Chapter 4

If they were expecting applause and congratulatory celebrations after their (sort of) win at Sectionals, the New Directions were sadly mistaken. Mr Schue proudly opened the big double doors leading into the gym after Figgins had announced their success to the whole school, and the group walked in with Rachel in front holding their trophy. The only sound in the room was Miss Pillsbury's tentative clapping and their shoes squeaking on the polished wooden floor. The entire student body was staring at them with looks of contempt on their faces. Some of the Football jocks however were smirking at them as if they knew something big was about to go down.

The New Directions stood on the stage behind a small side table where Rachel placed the trophy and by this point Emma had stopped attempting to rally support for the group and was watching them all sympathetically, so the room was silent. Suddenly there was a loud creaking noise and the glee club members had just enough time to look up before a huge vat from the kitchen was up-ended above their heads and enough crushed ice and colouring to last the school a month was raining down from the rafters.

Kurt was the most used to getting slushied daily, therefore recovered fastest and managed to see Karofsky glaring at him from the sides of the stage whilst holding the rope used to tip over the slushy vat. The whole room was in uproar so no one noticed Karofsky slink out of the gym and into the connecting locker room, apart from Kurt. Mr Schue and Miss Pillsbury escorted all of the glee club members into the choir room and Emma went to get them some towels from Coach Beiste.

“I am so sorry guys, I had no idea that the students would actually behave like this! Did anyone see who it was controlling the actual vat?” Mr Schue looked at them all with pity.

“No, we didn't because we were all too busy trying to stop our eyes from burning Mr Schue!” Rachel said, outraged. “I can't believe they would even let us have one day celebrating our victory. Not one day! If we were the Football team we would have had an entire week celebrating our success!”

Kurt didn't speak up because he knew that if word got out that he was the one to tell on Karofsky, there was no way his life would be worth living. Instead he just sat there, in his chair slowly getting colder and colder while his glee mates just kept getting louder and louder. Kurt began to see red, due to either anger, hypothermia or most likely a combination of the two. Suddenly he snapped. An accumulation of the past few weeks without performing and now this was enough to send Kurt over the edge, and his outburst was enough to send the rest of the room into an eerie silence.

“I have had it with this school! Sure no one sees that we are being bullied regularly for being in glee club, but at least you are all left pretty much alone apart from that! I have to put up with dumpster tosses and locker pushes more than once every single day because of who I am. You don't know what that is like for me so stop making such a fuss over a simple slushy!” Rachel took this as her chance and knew what she had to say before she could stop and think about the consequences.

“Kurt, not everything is about you! You need to stop thinking about yourself for just a second and start thinking about the team.” Kurt looked at her with a gaze that could burn a hole in solid metal.

“I have done nothing but think about the team for the past two weeks! Maybe if you can't at least try to see things from my perspective for once, I shouldn't let myself get hurt by staying around you all the time.”

“Fine! If you truly feel that way you should just leave and not come back.” Rachel replied with an equally hard glare. The rest of the New Directions and Mr Schue looked at Rachel with horrified expressions. Kurt, leave glee club? It was unthinkable, and yet here Rachel was actually trying to make it happen.

“Now Rachel, I don't think that –” Mr Schue tried to interrupt and resolve the situation, but Kurt was too emotional to think rationally and just left the room, leaving in his wake a row of gobsmacked teenagers. He brushed past Miss Pillsbury at the door and didn't take the towel she held out for him, choosing instead to run down the hallway to find a secluded area for a moment alone.