The Third Prompt Meme Post
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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His beliefs didn’t stop the McKinley High buses from nearing the school grounds.
“Kurt?” Quinn asked quietly, leaning closer to him. “Are you sure you can do this?”
“For the millionth time”, Kurt replied, rolling his eyes. “The answer is yes. Besides, coach would do worse than kill me if I backed out right now.”
“I’m sure--”
“Quinn. I’m fine. I’ll sing and cheer and scream the whole night. Nothing can stop me from being my fabulous self when the limelight is on me, honey.”
The blonde didn’t say anything to that. Kurt sighed and leaned his forehead on the cool window, staring at the nearing building. He could see the window that had been his, and the one that was still Blaine’s, and the choir room…
He hadn’t known he missed the place until now.
When the buses stopped in a circle around a gushing fountain, the schoolyard was filled to the brim with students and teachers. Kurt saw more familiar faces than he could count and for some reason, the black, gelled curls in the midst of it all didn’t scare him as much as he had thought.
“Remember the walk”, Quinn whispered to him right before the doors opened.
“Quinn, dear, are you, by any chances, implying that I do not know how to walk like the head bitch I am?”
Quinn laughed and slid out of the seats. Kurt followed behind, carefully choosing his face and posture before he descended the steps leading out of the bus. Sue Sylvester, in her bright red track suit, Becky by her side, stood next to the man Kurt thought was the gym teacher. He’d never learned his name but it didn’t matter anymore.
“Head Cheerios Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray”, Sue snapped as the named duo took their places right behind her back.
Kurt looked right trough Blaine, Wes and David as they were led to the sports stadium.
“So, Ladyface”, one of the male Cheerios spoke loudly. “Are these prep school boys any good?”
“How would I know? December isn’t the best time for outdoor sports, as you should know, Starburst.”
“Don’t call me that, Porcelain.”
“I’m sorry, did you just give me an order? Did the tanning bed finally burn trough your retinas or have you already forgotten who the Head Cheerios are, Jackie dearest?”
Jack didn’t answer. The Dalton cheerleaders had pranced to the green field, dressed in pants and shirts that were almost identical to the uniforms. Kurt eyes their faces, waving a little as the kid he was paired with in chemistry smiled at him.
“They’re horrible”, Santana complained. “I mean, sure, those faces are all cute and cuddly but seriously? They’re not a fucking marching band. Where’s the cheerleading?”
Kurt shrugged. The group on the field consisted of nice people, boys he had almost befriended, and despite the feelings he had towards Blaine Kurt had no reason to hate the others, too. When the last note of the song disappeared under thunderous clapping, Kurt stood up, beckoning the other boys to move with him. As the girls took their places on the sides of the field, Kurt led half of the boys to Dalton’s side of the stadium, walking up the staircase in the middle.
“Kurt? I’d wish you good luck but I think that’s against the school rules or something”, someone whispered. Kurt glanced at the redhead, laughing.
“Mick, I’m a Cheerio. I don’t need good luck - it’s for those who aren’t good enough themselves and need an accident to win.”
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