The Third Prompt Meme Post

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Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer.

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“Kurt, come on”, Artie spoke softly. The teen glared at the figure behind Kurt and then, without a warning, grabbed Kurt and pulled him down to his lap. Kurt didn’t even try pulling away when Artie’s arms wrapped around him. The brunet laid his head on Artie’s shoulder and droned out, ignoring everything around him.

The walk to the car felt like an eternity. Sam or Mike, Kurt wasn’t sure, pushed the wheelchair out of the restaurant while the other three formed some sort of protective ring around him. Kurt had his eyes closed, not even listening anymore, but it did nothing to save him from the humiliation.

Everyone knew. Every single person in Breadstix knew about him and Blaine, about how they’d slept together, about how he’d run away from it all - and the Gleeks weren’t the only students from McKinley in there. By morning everyone in Lima would know.

Kurt didn’t star paying the others any mind until the car stopped and the familiar humming of the motor quieted down. He sat in the backseat of his Navigator, clinging to Artie’s shirt for dear life, and wondered just how Mike had gotten his car keys.

The driveway they had stopped on was one Kurt hadn’t seen before. He frowned, looking around the street - row after row of unfamiliar houses continued on both sides of the road.

He didn’t recognize any.

“Where are we?”
“Oh, so now he speaks!”
“Puck. Be nice.”
“Whatever. My house. Got anything against it, Princess?”
Kurt shook his head. “No…” he mumbled, biting his upper lip. “But why?”
“Cause we’re gonna drag your fancy ass inside and then you’re gonna spill the beans?”

And that is how Kurt found himself sitting in Puck’s bedroom, the picture of everything teenage-y. He could barely see the floor trough the clothes and magazines thrown around, the bed was unmade and a pile of empty Chinese take-out boxes sat next to a computer.

“If the word of me being in this room ever reaches the ears of someone who is not here at the moment, I will personally kill every single one of you. Including you, Artie.”
“Uh, hello? The word won’t leave this room ‘cause I ain’t gonna ruin my rep just because Princess was here.”

Kurt sat on Artie’s lap, refusing to touch any of the furniture in the room. Finn and Sam had no problems plopping down on Puck’s bed, despite the rumbled covers and used sheets. Mike choose a little more wisely, sitting on the floor by the bed.

Of course, Puck took the only chair in the room.

“So, uh… What was that at Breadstix?”

As Sam spoke, all heads turned to Kurt. The teen shrank in Artie’s arms, hoping he could make himself invisible. Invincible.

“Nothing you need to know.”
“Uh, hello?” This time it was Mike. “Your ex was doing nothing but throwing slurs at you in front of a whole fucking restaurant and damn, did you even hear what he called you?”
“So? Ever heard of a bad break-up?”
“Bad? You were so fucking out of it when we left that we almost took you straight to the damned hospital, Hummel! Trust me, that is not how people act after getting dumped!”