Misdirection 5/5
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bymagajonesMisdirection by BymagaJones
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Chapter 11 - Puck’s First Plan
In his few dealings with Miss Pillsbury, Puck hadn’t found her to be helpful. Maybe her pamphlets could be used to wipe his ass if the toilet paper ran out in the bathroom, but that was about it. This time, he really hoped she’d help him figure out a way to save Hummel. Because of that damn promise, he couldn’t tell her exactly what was happening, but he figured he’d just tell her about a friend of his and keep it general.
“I totally understand, Puck,” Miss Pillsbury said, her huge eyes looking at him earnestly and making him feel a little uncomfortable. She reached for the stand behind her chair and pulled out some pamphlets, handing them to him.
Curious, he looked down and read the first one, “The Truth Will Set You Free - Telling On Someone Isn’t Ratting Out”, barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes in disgust.
The second pamphlet was even worse. “I Am My Friend - Asking For And Accepting Help From Others”. He looked up at her. “Miss Pillsbury, I really do have a friend. I’m a badass; I’d totally be able to handle it myself I had this problem.”
“Sure you would,” she said in that placating tone of voice that made him want to shove a dirty old rag in her face and watch her peel away in disgust. She continued to talk about how he - or his friend - could always come to her with any of their problems. Once he realized she really wasn’t going to be any help, he tuned her out and started trying to help himself.
By the time he’d managed to edge himself out of Miss Pillsbury’s office, he had come up with a plan and knew what he had to do.
Chapter 12 - The Aftermath
Thursday night had easily been the worst in Kurt’s life. Max Bolt had hurt him worse, but he’d never felt so humiliated, so alone, so defeated as he did that night. He realized, as he’d put on the humiliating scraps that became some sort of black lace bikini, that it wasn’t going to get any better. There was no one he could turn to, no one who would believe him. As he laid in bed that night, still shaking from what had happened, he’d thought about just ending it, killing himself and stopping the misery.
But then he’d felt someone get in bed beside him, pull him into an embrace and just hold him. The small gesture sent him over the edge, and he cried harder than when his mother had died, huge sobs shaking the entire bed, and that entire time, nothing was said, the only sounds in the room Finn’s snores and Kurt’s snuffles.
When Finn woke him after he’d overslept again, he automatically looked around but found no traces that anyone else had been in his bed.
Because he’d been suck a jerk, Kurt didn’t hear the news until Monday morning at school, where everyone was whispering about it and had been talking about it most of the weekend. First he only caught snatches of conversation as people passed. “I can’t believe it…” “Do you think he did it?” “Not Max Bolt!”
Finally, he grabbed Jacob Ben Israel. “What’s going on?”
“You don’t know? Oh, that’s right. You’ve been busy pissing everyone off.” Obviously excited about being able to break the story to one more person, he said excitedly, “Max Bolt was arrested on Saturday, and rumour has it he’s going to go back to Michigan to stand trial for murdering some kid there.”
“How did they find out?” Kurt asked, surprise making him talk before realizing how he sounded.
Fortunately, Jacob was too excited about the news to pay much attention. “Evidently, he got drunk and confessed to someone.”
“But why would they believe -”
“Evidently the person gave details that only someone who’d actually killed him would know, like where the body was buried and how it looked.”
“Wow,” Kurt muttered, leaning against the wall. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around it all. “How could he be arrested? He’s what? Seventeen?”
“Yeah, but this was one grisly murder. Plus, they’re saying it was a hate crime, because the kid was gay. They’re probably going to try him as an adult.” Jacob looked at Kurt. “You’re lucky he didn’t target you.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said faintly, barely noticing when Jacob rushed off to share more information with someone else.
Was it really over? He pressed his hands against his cheeks, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He felt his body shudder as his breath began to quicken. Suddenly he knew he had to leave; he couldn’t stay in school, not with everyone around, not knowing that he was finally free, after all this time.
Wiping the tears off his cheeks, his head lowered so that no one would notice that he couldn’t seem to stop crying, he pushed his way through the hall, trying to get to a door. He felt someone take his arm and just followed where it pulled until he felt the cold smack against his skin. His face was shoved into a scratchy wool, and while part of him was aghast at the abrasions against his fragile skin, he needed the contact even more.
He wasn’t sure how long it took before he regained control of himself and pulled away, looking up to find Puck staring at him in concern.
“Do you need to hurl or anything?”
“No,” Kurt said faintly, tired and relieved and just bone-deep exhausted. He looked up into the sky, absently noticing the dark, heavy clouds that signaled more snow. He thought back and said, “About Thursday night -”
“Don’t mention it,” Puck said, a corner of his mouth lifting. “Ever.”
Kurt smiled back, the feeling unnatural now after so many weeks of misery. The smile disappeared when he realized that it had to have been Puck who’d turned Max in to the cops. “How did you know?”
“How did I know what?”
“About Max?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Puck’s exaggerated innocence made Kurt roll his eyes.
“Jacob Ben Israel said that someone turned him in, and while he’s a real…”
“Douche?” Puck supplied helpfully.
Kurt shook his head but didn’t correct him. “He tends to get his facts straight. Now I know it wasn’t me. It had to be you. How did you know?”
Puck shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kurt didn’t buy it, but he wasn’t about to grill the one person who might have just saved his life. “Well, thanks anyway.”
Puck shrugged one shoulder. “It’s nothing that your everyday heeb hero wouldn’t do.”
Kurt gave him a sideways look. “Isn’t that a slur?”
“We’re taking it back, baby. It’s now empowering.”
“Empowering,” Kurt said, his voice thoughtful. I like that.” He sniffed delicately. Puck gave him a few tissues, and Kurt smiled as he blew his nose.
“Better?”
Kurt laughed, tilting his head up to let the flakes fall on his face. “Much better.”
The End
Cover Page here
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Chapter 11 - Puck’s First Plan
In his few dealings with Miss Pillsbury, Puck hadn’t found her to be helpful. Maybe her pamphlets could be used to wipe his ass if the toilet paper ran out in the bathroom, but that was about it. This time, he really hoped she’d help him figure out a way to save Hummel. Because of that damn promise, he couldn’t tell her exactly what was happening, but he figured he’d just tell her about a friend of his and keep it general.
“I totally understand, Puck,” Miss Pillsbury said, her huge eyes looking at him earnestly and making him feel a little uncomfortable. She reached for the stand behind her chair and pulled out some pamphlets, handing them to him.
Curious, he looked down and read the first one, “The Truth Will Set You Free - Telling On Someone Isn’t Ratting Out”, barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes in disgust.
The second pamphlet was even worse. “I Am My Friend - Asking For And Accepting Help From Others”. He looked up at her. “Miss Pillsbury, I really do have a friend. I’m a badass; I’d totally be able to handle it myself I had this problem.”
“Sure you would,” she said in that placating tone of voice that made him want to shove a dirty old rag in her face and watch her peel away in disgust. She continued to talk about how he - or his friend - could always come to her with any of their problems. Once he realized she really wasn’t going to be any help, he tuned her out and started trying to help himself.
By the time he’d managed to edge himself out of Miss Pillsbury’s office, he had come up with a plan and knew what he had to do.
Chapter 12 - The Aftermath
Thursday night had easily been the worst in Kurt’s life. Max Bolt had hurt him worse, but he’d never felt so humiliated, so alone, so defeated as he did that night. He realized, as he’d put on the humiliating scraps that became some sort of black lace bikini, that it wasn’t going to get any better. There was no one he could turn to, no one who would believe him. As he laid in bed that night, still shaking from what had happened, he’d thought about just ending it, killing himself and stopping the misery.
But then he’d felt someone get in bed beside him, pull him into an embrace and just hold him. The small gesture sent him over the edge, and he cried harder than when his mother had died, huge sobs shaking the entire bed, and that entire time, nothing was said, the only sounds in the room Finn’s snores and Kurt’s snuffles.
When Finn woke him after he’d overslept again, he automatically looked around but found no traces that anyone else had been in his bed.
Because he’d been suck a jerk, Kurt didn’t hear the news until Monday morning at school, where everyone was whispering about it and had been talking about it most of the weekend. First he only caught snatches of conversation as people passed. “I can’t believe it…” “Do you think he did it?” “Not Max Bolt!”
Finally, he grabbed Jacob Ben Israel. “What’s going on?”
“You don’t know? Oh, that’s right. You’ve been busy pissing everyone off.” Obviously excited about being able to break the story to one more person, he said excitedly, “Max Bolt was arrested on Saturday, and rumour has it he’s going to go back to Michigan to stand trial for murdering some kid there.”
“How did they find out?” Kurt asked, surprise making him talk before realizing how he sounded.
Fortunately, Jacob was too excited about the news to pay much attention. “Evidently, he got drunk and confessed to someone.”
“But why would they believe -”
“Evidently the person gave details that only someone who’d actually killed him would know, like where the body was buried and how it looked.”
“Wow,” Kurt muttered, leaning against the wall. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around it all. “How could he be arrested? He’s what? Seventeen?”
“Yeah, but this was one grisly murder. Plus, they’re saying it was a hate crime, because the kid was gay. They’re probably going to try him as an adult.” Jacob looked at Kurt. “You’re lucky he didn’t target you.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said faintly, barely noticing when Jacob rushed off to share more information with someone else.
Was it really over? He pressed his hands against his cheeks, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He felt his body shudder as his breath began to quicken. Suddenly he knew he had to leave; he couldn’t stay in school, not with everyone around, not knowing that he was finally free, after all this time.
Wiping the tears off his cheeks, his head lowered so that no one would notice that he couldn’t seem to stop crying, he pushed his way through the hall, trying to get to a door. He felt someone take his arm and just followed where it pulled until he felt the cold smack against his skin. His face was shoved into a scratchy wool, and while part of him was aghast at the abrasions against his fragile skin, he needed the contact even more.
He wasn’t sure how long it took before he regained control of himself and pulled away, looking up to find Puck staring at him in concern.
“Do you need to hurl or anything?”
“No,” Kurt said faintly, tired and relieved and just bone-deep exhausted. He looked up into the sky, absently noticing the dark, heavy clouds that signaled more snow. He thought back and said, “About Thursday night -”
“Don’t mention it,” Puck said, a corner of his mouth lifting. “Ever.”
Kurt smiled back, the feeling unnatural now after so many weeks of misery. The smile disappeared when he realized that it had to have been Puck who’d turned Max in to the cops. “How did you know?”
“How did I know what?”
“About Max?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Puck’s exaggerated innocence made Kurt roll his eyes.
“Jacob Ben Israel said that someone turned him in, and while he’s a real…”
“Douche?” Puck supplied helpfully.
Kurt shook his head but didn’t correct him. “He tends to get his facts straight. Now I know it wasn’t me. It had to be you. How did you know?”
Puck shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kurt didn’t buy it, but he wasn’t about to grill the one person who might have just saved his life. “Well, thanks anyway.”
Puck shrugged one shoulder. “It’s nothing that your everyday heeb hero wouldn’t do.”
Kurt gave him a sideways look. “Isn’t that a slur?”
“We’re taking it back, baby. It’s now empowering.”
“Empowering,” Kurt said, his voice thoughtful. I like that.” He sniffed delicately. Puck gave him a few tissues, and Kurt smiled as he blew his nose.
“Better?”
Kurt laughed, tilting his head up to let the flakes fall on his face. “Much better.”
The End
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Date: 2011-03-30 11:23 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you enjoyed the story; it means a lot since I've been enjoying your writing as well.
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Date: 2011-03-31 06:38 pm (UTC)Really. Quality writing. Amazing work.
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