Ficlet : Don't Mess With The Cheerios (1/1)
Title: Don’t Mess With The Cheerios
Genre: Angst / Gen
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800 words
Summary: Santana Lopez drives the point home that nobody messes with a cheerio. For the glee_angst_meme prompt here.
"I can't believe you. That was the easiest thing ever and you blew it. Back handspring. We've gone over it like six hundred times. You looked absolutely ridiculous!"
Santana just kept going on and on and still, Kurt didn't really blame her. Coach Sylvester had thrown a fit and kept the Cheerios three extra hours over his simple and yet oh, so stupid mistake. He just couldn't hold the handspring, body aching and trembling with the effort. It was too much. All of the locker shoves, the random punches thrown - he was so tired of hurting. Now, the bullying that was becoming so bad had taken it's toll on a group of exhausted Cheerios.
He groaned. "I don't know what to do Santana, okay?" he asked, yelling at the girl. "I can't handle backflips and springs and turns and stuff when I'm a mess!"
He took off his shirt, feeling like he owed that much to Santana after what his blunder had caused but still feeling angry, so angry. It was a hot boiling anger that he was never going to let go of.
Santana was brought to a halt mid-tirade when she saw the bruises covering Kurt's back, chest and stomach. "Holy shit Kurt," she mumbled, looking at the marks. "Who did this?" He and Santana had never been too close, Santana's homophobic jokes and catty exterior not making her one of Kurt's favorite people but she generally looked sympathetic now. Hey, at least there was pity. Kurt never wanted anyone's pity but it was much preferable to anger.
Of course Brittany was never too far from Santana.
The sweaty, messy cheerleader looked at Kurt with an expression of shock and horror to match the other girl's. Her blonde hair hung in her face and she looked confused and concerened.
"Karofsky and his team of Neanderthals," Kurt groaned. "I'm sorry guys, I am. I tried to tell Coach Sylvester but..."
"She wouldn't have taken the excuse anyway," Santana said softly. Kurt wasn't sure he had ever heard such softness in the girl. it was kind of nice, welcome.
"She didn't let San off when she was puking her guts out last year..." Brittany added sadly. "San, we need like a ninja to protect Kurt. We need him if we're gonna make Nationals again right?
Santana nodded. "Better than a ninja, Britt. We're cheerios. Now Kurt. It was the hockey team, right?"
"Yeah."
She grinned, devious. "Come to auditorium at eight tomorrow. Britt, we got some plotting to do."
When Kurt walked into the auditorium, the next day at eight, it looked like a jock-a-palooza. Somehow Santana had managed to not only bring the hockey team, but every other athlete that had ever played for McKinley. Hadn't anyone noticed the sudden impromtu meeting? Nah, this was McKinley High, who was he kidding himself. "What's going on?" he asked aloud. Brittany was there in seconds, grabbing him by the hand. "Come here," she said, with big, excited eyes.
"Listen up," Santana said, standing up on the stage, with a megaphone that looked suspiciously like Coach Sylvester's. "It's been brought to my attention that some of you meatheads think that you can get away with bullying one of ours. I have news for you."
Kurt gaped, opening his mouth to speak but Brittany shushed him. "Listen," she said.
"If a single one of you touches a Cheerio, so much glares at a Cheerio, and yes, this involves him too." She gestured at Kurt. "If one of you thinks of messing with one of mine, then this entire team will refuse to put out. Right girls?"
There was an enthusiastic chorus of agreement from the Cheerios. Kurt was in awe. Brittany giggled. "San's better than a ninja," she said in that vacant tone of hers.
Kurt nodded. "I can see that."
Santana hoped down from the stage, grinning at Kurt. "One more thing," she said. "Karofsky, get your ass over here."
Dave Karofsky approached her. Brittany tugged Kurt over because, "we so have to watch this."
Santana crossed her arms. "Karofsky. I know chicks not putting out isn't a good deterrent for you. So here's the deal. Brittany told me something amusing a couple days back about you."
"You wouldn't," Karofsky said, quickly.
"I so would," Santana said seriously. "So back off Hummel."
"Fine."
"What's she threatening him with?" Kurt asked Brittany. He had never seen Dave Karofsky in that light. He was practically cowering with his tail between his legs.
Brittany smirked. "When I was going for my perfect record," she said. "I was trying to sleep with him. He couldn't...um, get it up." She burst into giggles. "Santana says he's gay."
Kurt gasped. It definitely did not pay to mess with a Cheerio.