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Burt Pov

Admittedly, I must say that it is difficult getting back into the swing of things after Kurt dropped the bomb on me. It’s only been a few days, and still, I have to be a father to my son, and the man of the house to my hope to be soon family. I have to still go into work, and do my job, and try to function as if I don’t want to walk away every time I look into my little boys’ eyes.

My little boy.

How can he be having a baby?

This morning is just really quiet. Low key, and no one is really talking to anyone else. Not much eye contact is even being exchanged. The tension is kind of uncomfortable.

Ding dong.

The doorbell sounded, but no one moved to go and get it. Kurt sat at the kitchen table with a slice of toast, and a magazine, Finn sat on the couch watching last night’s game on the DVR and Carole was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Ok then since everyone is occupied, I guess I’ll get it.

I opened the door to see a tall man. Blonde hair, and a very muscular torso. “Good morning. Can I help you?”

“Yes. Burt Hummel isn’t it?”

I nodded  and tried to match his face to one of my customers because apparently, he knows me. “Yeah, I’m sorry, I can’t put a name to your face. Who are you?” I asked, as politely as I could though this morning warrants my excessive grumpiness.

“I’m Markus Pierce. I’m Brittany’s father.”

I opened my mouth as the sincerity from his introduction completely disappeared, and now he was glaring coldly at something over my shoulder.

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Kurt Pov

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to put a name to your face who are you?” I heard my dad say from the door. Who’s at the door on a Saturday morning and knows my dad, but my dad doesn’t know him? I got up and walked over to see who was at the door.

“I’m Markus Pierce. I’m Brittany’s father.”

He was looking directly at me now from the doorway behind my dad.

And the glare in his eyes made me fear for my life. I gulped loudly, and Finn turned to look from the TV at me now too.

I must’ve had dire terror in my eyes because he stood and stepped between my father and I.

“If it’s ok, I’d like a word alone with your boy, Kurt.” Markus said, his face still seething with anger.

My dad turned to look at me now, and my eyes were huge. I know it.

“Um, Mr. Pierce, all due respect, that is not going to happen.” Dad said.

“Burt, that little shi-“

“I think you need to watch what you say about my son.” Dad fired hotly.  And the man’s face softened a bit.

Carole heard his raised voice and came to the scene. She put her arm on my shoulder I think for comfort.

“Now, I understand that you are probably pretty pissed. I am pissed too about this situation, I’m sure you’re referring too.” My dad started. Brittany’s dad just huffed in response. “I just found out about this a few days ago, and I wanted to ring my boys neck okay? But if I didn’t get to do it, I sure as hell aren’t gonna let you do it. Why don’t you come in and we can talk about this rationally.”

Markus’s shoulder drooped and he sighed, agreeing.  As he stepped into the house, I flinched back a little, and Carole rubbed my back.

My dad wouldn’t really let him kill me would he?

As I thought it, he shut the door and turned to me with a plain look on his face. I was afraid.

“Finn, lose the hostility.” Dad said and Finn slowly moved aside, and my dad clapped my shoulder and nudged Carole and I into the kitchen. We each took a seat, and then my dad took a seat next to me, and Brittany’s father across from me……

I felt like wetting my pants. This man looked like he would gladly murder me with his fists alone, and I seriously feel like running away to my room in the basement for protection.

It was quiet, and no one spoke for a while.

“Kurt, aren’t you going to introduce yourself to this man? It’s Brittany’s father.” My dad said.

I held out a hand, though it was visibly shaking. “I’m sorry s-sir. I’m- uhm- My name’s-“

“Kurt.” He said with a very cold voice, taking my hand with a firm, too firm, handshake. “Your name is Kurt Hummel. You are on the cheerios with my daughter, and the father of her child.”

I gulped, while nodding slowly. “Y-Yes sir.” He still hadn’t let go of my hand.

“You’re also gay aren’t you?” He asked cocking his head to a slight tilt, and finally releasing my hand.

I flexed my fingers a bit, relieved to have been released, and nodded.

“Did you take advantage of my girl?” He asked, with his tone rising from his cold and low tone, to a louder and more defensive one.

“No sir!” I said immediately. “It was an accident Mr. Pierce. I swear, we didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Of course it was an accident! What sophomore in high school plans to get pregnant?!”

I didn’t say anything.

In fact, no one did. It was just quiet. My dad was twiddling his fingers, Carole was looking at my dad, and Britt’s dad, was glaring daggers at me. I was staring down at the table in shame, and all that could be heard was the sound of the TV from the living room.

And maybe my heart beat.

“Look kid, my daughter is slow ok? She doesn’t understand much about what is going on with her. But we can’t legally force her to get an abortion according to the state of Ohio, and she said she doesn’t want to kill her baby. I’m over here, because if she does decide to keep that child, where will you be?”

My lip was trembling. How the hell do I answer a question like that?

My dad looked at me, and put a hand on my back. He looked concerned. “Son?”

I couldn’t move. I felt completely frozen in my seat, and I was mute. My mouth would not move to say anything. And that kind of works out because I don’t know what on earth to say.

“Kurt, honey?” I think Carole said this time.

“I-I” I managed out, but that was all I could think of.

They all continued to stare me down, and I felt so uncomfortable. It felt like my body was shaking, and I was going to throw up. What do I say?

“Mr. Pierce, he is really overwhelmed right now I think. Can we all maybe set up a time to meet, both of our families, to discuss this all together? I think Kurt and Brittany need to talk about this themselves before we can expect a decision from them…

Oh thank you dad…. Thank you.

Markus spoke then, with his voice raising just a bit more with every word. “This has been going on for 12 weeks now! I think they’ve been spending time amongst just themselves for too long don’t you!? They’re just kids! They can’t make an adult decision like this on their own!”

“They already made an adult decision when they decided to have sex.” My dad said calmly.

“No, they didn’t. An adult decision would’ve been them having PROTECTED sex. They behaved like children!” he sneered, and spat the last word towards me.

I looked at the table again; the wood engraving seemed much less terrifying than this man.

“Regardless, I don’t think I want them spending time alone! I think my daughter wouldn’t have gotten pregnant if they hadn’t been spending time alone!”

My dad just exhaled. I could tell that he agreed with this man. The way he was disappointed in me this whole week has been proof enough. I am a screw up.

“I’m sorry sir.” I breathed out quietly.

I chanced a glance up at him. He still had fire in his eyes.

“Yeah? Well sorry isn’t going to fix this is it?”

I looked back down into my lap, this time a tear falling from my eye.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Markus stood up, his chair scraping loudly. “I’ll see myself out.” He said.

Once I heard the front door shut closed, I got up too, and ran downstairs to my room. I can’t cry here in front of everyone.

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Blaine Pov

Being the new kid.

It’s hard. Really hard. Especially when you’re me, and don’t quite know where you’ll fit in. I love boxing, I like basketball, and I work out.

I’m also gay.

I love music, Katy Perry, Pink, Lady Gaga, you name it. I sing and dance pretty well, and I enjoy doing it. I’ve been bullied, and I have been popular. But this being  at another new school leaves so many new venues open. Which Blaine Anderson is McKinley high going to see me as?

I walked through the halls slowly, and was trying to be very subtle with looking at my map and schedule. I don’t want to completely stand out as the new kid. That can be a complete disaster. Of course, it could also be a great way to make friends, but I don’t want to chance it.

I stopped in the front of a bulletin board to look around and see what is going on in this school. There is only a few months left of the school year, but I’d rather spend those months doing something, than doing nothing. There were sports posters for the sports teams, there were a few clubs that could be signed up for year round. Gardening club, superhero alliance, wizards of lore, New Directions show choir, and the Black, white, Asian, and Latino student union clubs. (All separate)

There really isn’t much to pick from, but if anything caught my eye, it’d have to be the show choir. I wonder if they are any good.

Wait? New directions…. Me and some of the Warblers from my old school Dalton saw one of their videos on Youtube earlier this year. Their invitational; they were great. They had some amazing voices in there. Maybe that could be a place for me.

My eyes flickered back to the sports posters that there weren’t sign-ups for due to the seasons either having ended, or the school year ending soon. I saw that there is a basketball team, but no fight club.

But there is a wrestling team. I don’t know if I am much of a wrestler, but it’s the closest thing to boxing here. Maybe over the summer, I can devise some kind of plan or something to start a fight club, or a boxing team. Maybe they at least had a punching bag in the locker room or gym.

A school bell rang and I gave up on the bulletin board for now. I’ll come look at it later. I looked at my schedule again as the students started swarming around me, and no one seemed to really be paying much attention.

Oh. GYMNASIUM. First period. Cool. I can check out the locker room now. Great.

I headed to the direction that the map showed me that the gym was, and I found it quickly. I went inside, and headed over to a teacher. The only teacher who was female, since my schedule said Ms. Awtrey.

“Hi. I’m Blaine Anderson. A new transfer.” I handed her my schedule, and she gave me a little smile.

It was such a fake smile, if I’d ever seen one.

“Welcome Blaine. See me after school, well get you set up with some gym clothes. Go on out to the field. We’re doing the mile run today.”

I just nodded politely, and headed towards the boys locker room instead. I could check it out.

I walked through the archway and-

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I cried, hoping that the……. Gorgeous and very pale boy in front of me didn’t get his toes completely crushed by my giant feet. Or his ribs cracked by my elbow slamming into him. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m sorry.”

He barely glanced up at my face, and just clutched his bag closer to him, and mumbled, “It’s ok. It’s my fault. Sorry.”

He met my eyes for a split second with big blue ones, and the corner of his lips upturned into a slight pinch of a smile. “Excuse me.” He said walking in the direction I came from and toward the teacher.

I let my gaze follow him for a moment, seemingly unable to not do so.

“Ms. A? Hi I got a slip to go to the counselor’s office.” He said, but it sounded like a question. The teacher motioned that he was free to go, and I watched as he left the gym. He was wearing really fashionable clothes. Like, he had Doc Martens on his feet, an Alexander McQueen top and extremely clean cut skinny jeans.

And he is gay.

I am not stereotypical, but his hair is perfectly coiffed, and he obviously has very fashionable taste. And if I am wrong, than I must have really bad gay-dar.

Something didn’t add up though. He was walking slowly, with his head down, and he was clutching his bag to his chest.

I don’t know why, but something in my mind registered that he doesn’t usually look like that. His dress appearance doesn’t match his facial, and body appearance. I imagined him appearing graceful, with a sassy smile on his face, and a sprig in his step. But that’s crazy I guess. I never saw that guy before this minute. Even though I am a very empathetic person. I am good at reading people’s moods.

But I don’t know, something just seemed…… weird. Just bumping into him gave me a weird vibe that he wasn’t okay.

I proceeded to the locker room, and went straight to the back, seeking out the weight room, or room with mats. As I searched, I also looked at the kids around me too. It seemed like I had class with a lot of jocks. But then again, this is the boys locker room, so why would there be girls in here.

I feel kind of dumb.

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Thankfully, there was a punching bag right in the weight room, and it looked pretty much unused. That is a good thing, and a bad thing though. If no one else boxes, it’d probably be a tall order to try and start a boxing team, but also, it might mean that no one uses It, so I always have it to myself.

The remainder of my morning classes went ok, but not quite as good as I hoped. Not many people seemed to notice the new guy at first. Well, except for a few girls, and 1 guy. A mohawked dude named….Huck? I don’t remember. He just asked if I had a lighter during a passing period, and a few girls stared at me dreamily during class. One girl, a Latina cheerleader introduced herself as Santana, and she basically eye raped me. I was polite to her even though she called me a hobbit. Though she called me a sex hobbit, which I’m not sure is a compliment or not, but… eh.

Girls came onto me a lot this year, mostly because ever since I left Dalton academy at the end of my freshman year and went to North Lima high, I ditched the hair gel and apparently my curls are a chick magnet.

If only they all knew.

My dad got transferred last week to a new company for the next 3 years, so I’ll thankfully get to stay at one school until I graduate which is good, but this being my third school, I’m tired of moving. I’m glad to be staying put this time.

When lunch time came around, I wasn’t too hungry being that I had a big breakfast this morning, but I got into line anyway and got something small. An apple, and a bag of chips. Pretty much every single table was occupied, and very few were free of seats.

To be honest, I seeked out the boy from earlier before I realized that I was doing it.

I didn’t see him, but it didn’t matter because that Santana girl from earlier approached me and started leading me to a table. Right before I sat down, I saw him. He was sitting beside a blonde girl who looked about as down as he did in the gym earlier. Only now, he looked a little different.

“Hey hobbit. Why don’t you sit with me?”

“I-uh-” but I was already in front of a table with a bunch of cheerleaders before I could protest.

Santana started talking to people, or to me, I couldn’t really tell, I wasn’t paying attention, but the skinny pale kid grabbed the blonde girls face in his hands and nodded. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Wow… maybe I do have bad gay-dar…. Because that looks like his girlfriend with the way he did that… and the way that they are hugging now.

He stood and started to head for a trash can to dump his tray, but a big jock in a letterman jacket pushed it in his face before he could dump it.

“Watch where you’re walking lady!” he sneered…..

Ok maybe he is gay??

“Blaine?” Santana said, so I didn’t hear what the fashion guy said in response.

“I’m sorry huh?” I turned back to the Latina cheerleader as she was talking to me. I didn’t hear what she said, but I didn’t sit down either like she was gesturing for me to do.

“Oh, uhm, I’m actually not all that hungry, excuse me?”

Honestly, now I want to go and check out that punching bag, for some reason.

“I have to go…. Nice to meet you ladies.”

I gave a dapper quick smile, and headed out to the gym. Bullies…. No wonder he was looking so down earlier. It seems like bullies are the mortal enemy at yet another school.

I don’t have gym clothes, but, I think I’ll be fine to box in this. I’ll just lose my polo.

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