"Umm, yeah. I was thinking about it," she replied, her voice resonating from the inventory room which was connected to her office by a door. She had been searching for something for about an hour, but wouldn't tell Kurt what it was.

Kurt idly played with the little dolphin paper-weight Beatrix had on her desk, twirling it between his fingers. "I've never been to a pep-rally before."

Beatrix loud giggles echoed off the walls of the inventory room and into her office. Kurt sent her a viscous glare. "I'm sorry, but what? You've never been to a pep rally before?" Kurt shook his head. "Seriously, not even at your old school?"

"Nope," Kurt shook his head again, putting the paper-weight down. "Except for that mandatory one during my freshman year, but it was horrible." Kurt flinched a little recalling the event.

"Why?" Beatrix asked when she came back into the room, carrying two huge boxes. Kurt leapt up from his lying position to help her set them on her desk.

"Well," Kurt began his story. "We had a P.E. teacher named Ken Tanaka. He was nice enough, but he was really tough, too. He coached football and cheer-leading and you know you should never mix football and cheer coaches together! One of the reasons I withheld from trying out for the squad. Anyways," Kurt said, getting back on topic. "That year he decided to shoot one of his cheer-leaders out of a canon."

Beatrix eyebrows shot up her forehead. "Like a real, legit canon?"

Kurt nodded. "Needless to say, it did not go well."

Beatrix shuddered at the image her mind concocted. "Was the girl hurt?"

"Not badly," Kurt said, scrunching up his nose when the box he was carrying opened a bit only to let out a very foul-smelling odor. "Just a dislocated shoulder, and she needed a few stitches as well - thankfully that was it. I'm sure her parents would have taken Mr. Tanaka to court if she had gotten hurt any worse."

"Didn't he get fired? What kind of principal would even let someone be shot out of a canon?" Beatrix exclaimed.

"I have no idea," Kurt replied, finally reaching Beatrix's desk.

The boxes fell onto the small desk with a loud thud, making dust cloud up everywhere. Kurt coughed uncontrollably, wiping at the suffocating dust. "The fuck is in this?"

Beatrix shook her hand around wildly, trying to get the dust away, too. "It's the school's mascot," she said as he pulled out the head of the costume. It was shaped like an old-fashioned hat, the kind Jack Sparrow would wear.

'Captain Jack Sparrow,' Kurt corrected in his head.

"God, how do people breathe in that?" Kurt said, scrunching up his nose. He rubbed his finger under his nose when the stench of the un-washed - who knew for how long it had been sitting in there? - costume wafted toward his nostrils.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at the crazy-haired girl. "And why, may I ask, do you have it?"

Beatrix gave another little cough and shrugged. "I stole it during my senior year."

"WHAT?" Kurt exclaimed. "Why would you do that?"

Beatrix merely shrugged again. "Thought it be a funny prank. Lighten up dude, it's not like everybody's just dying to be the McKinley Patriot!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and poked at the foul-smelling boxes. "Still."

"Woo!" Kurt screamed along with all the other students, laughing giddily at the ones who practically howled.

"I'm guessing you enjoy pep rallies now?" Beatrix teased, smiling up at him from a lower perch on the bleachers.

"Only the ones here!" Kurt said, screaming in sync with everyone.

Kurt and Beatrix giggled uncontrollably at the sight of all the people trying to dance along with the cheer. The school mascot (Beatrix had returned it to the school before the Pep Rally started. Figgs was not happy.) was running all around the football field, pumping up the crowd.

"Hummel, you best be stompin' and clappin'. You do not want me to come up there, you're ruinin' our school's rep!" Santana yelled at the boy, but her smile betrayed her tone, letting him know she was just joking. Kurt waved her off, but proceeded to join in on the ridiculous dance.

Kurt and Beatrix exploded into laughter at the sight of Artie, a handicapped kid, dancing in his seat on the grass. Brittany was in front of him, leading him on the dances. There was just something about seeing a guy gyrating against air in a wheelchair.

"When is this going to be over?" Kurt asked/yelled to Beatrix, it was so loud.

"Probably another half-hour," Beatrix said and Kurt groaned. He was getting tired of the music and cheesy cheers, but he pushed his party-pooper personality out of the way and cheered along with the rest of the student body.

"That was the loudest hour of my life," Kurt said, catching his breath as he and Beatrix carefully made their way off the bleachers. This was a difficult feat since there were tons of people crowding around them, pushing to get off the bleacher themselves. The bleachers were also very steep and the steps were small, so they had to make sure they didn't fall on their asses.

"You have no idea how wrong that sounded," Beatrix winked. Kurt stuck his tongue out at her, making her laugh so hard that she almost tripped on the soda-covered bleachers.

"Oh, shut up," Beatrix glared half-heartedly at Kurt when he laughed at her clumsiness.

"Well, well, well," a low voice drawled out, startling the both of them. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Blaine Anderson stood in front of them, cocky as ever in his leather and boots, his white tank-top in sharp contrast against the dark leather. Brittany was clutching his arm, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else. Blaine appraised Beatrix through narrowed eyes. "Looks like it choked up a dirty, greasy, little hairball."

"Yeah, because you look oh-so-charming in your hand-me-down clothing," Beatrix replied scathingly. "How did you find anyone short enough that their clothes would actually fit, Frodo?"

Blaine's narrowed eyes turned into burning glares, Beatrix didn't even flinch. "Unlike you, I'm not dirt poor and can actually buy my own shit without asking for - what do you greasers call 'em? - loans."

"I work for a living," Beatrix replied back smoothly, not fazed by the insult. "You don't though, right?" Beatrix smirked when Blaine tightened his arms around himself, knowing where this was going. She continued in a baby voice, "Why would you when you have precious daddy to take care of all your wittle pwoblems."

Blaine barked, his laugh catching Kurt so off-guard that he jumped a little. "You're one to talk about parents, aren't you. Weird, since you said - and I qoute directly from you - 'I don't have parents,'" Blaine said in a scarily accurate mock of Bea's voice.

Beatrix laughed, sucking on the inside of her cheeks. It was a sarcastic laugh because there was no hint of amusement on her face. Kurt pulled at her arm, trying to get out of there. Brittany didn't look to happy either and was quietly pleading with Blaine to stop. It was still strange to think of Blaine as Bea's brother, especially when they were throwing insults at each other like this.

He didn't even have time to question about Blaine's 'no parents' comment before Beatrix started talking again. She was eyeing Brittany was a little smirk of her face, Kurt had a feeling this wasn't gonna be good.

"What number is she then?" Beatrix said, nodding to Brittany who immediately ducked her head behind Blaine. "I've lost count of how many girls you've been with, or should I just say people in general?"

Blaine snapped his head up from Brittany's where he had been trying to comfort her. Brittany pulled her head away from his, too, a confused expression crossing her face and spoke for the first time since the fight started, "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your boy-toy knows exactly what it's supposed to mean," Beatrix drawled, not even looking Brittany's way, her eyes firmly set on Blaine. "Don't you, Blainey?"

If it was possible, Blaine's glare turned even more..angrier? All Kurt knew was that one second he was standing there, a few feet away from him and Bea, and the next he was up in her face and sending him crashing against some wall.

"You don't know shit about me," Blaine growled, beyond angry at the way she talked to Brittany and her implications in that one sentence. "You're just a sore little bitch who has no fucking family to speak of, living in a dumpy little apartment in the wrong part of town. I'm surprised you even have friends." He glanced over to where Kurt was standing wide-eyed against the before-mentioned wall.

"Hey! What's goin' on here?" Kurt heard someone yell. The four of them turned to see a guy with a mo-hawk running towards them.

"Nothing, Puck," Blaine said, glaring one last time at Beatrix before he grabbed Brittany's arms and dragged her away to his car.

By the time Beatrix had regained her cool, he stopped walking and turned around. Kurt immediately got in front of Bea, as if trying to protect her from more of Anderson's scathing words. Blaine barely paid him any mind, just looked directly at Beatrix and said - in a really creepy way no less, "See you later, Blair."