Prompt Post #23
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When he saw Wes crouching to reach for his other foot, though, Kurt was more prepared and drew it back, doing his best to jerk it back and around, out of Wes’s reach. David was ready, too, though, and constantly maneuvered his legs behind Kurt so that he couldn’t pull his foot far enough out of range, and Wes was finally successful in capturing Kurt’s other foot after a minute’s struggle. At least the fight had leave Wes with a few scratches on his hands and arms, and Kurt, while normally not inclined to violence, was able to feel some faint pride.
This time, Kurt couldn’t make himself watch, so he turned his head away and closed his eyes, wishing he could also block out his hearing and sense of touch. As it was, he was still forced to endure the feeling of cold metal resting against, and then totally surrounding, the scales of his new lower legs. The sound of the two awful clicks again made the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach sink even lower, and the cold weight around his ankle signaled the second band was also fastened in place for good.
“All done!” Thad said, with far too much enthusiasm. Kurt cracked his eyes open and lowered his foot back to the ground, unsure of what was coming next. Wes stood up and brushed himself off primly.
Kurt felt himself sagging down in David’s hold - he’d nearly exhausted himself struggling.
“Hey,” someone said near him, and Kurt turned his head wearily to see Blaine looking at him with a wry smile. “I’m sorry about the change to your - you know.” Blaine gestured downward vaguely, and Kurt found that he could still blush fiercely, despite the situation. “You should know that we took a vote while you were out. I promise I convinced a majority to let you keep your manhood at first. If Thad hadn’t split the vote by adding ‘cloaca’ to the ballot…” Blaine sent a pointed look over his shoulder at the Warbler in question.
Thad stopped looking pleased and crossed his arms with a dramatic huff. “It wasn’t my fault that not enough of the Warblers would commit to the stated avian theme of a ‘Warbler transformation.’ If we could have agreed to uphold the authenticity of the tradition, instead of-”
He was cut off by David shaking his head from behind Kurt and firmly stating, “Thad, no one was comfortable with the idea of a cloaca except you. Absolutely no one.”
“Will you all stop saying that word?” Wes interjected.
“What, ‘cloaca’?” David said, grinning.
Thad had stepped closer to apologize to Blaine for the result being unsatisfactory and insisted he had only wanted to find a pleasing compromise that would both make Blaine comfortable and uphold the will of the group vote, but Kurt put his head down dully and tried to ignore David’s hold, as unbreakable around him as another cage. He tuned out both Thad and the friendly ribbing that had broken out between Wes and David, the former already threatening to send copies of the latter’s childhood pictures to his girlfriend. It had been so familiar for a second that Kurt nearly wanted to turn and share an amused look with Blaine, before he remembered that he wasn’t sharing a loveseat with his friend and waiting for rehearsal to start.
A hand brushed through his hair and Kurt startled, too surprised to jerk away. Blaine was still nodding along in a familiar dealing-with-Thad way, but he’d turned away long enough to start petting Kurt’s hair.
Blaine frowned when Kurt finally did flinch away, but just reached a bit further to soothingly stroke Kurt’s bangs back into their usual swoop.
Kurt thought about trying to escape again, but he was still too exhausted to move, so he had to just let Blaine give him a final pat on the cheek before he turned back to talk to Thad.
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