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Blaine cut glee on Friday, but Kurt was there. Will didn’t know what was going on; Kurt, at least, had shown up ever since Will called his dad, but he hadn’t been able to get ahold of Blaine’s father.

For weeks now, both boys had been slipping away, and Will had no idea why. He’d tried asking Finn and the others, but Blaine had somehow offended Finn and the rest were as lost Will.

On Friday, Kurt sat in the back corner and clapped politely for each performance (‘reinterpret a style not your own’), but it was obvious Kurt’s mind was elsewhere. Probably wherever Blaine was.

“Blaine too good for us now?” Finn demanded after his song, glaring up at Kurt.

Everyone else turned to look at Kurt. Rachel said, “He has been neglecting glee. If he isn’t fully committed to us, he shouldn’t be here.”

Kurt’s gaze flicked to Will, but Finn and Rachel were the captains and hadn’t said anything Will wouldn’t.

After a moment of silence, Kurt sat up straight. “Why should he be fully committed if no one here treats him well?” he asked, icily polite. “If all his ideas get shot down for no reason, and nobody ever tells him good job, and - ”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Mercedes interrupted. “He’s treated like everybody else.”

Kurt laughed. It was an ugly, bitter sound, and Will flinched. “I don’t know why you were all okay with him this summer, but aren’t now. Honestly, I don’t even care anymore.” He stood and shouldered his bag.

“Where are you going?” Finn said, stepping forward.

Kurt looked at him; Will’s eyes widened, because it was the same look Kurt used to give the bullies… the look Kurt still gave the bullies. “I don’t know why I came back to this school,” he said, voice soft and tired. “And I wish Blaine hadn’t transferred because he was safe and happy at Dalton. Nothing’s changed here.”

“You’re not being hurt anymore!” Tina said, and Kurt laughed again.

“None of you cared until it got so bad you could no longer ignore it. Until I walked into this school every day wondering if it’d finally be the day I was beaten to death. But the emotional stuff? The verbal? None of you blink at that. Sometimes, even I don’t notice it anymore, and no one seems to realize what a problem that is.” He paused and took a deep breath, holding up a hand when half of them tried to speak.

“Save it,” he said tiredly. “I’m done. I should’ve never come back to this cesspool of inbreeding, but I loved you all. I missed you. And I thought it was better for awhile. Until prom.” He shook his head. “I should never have let Blaine transfer here.” He met Will’s eyes, then slowly looked around the room. “This time last year,” he said, in a bitter, angry tone, “I was sure I’d die. Either someone else would kill me – or I would myself when I was too tired to try anymore. Blaine saved my life. But it’s clear to me that none of you give a fuck about me anymore, if you ever did, so I’m not going to waste my time. I’m done with glee and I’m done with all of you.”

He strode down the riser and out the door. Will could only stare after him. “Kurt!” most of them shouted, but no one chased after him.

Will wondered when things had gotten so bad; sure, Karofsky had said stuff he didn’t mean, but who else bothered Kurt?

Glee was a safe place for everyone else, so why wasn’t it safe for Blaine, too? Will hadn’t seen anyone messing with him. Will had no idea what his problem was.

He’d call Mr. Hummel and Mr. Anderson again. In the meantime, he had kids who put time and effort into the club, so he focused back on them.

He’d worry about Kurt and Blaine later. It was probably just the usual teen drama, anyway.




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Date: 2012-07-22 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rilakkuma-donut.livejournal.com
I don't know if this is an appropriate place to comment, really, and I hadn't planned on commenting yet until I'd finished because I've been racing through this fic, really eating it up, but Mr. Shuester--and the rest of ND--makes me so angry sometimes. It's almost as though he not only doesn't know anything, but doesn't want to know, so he closes his eyes and turns away from kids who need his help. He's not a very good adult, let alone a teacher.

“This time last year,” he said, in a bitter, angry tone, “I was sure I’d die. Either someone else would kill me – or I would myself when I was too tired to try anymore. Blaine saved my life. But it’s clear to me that none of you give a fuck about me anymore, if you ever did, so I’m not going to waste my time. I’m done with glee and I’m done with all of you.”

He strode down the riser and out the door. Will could only stare after him. “Kurt!” most of them shouted, but no one chased after him.


This just said so much in so few words. All the anger and resentment and sorrow and fear and blame, tightly held in for so long, released at once; it's powerful, and immeasurably sad. Poor babies ;__; ♥

He’d worry about Kurt and Blaine later. It was probably just the usual teen drama, anyway. SCREW YOU VERY MUCH, WILL. AND ALL THE REST OF YOU. >:(

(On a happier note, I really love this version of the Princess Diaries! I've never seen a crossover AU where the couple was already together and trying to navigate the whole mess together, and it's just great. Also, loving Kurt's inexplicable array of awesome skills! A quadrilingual and a ninjutsu/knife-throwing practitioner? Whatever next? :D)
Edited Date: 2012-07-22 02:52 pm (UTC)

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