"Quinn Fabray, look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that you don't love me! Tell me that you don't love me right now so I can leave you the hell alone and never bother you ever again!"
"I...I can't."
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(Beau's Wedding Outfit)
chapter sixteen; I'll protect you B E A U
"Thank you for keeping your word to Quinn and getting the other guys involved. That was very noble of you." I heard Rachel say while I was grabbing my textbooks for my next class.
"I don't break promises. Plus I intend on keeping it as long as Kurt goes to this school." I replied as I shut my locker. "I'm sorry you had to get the black eye and swollen lip." She apologized as she kept walking with me.
"It's nothing compared to what I did to Dave. I busted his lip and I made his nose bleed." I informed her nonchalantly.
"I care a lot about Kurt so if that means me getting a black eye and a busted lip then so be it." I stated and she gave me a smile. "I'm happy he has a brother like you." Rachel smiled.
"Thanks. See you tomorrow." I smiled as I shut my locker. I walked through the front door, I immediately heard the living room tv playing.
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Finn, Kurt, Burt, and I were in the choir room teaching Burt how to dance. I'd be lying if I said it was easy. This man has two left feet and the rhythm of a snail. It took us thirty minutes just to get the hand placements right.
"Dad, you're gonna have to pull off the first dance with b Carole and if uncle Andy's 40th birthday party was any indication, you're going to need some work." Kurt told Burt bluntly.
"What are you talking about? My moves were great, okay? It was the damn sangria. Affected my coordination." Burt complained. "We dance to the beat, not to the words." Kurt smiled as he pulled Burt to the center of the room.
"How come Beau don't need dance lessons?" My older brother asked. "Cause unlike you two, I actually have rhythm and can dance." I laughed as I folded my arms.
As they were practicing, I looked outside of the choir room and saw Dave. I wasn't the only one who saw Dave mock Kurt. Burt and Finn saw it too. "What the hell was that?" Burt asked seriously.
"It's nothing, dad." Kurt lied. "That was not nothing. That guy was making fun of you. What the hell's his name?" My stepdad questioned. "Tell him Kurt." Finn said. "Tell me what?" Burt asked confusedly.
"Tell him, or I will." Finn threatened. "His name is Dave. He's been harassing me for a few weeks. Which is how Beau got his black eye. He fought him in my honor." Kurt explained.
"So, Kurt was the guy you were talking about?" Burt asked me and I nodded. "There's more. There's something you're not telling me." Burt stated. "He threatened to kill me." Kurt admitted and my eyes went wide.
I dashed out of the choir room to go find Dave. "Beau, wait!" Finn shouted. I hauled him down before I shoved him against the lockers. "What the hell man?!" Dave shouted as I grabbed his collar.
