Smooth Criminal

Chapter Two

     I was standing with Kurt as the student body went into the polls for the senior class president, holding his hand for support. I could see that stupid school blogger, Jacob Ben Israel over Rachel's shoulder, interviewing Britney and Santana. He's been irritating Kurt for the last couple weeks, and he's making Kurt even more nervous now. After he's finished with his interview Santana and Brittany, he and his friend carrying the camera turn and walk in our direction.

     "Can I get one more interview?" He asks Kurt.

     I stuck my hand out and pushed the camera away from us and told him to screw off. I gripped Kurt's hand even tighter, trying to comfort him.

     "No more, get out of here," I told Jacob, and he walked away to talk to someone else.

     "I feel like a lamb, waiting to be slaughtered" Kurt spoke up.

     "it's okay Kurt, I'm sure everything will be just fine," I told him, with a hug.

      "Chin up, it's not over until all the votes are counted," Finn said backing me up.

      I then decided it was time that I go and vote, so I walked over to one of the booths with my ballot in hand. I obviously voted for Kurt because, Britney was insane, hockey guy wasn't very smart, and I agree with what Kurt stands for. I really hope he wins, he needs this election to go his way or he may not get into NYADA. I wanted him to get in so bad, this school meant everything to him and I wanted to help in any way I could.

     I slid the paper through the slot and watched as it fell into the box with the rest, then walked out.

                                                                                           ~~~

     I was standing across from the hallway from Santana's locker reading a book, when I noticed a guy in a varsity jacket who I haven't seen before, walk up to her, this can't be good.

     "Saw the commercial" Thet stated, " smokin' "

     "Who are you?" Santana asked him.

     "Josh Comen, sophomore rugby captain" he answered, "girls like you are a challenge, you just need the right guy to straighten you out, and I'm just that guy"

     I slammed my book and pushed off the row of lockers that I was leaning against and took this as a good time to butt into the conversation "move along moron, she's not interested"

     "Move your busted creeper ass," I heard Mercedes say "now"

     "Easy girls" he spoke, "I'm just trying to make her normal."

     Then Britney joined the group "she is normal"

     Quinn spoke next "it's not a choice, but if it were, you'd be our last choice"

     "Oh I get it, your all a bunch of lesbos"

      That's the best this idiot can come up, I think he should get his head checked because that was an incredibly stupid answer to say to a bunch of pissed off girls. Especially when that group of girls is us in protective mode.

     "So what if we are, you don't stand a chance either way" that was Rachel.

     "Bye-Bye," we said in unison, as we started off down the hall towards the choir room as we began singing.

This was never the way I planned

Not my intention

     We swayed and moved down the hall behind Santana as she sang, making quite a scene for Santana's Glee assignment. When we got into the choir room, we continued the song as the boys and Trouble Tones sat and watched until the song finished.

It felt so wrong

It felt so right

Don't mean I'm in love tonight

I kissed a girl and I liked it

I liked it

      "Okay, update y'all" Santana spoke up "um, I told my parents last night, and they were actually okay with it"

     We all gasped and cheered for her, I pulled her into a side hug full of pride. She wrapped her arm around my waist before continuing.

     "Anyway, I just have to tell my Abuela before she sees that commercial, luckily she only watches Univision," we laughed along with her.

                                                                                             ~~~

      After the little event of Kurt losing the election because Rachel stuffed the ballot boxes, I grabbed my longboard out of my locker and walked out of the school to skate home. The week had been stressful and long but now I could go home to my bed, cat and reruns of Doctor Who, away from everyone else to just recharge.