The Unpredictable And The Orderly

V

After school, Kurt went directly to track tryouts.

"What's Lady Hummel doing here?" Puck questioned, causing everyone to look at him.

"Hm, I wonder what in the world I would be doing at track tryouts. Certainly not trying out for the team, that's preposterous." Kurt said sarcastically, taking his place. He heard Puck ask someone what preposterous meant and smirked.

"Next!" Becky called. She was captain of the Cheerios, and assisted Coach Sue in practically everything.

Kurt walked out to the track. Coach Sue called for him to run or sprint some specific distances, and he did them all with ease.

"Alright, now I need all of the following on the track." Sue called a bunch of names, including Kurt's. "Now, you all made the first cut. The rest of you, I don't know, go cry or something. Watch if you want to. The remaining are too many to fit on the track team, so you all need to run laps. Set an even pace and stick together. Whoever drops out will be cut, until we have enough. The one who runs the longest and is the last one standing becomes captain. No foul play, you will get cut immediately."

She blew a whistle and they all started running. Kurt was a bit irritated by his slow pace, but soon realized that Sue wasn't going to let them be slow.

"Double time!" She yelled.

"Triple time!" A boy dropped out.

"Times four time, I don't know the word for it!" Three more out.

She occasionally yelled out things, usually starting with 'you think this is hard?'

"Times five time!"

Soon they reached times ten speed, and the last person dropped out.

"Alright, no more cuts! Now just run like you mean it! I'm activating the counters, the amount of laps you run will affect whether you are captain or not! Now run!"

The group split apart, most of them getting slower. Kurt, however, was just getting started.

He began to sprint, running laps like nobody's business. Several people dropped out, keeling over with exhaustion.

Kurt began to run even faster, running as fast as he could. He became completely oblivious to tryouts, he was just running.

Running off his anger at himself, the anger at the truth the boys yelled at him about his weight... running off his frustration at the world.

He kept running, not noticing that he was the last one in. Everyone else was just staring at him, except the few who passed out. Coach Sue didn't even try to stop him, she just sat down and watched him run.

Soon Kurt snapped out of it, looking around him. He finished his lap, slowing down and looking at Sue. "Wait, I'm the last one in. Why didn't you tell me to stop?" He didn't even sound winded, which shocked the others.

"I just wanted to see you run, Porcelain." She said, leaning back and shrugging. "And you ran."

"Porcelain?"

"I give everyone nicknames. It was that or Tickle-me-dough-face. Or Gefling."

"Um, Porcelain is good."

"Dang it, I totally wanted you to chose tickle-me-dough-face. Anyway, you're captain. Now, I have a Cheerios try out to get to."

The rest of the people left, and Kurt walked to the auditorium. He waited with a number of girls, all nervous.

"Kurt Hummel" was called, and he walked to the auditorium. He did a series of flips and turns that he had, not having time to create a routine, before asking Coach Sue a question.

"I have another thing to show you, but I need my sais for it. I was wondering, do I have permission to bring them out? They're technically swords, but I've never lost control of them. Well, I hit a lamp once, but that was a long time ago." Kurt almost laughed, remembering Mercedes's expression, saying that he 'mutilated the lamp.'

"Swords? Of course, all routines need a bit of danger. I got a cannon once."

Kurt nodded, not exactly sure what to say to that, and took them out of his bag.

He twirled them a few times, getting the feel of them, before doing all the tricks he knew. When he finished, he put them back in the case.

"Well, welcome to the Cheerios, Porcelain." Coach Sue said, writing something down.

"Thank you."

"Shut it and leave, Pancake Face!" Becky yelled. He put his hands up in surrender and left, wondering how in the world his face even remotely resembled a pancake.