freak him out. Shit like this only happened in the movies and it usually meant that aliens were attacking or some shit like that. Well, he hoped this had been some kind of freak occurrence because he wasn’t ready to die. There were too many girls he hadn’t gotten to have yet.
Kurt watched him go, but the image of a completely different Letterman was in his head. He slunk back, blending into the wall as the hallway filled with confused and rapidly chattering voices.
end
When: Tuesday 17 Jan 2012
Where: Halls of WMHS
What: Slushies and blackouts
Warning: It's a log with Grayson. Nuff said
Why me? Kurt darted down yet another row of locker filled hallways. Honestly why? He wasn’t attempting to antagonize anyone. He wore what the civilized world out side of Lima would consider a masterpiece of creativity. But here in Lima narrow minded asses like Grayson could push him around for just being himself. Or chase him taunting him as the current case was.
Door after door of class rooms passed and not a single one opened. You would think that the bright periwinkle sequin would have caught at least some one’s eyes as it raced by the little classroom windows. Alas like every other aspect of this middle-of-nowhere town people simply didn’t care. Kurt skidded to a stop, turning to face his tormentor. He cared.
Kurt’s eyes snapped in anger as his spine straightened. He glared at the offending semi-human life form currently fouling his air. “Well wasn’t that impressive. With legs like that you might make it as a stock-boy for Kmart while your whale of a wife works the 7-11 counter!”
Grayson’s hand clenched around the sweating 32oz cup. He was tired of this little pig-fag. God, why was everyone in this fucking school a queer? Weren’t there places to send people like that? “Shut it, fairy. I’m tired of your little bitch comments. I’d pound your ugly little face in, but I don’t want to touch you. I’m afraid I might catch a case of wanting-it-up-the-ass-itis.”
“That’s the best you can do? Good to see the educational committee is teaching you exactly what you should be learning. How to honk in dick-code in order to communicate with the other cro-magnons.” Kurt’s eyes trained on the offending cup. He had a few options. One, keep running; two, call for help and three, take the slushie like a man. “I will own you one day.”
“Sorry, Hummel, I don’t take it up the ass,” Grayson said, pulling his arm back far enough to throw the slushie with the most impact. He had just shot his arm forward when suddenly everything went black.
~~~
Kurt groaned, pushed as well as he could against the flesh under his hands. Flesh...? Kurt blinked rapidly, trying to put his head back in place. He should not be pressed into... a fleshy thing. Except he had been.. He’d been pressed against Someone with a similar red and white Letterman... Kurt’s heart stopped for a second as he looked up, dreading the face he’d see.
There was a ringing in Grayson’s ears as he came to. That had been the weirdest fucking dream, but he was having a hard time remembering falling asleep. One second he’d been...he could feel someone on top of him and his eyes fluttered open. The settled on brown hair and delicate features and for a moment, he wondered where he was. Closing his eyes again, he tried to remember what had happened before he fell asleep. He’d...he’d been chasing somoene. Some...he’d been chasing Hummel...
Kurt was still trying to make sense of the conflicting images lingering in his mind. He pushed up and suddenly his head was spinning. Okay bad idea. “Don’t move.” He muttered as his body rebelled against him.
Hazel eyes snapped open and Grayson realized that not only was Kurt on top of him, but they were like tangled together. He pushed at Kurt’s shoulders, feeling slightly panicked because he was pretty sure he was hard from his dream. “Get the fuck off of me, fag.”
“Delightful conversation as always.” Kurt hissed automatically. He rolled and found himself on his back. Slowly he pushed up to his elbows. “What happened?”
Grayson sat up immediately and he jumped to his feet, a little unstable. The world shifted and he stumbled a little, bracing himself against the wall. He shook his head, his hand flying to his temple. What the hell had happened? “I don’t know. I was throwing a slushie and...now I don’t know.”
Kurt’s hand slipped on the floor. He grimaced. “Found your slushie.” He delicately lifted his hand to try to clean it. “Did...did you just pass out...?”
Did he blackout? He wasn’t sure, but that was the only way to explain it. He could hear a little bit of a commotion in the hallway and moved to see what it was. Other students looked just as confused as they were. “Yeah, I guess that’s what happened. I don’t even know. Like...what the fuck?”
“How should I know?” Kurt responded caustically. He finally regained his feet, trying to make sense of the strange memories beginning to filter into his woken mind. “Nothing... strange...” Kurt winced at his own stupidity of thinking that he could hope for clarity or sympathy of this odd moment with someone as morally reprehensible as Grayson. “Nothing.”
Grayson didn’t even hear Kurt’s last words. He was too busy walking into the hall, looking around to see if anyone else had passed out. What the hell had that been? It was actually starting to freak him out. Shit like this only happened in the movies and it usually meant that aliens were attacking or some shit like that. Well, he hoped this had been some kind of freak occurrence because he wasn’t ready to die. There were too many girls he hadn’t gotten to have yet.
Kurt watched him go, but the image of a completely different Letterman was in his head. He slunk back, blending into the wall as the hallway filled with confused and rapidly chattering voices.
end