All My Love

In the Closet

Kurt was so happy his father was getting out of the hospital the next day. He was walking on air and probably should have been paying attention to where he was going but accidentally bounced off Dave Karofsky.

Karofsky glared. "Watch where you're going!"

"I'm sorry." Kurt shook, terrified of Karofsky.

"You'll see sorry." Karofsky stomped off.

Kurt bowed his head, trying not to cry. Karofsky scared the living hell out of him and it embarrassed him because he didn't want to be scared of anyone.

Today now sucked.

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Mal wasn't used to his new body. He'd shot up a foot in three days and it was giving him a headache. Plus, he kept bumping into things.

Finn smirked when he saw him rubbing his forehead. "It gets easier."

Mal frowned as he stopped rubbing. "What?"

"Being this tall. It gets easier."

"I hate this. I keep smacking my head on things, I can't reach anything below my knees and Marce is scared of me."

"Why is Marcy afraid of you?"

"I think I just look too different. It doesn't help that my voice seems to have dropped to the damn basement."

Finn laughed. "She'll get over it. She just has to get used to you. When I grew, my mom looked at me like I was Big Foot."

"When did she stop?"

Finn stilled. "Sometimes she still does."

Mal smirked. "Thanks, Finn."

"No problem."

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Santana was walking down the hall when she heard whispers. Usually she wouldn't care (she was self absorbed) but it sounded like they were talking about her.

She slowed and definitely caught her name.

She went to the first person alone and held up a fist. "You've got something to say?!"

The young girl gulped. "No, Santana!"

"Then why are you whispering about me?!"

The girl shook, frightened mightily. "It's not me! They were talking about you!"

Santana turned. "You've got a problem?!"

The kids scattered.

Santana snarled. "Keep my name out of your mouth!"

The girl nodded so hard, anyone left in the hall thought her neck would snap. "Yes, Santana!"

Santana let her go and she fled. Santana straightened her uniform and continued walking.

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Mike walked in the choir room and saw Artie by himself. "Hey? Can we talk?"

"Yeah. What's up, homie?" Artie was just setting up for the emergency meeting.

"There's talk going around about Santana and Brittany."

"Really?" Artie frowned.

"Yeah. And you." Mike didn't like this at all. "They're saying that the only reason they're dating you is because they want to be together without being gay."

Artie scowled. "People!"

Mike relaxed. "Your relationship is your business."

"But...?"