I Think That She Knows (Klaine!Genderswap) (3/???)
Title: I Think That She Knows
Media: Fanfic
Rating: PG (for homophobic slurs and general bullying)
Genre: angst/romance
Word count: 1000ish
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Karofsky
Summary: Kate has an emergency and calls Blair in to help.
Blair was in the middle of Latin class, listening to Jennifer recite a portion of the Aeneid, when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she unlocked the screen and read a text from Kate.
“911. I need to talk NOW.”
Blair surveyed the room again. Jennifer’s monotone was putting everyone into a deep stupor. Wendy was fast asleep on her desk. The redhead next to her, Toni, was snoring almost in time with Jennifer’s recitation. Even the teacher, Ms. Merriweather, looked like her eyelids might close at any minute. Blair realized that if she can keep her chair from squeaking on the tiled floors, no one would even notice she was gone. She slowly pushed her chair back to give her enough room to leave. Silence. She made a mad rush for the door, grabbing the hall pass on the way out just to be safe. You never knew when Headmaster Smith was roaming the halls, just waiting to put girls in detention for the rest of their adolescent years. Running down the hallways and into the lush bathroom, she pulled out her phone and pulled up Kate’s number. She stopped to catch her breath right as she hit “send.”
Kate’s voice was frantic when she picked up the phone. It’s normal sing-song timbre had become irregular and gruff. She sniffled to punctuate her sentences. She sounded hoarse, almost sickly. “I’m freaking out. I can’t deal with this.” She blubbered.
“Yes you can.” Blair replied, cooing into the phone. “Just tell me what happened.”
Kate recounted the whole story. Dana Karofsky, the head of the cheerleading squad, had always held a special place of contempt for her. The teasing started off simple enough... a throwaway comment here, slipping a note into her locker there. Pretty soon, the phrase, “Kate Hummel is a dyke” was scribbled on the bathroom wall. There was no proof, but she knew who it was. There was no question. Before long, Karofsky was pushing Kate into lockers. Her lackey, Azalea Adams, had joined in the fun as well, throwing slushies in Kate's face and kicking the backs of her knees whenever the opportunity arose. And then, everything changed.
Kate's voice broke. “Blair, I can't. I just can't anymore.”
“It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if it makes you too uncomfortable.” Blair sighed, although she really wanted to hear what happened.
“No, I want to tell you.” Kate muttered. “It's just tough.”
“I understand. Take your time.” Blair said.
Kate took a deep breath. “Karofsky pushed me into a locker and I fell. I was sitting on the ground, about to cry, and you sent me a text saying 'courage.' Great timing, I guess.”
Blair smiled. She knew exactly the text that Kate was talking about. Kate had texted her earlier that day, saying that she was having a bad day. Blair had responded with her go-to “courage” text that she used to make people feel better. It was a word she could always use to show affection for someone when she wasn't sure what to say.
Kate continued the story. “I was that text, and I knew I had to do something. I had to stand up to her. So I followed her into the girls' locker room. I told her to shut up, that she couldn't punch the gay out of me any more than I could punch the ignorance out of her.”
“And then?” Blair asked, dreading the answer.
“She kissed me, Blair. She grabbed my face and kissed me.”
Blair couldn't speak. She stood in the bathroom, mouth agape, just breathing. She could hear Kate crying on the other line. “I'm skipping my next class. We need to meet up and work this out.” She finally answered.
“I can't make you do that.” Kate sniffled.
“You aren't making me. I want to do it.” Blair told her. “I'll meet you at McKinley in an hour.”
Sure enough, an hour later, the two girls were leaned up against the chickenwire fence that enclosed a staircase down to the school courtyard. The sun was beating down on Blair's blazer, making her sweat a little bit. Kate fiddled with a thread on her tank top. She was dressed, as usual, more like she was ready to strut down a runway than down the hallways of a public school in Ohio. Blair looked at her with a kind of maternal pride. She was glad to be seen with this person, to have someone so completely secure in her life.
“Maybe she's not coming.” Kate shrugged, forcing Blair out of her reverie.
“You said she walks this way every day.” Blair stated. “She'll be by.”
As if on cue, Karofsky strutted by the duo, immersed in her own thoughts. Blair instinctively grabbed Kate's hand, squeezing her palm tight. Kate inhaled sharply, but squeezed onto her fingers nonetheless. Kate reached out and tapped Karofsky's shoulder. “We need to talk.” She stated quietly.
“We have nothing to talk about.” Karofsky mumbled.
Blair rolled her eyes. “Dana, right?” She offered her hand to the tall, broad-shouldered brunette.
“What's it to you?” Karofsky responded, re-doing her ponytail. “And more importantly, who the Hell are you?”
“My name is Blair Anderson. I'm a friend of Kate's. And I know what happened earlier today.” Blair smiled.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Karofsky grumbled. She ran a hand through her ponytail to smooth out any knots. Her eyes darted between Kate and Blair, full of anger and fear.
“Listen, Dana, I'm going to be honest with you. I know you're going through a tough time right now. But you're not alone. Kate and I both understand what you're going through all too well. And if you'd just talk to us about what you're feeling, you'd feel so much better.” Blair grabbed both sides of Karofsky's hands with her own. She quickly wiggled free and darted down the stairs.
Turning around to take one last look at the two girls, Karofsky spat, “Get away from me you... you freaks.” She stormed away.
“Well, she's not coming out any time soon.” Blair sighed, leaning back against the fence. Kate laughed nervously, and Blair pulled her in for a short hug.
Media: Fanfic
Rating: PG (for homophobic slurs and general bullying)
Genre: angst/romance
Word count: 1000ish
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Karofsky
Summary: Kate has an emergency and calls Blair in to help.
Blair was in the middle of Latin class, listening to Jennifer recite a portion of the Aeneid, when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching, she unlocked the screen and read a text from Kate.
“911. I need to talk NOW.”
Blair surveyed the room again. Jennifer’s monotone was putting everyone into a deep stupor. Wendy was fast asleep on her desk. The redhead next to her, Toni, was snoring almost in time with Jennifer’s recitation. Even the teacher, Ms. Merriweather, looked like her eyelids might close at any minute. Blair realized that if she can keep her chair from squeaking on the tiled floors, no one would even notice she was gone. She slowly pushed her chair back to give her enough room to leave. Silence. She made a mad rush for the door, grabbing the hall pass on the way out just to be safe. You never knew when Headmaster Smith was roaming the halls, just waiting to put girls in detention for the rest of their adolescent years. Running down the hallways and into the lush bathroom, she pulled out her phone and pulled up Kate’s number. She stopped to catch her breath right as she hit “send.”
Kate’s voice was frantic when she picked up the phone. It’s normal sing-song timbre had become irregular and gruff. She sniffled to punctuate her sentences. She sounded hoarse, almost sickly. “I’m freaking out. I can’t deal with this.” She blubbered.
“Yes you can.” Blair replied, cooing into the phone. “Just tell me what happened.”
Kate recounted the whole story. Dana Karofsky, the head of the cheerleading squad, had always held a special place of contempt for her. The teasing started off simple enough... a throwaway comment here, slipping a note into her locker there. Pretty soon, the phrase, “Kate Hummel is a dyke” was scribbled on the bathroom wall. There was no proof, but she knew who it was. There was no question. Before long, Karofsky was pushing Kate into lockers. Her lackey, Azalea Adams, had joined in the fun as well, throwing slushies in Kate's face and kicking the backs of her knees whenever the opportunity arose. And then, everything changed.
Kate's voice broke. “Blair, I can't. I just can't anymore.”
“It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if it makes you too uncomfortable.” Blair sighed, although she really wanted to hear what happened.
“No, I want to tell you.” Kate muttered. “It's just tough.”
“I understand. Take your time.” Blair said.
Kate took a deep breath. “Karofsky pushed me into a locker and I fell. I was sitting on the ground, about to cry, and you sent me a text saying 'courage.' Great timing, I guess.”
Blair smiled. She knew exactly the text that Kate was talking about. Kate had texted her earlier that day, saying that she was having a bad day. Blair had responded with her go-to “courage” text that she used to make people feel better. It was a word she could always use to show affection for someone when she wasn't sure what to say.
Kate continued the story. “I was that text, and I knew I had to do something. I had to stand up to her. So I followed her into the girls' locker room. I told her to shut up, that she couldn't punch the gay out of me any more than I could punch the ignorance out of her.”
“And then?” Blair asked, dreading the answer.
“She kissed me, Blair. She grabbed my face and kissed me.”
Blair couldn't speak. She stood in the bathroom, mouth agape, just breathing. She could hear Kate crying on the other line. “I'm skipping my next class. We need to meet up and work this out.” She finally answered.
“I can't make you do that.” Kate sniffled.
“You aren't making me. I want to do it.” Blair told her. “I'll meet you at McKinley in an hour.”
Sure enough, an hour later, the two girls were leaned up against the chickenwire fence that enclosed a staircase down to the school courtyard. The sun was beating down on Blair's blazer, making her sweat a little bit. Kate fiddled with a thread on her tank top. She was dressed, as usual, more like she was ready to strut down a runway than down the hallways of a public school in Ohio. Blair looked at her with a kind of maternal pride. She was glad to be seen with this person, to have someone so completely secure in her life.
“Maybe she's not coming.” Kate shrugged, forcing Blair out of her reverie.
“You said she walks this way every day.” Blair stated. “She'll be by.”
As if on cue, Karofsky strutted by the duo, immersed in her own thoughts. Blair instinctively grabbed Kate's hand, squeezing her palm tight. Kate inhaled sharply, but squeezed onto her fingers nonetheless. Kate reached out and tapped Karofsky's shoulder. “We need to talk.” She stated quietly.
“We have nothing to talk about.” Karofsky mumbled.
Blair rolled her eyes. “Dana, right?” She offered her hand to the tall, broad-shouldered brunette.
“What's it to you?” Karofsky responded, re-doing her ponytail. “And more importantly, who the Hell are you?”
“My name is Blair Anderson. I'm a friend of Kate's. And I know what happened earlier today.” Blair smiled.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Karofsky grumbled. She ran a hand through her ponytail to smooth out any knots. Her eyes darted between Kate and Blair, full of anger and fear.
“Listen, Dana, I'm going to be honest with you. I know you're going through a tough time right now. But you're not alone. Kate and I both understand what you're going through all too well. And if you'd just talk to us about what you're feeling, you'd feel so much better.” Blair grabbed both sides of Karofsky's hands with her own. She quickly wiggled free and darted down the stairs.
Turning around to take one last look at the two girls, Karofsky spat, “Get away from me you... you freaks.” She stormed away.
“Well, she's not coming out any time soon.” Blair sighed, leaning back against the fence. Kate laughed nervously, and Blair pulled her in for a short hug.