Changed For Good? (Klaine)

Chapter 4

Mercedes POV~

we suddenly heard footprints pounding behind us. i expected it to be blaine, but when i heard a voice yell "hey! ladies! wait up!" i knew it wasnt him; it was puck.

we both turned to face the running teen. "what do you want, puckerman." rachel snapped, crossing her arms. "im coming with you two." he said, "ive dealt with the skanks before." 

"ugh. fine." she sighed. "but keep up."

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we arrived at the infamous skanks bleachers and walked to the fence where they hung out. "oh its puckerman-" they froze and glared at me and rachel. "and two good girls." they smirked. i wouldve gone at them but puck spoke up saying "we're here to see quinn and kurt. we know they're here."

"quinny, kurtie. some goody two shoes and a mock bad boy are here to see you." they sneered. 

soon enough quinn and kurt walked over. quinn with a cigarette held between two fingers, kurt with a bottle of jack (a/n- thanks ke$ha for this line! XP), and their hands entertwined. 

"what'd you want?" kurt spat. "we want you to come back to glee, white boy! we need your voice!" i exclaimed. "sure." he drawled. "you need me about as much as i need a cheating, gel-head, hobbit of an ex. which i do have. sadly. but who cares about that now that i have my quinny." he said, wrapping an arm around her and nuzzling his nose into her cheek. "kurtie! stop!" she squealed. "what happened to being gay, kurt?" rachel said, sounding quite outraged. "who knows, maybe im bi." he said shrugging his shoulders. "didnt you say that that was just what gay guys in high school used when they wanted to hold hands with girls to blaine when i asked him out?!" kurt visibly paled. we got him. "who knows at this point. i mightve just been brainwashed by that asshole." puck sighed.

"kurt, cmon. what even happened before school started!?" he yelled.

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kurts POV~

~~~a few days earlier (the day quinn texted me)~~~

i met quinn outside the lima bean. "whats up q?" i asked walking over. before answering, she ran forward and enveloped me in a hug. she then pulled back and looked up at me with misty eyes. "im sorry." she said. "now, i have a proposition for you." she said smiling. "whats up?" i asked. "wanna get over him? because i have some stuff to get over too and i cant go through my plan alone." she said smirking. "i dont know, quinn." i said sadly, scratching at my clothes-covered wrists which held my cuts. "it'll involve hurting blaine and anyone else whos ever given us shit." she said smiling. "so whats this amazing plan." i said, "i cant lose much more."

she grabbed my arm, pulled up my sleeve and kissed my cuts; which stung but was still calming. "now lets go."

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"let me get this straight: we're joining the skanks?!"

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"hair, check! piercings, check! clothes, check! tattoos, check!" quinn squealed smiling. "now time for optional step 5! jealousy!" "and how are we doing that? hm? new boyfriends, perhaps?" i said smirking. "like i said, this is optional. i say we pretend to date. now before you voice your protests-" "im in." i interrupted. "really? im shocked youre up for it." she said. "we're already in this... what else do we have to lose?" she smiled. "now step 6. smoking and drinking." i smiled. maybe this will help after all.

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After that, everything got better; sure life was a hazy blur, but at least we were numb to pain now. me and quinn now were pretending to be dating, which was quite fun. i mean, sure i did date brittney, but something about my 'relationship' with quinn was new and exciting and also a little risky. but whatever, quinn helped me, my heart was now safe.

~~~Present time~~~

i leered at my old friends. "Im fine." i said firmly. "im just done taking peoples shit." "kurt," mercedes began. "we know you! we know both of you." i rolled my eyes. "cant you see we want to help?!" "like i said, im fine. ever since i got to this dumbass school, all ive ever gotten wa shit. from the football team," i said glaring at puck. "from karofsky, from the cheerios... hell, ive even got the short end of the stick from Mr. Schue and the rest of the glee club!" they all looked shocked and slightly hurt at this outburst. "what are you even talking about , kurt?!" rachel fumed. "the glee club has been nothing but a second and protecting home for you! and youre just going to turn your back on us like that?!" "rachel, get the fuck over yourself." i said snidely, smirking at her horrified expression. "think of it this way, you have less competion for your numerous mediocre solos! you can wear all the horrible sweaters you want! but im not coming back." they all looked apalled. "oh and could you record a message for my dear, sweet blainey?" puck nodded and pulled out his phone, seeing that the other two girls were too numb to do anything, and pressed record.

"hey asshole. do you miss me yet, hobbit? 'cause i sure as hell dont miss you! i hope youre happy now. this is all your fault. so i have a few choice words for you mister. fuck you, or not fuck you since i'll obviously be busy with my quinny. youre finally free. you can enjoy fucking sebastion or anyone else in that slut bar, scandals. see what i care! so, farewell my dear gel-haired, bow-tie loving, hobbit ex! the kurt you apparantly 'loved' is gone. and theres no way hes coming back now."