They’re Never Going to Let Me Forget ThisPrompter:
WMHS has a new wood-shop teacher, and he's never liked bullies. Oh my Gaga - a teacher that actually notices?!Timeline:
Season 2-ish for Glee, post Season 7 for Buffy. Rating:
PG-13 (Language issues)Disclaimer:
Not mine, never was, never will be. Song belongs to Bonnie Tyler. I’m just a poor aspiring author dabbling in fanfiction and writing a zombie hunter romance in my spare time. Please don’t sue.
“Let me take my jacket off first,” Kurt said.
“Okay, fine,” Karofsky said, nodding at the rest of the football team to back off as Kurt took off his jacket and designer bag and put them off to the side. As soon as the articles left Kurt’s hands, he was hoisted up an tossed into the dumpster. Just before he was released, Kurt could vaguely hear someone calling out.
“Hey! Hey! Put that kid down.”
A few muttered ‘shit’s, ‘fuck’s and ‘let’s get out of here’s and Kurt could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps running away. Soon after that, a face appeared over the edge of the dumpster.
“Hey, are you okay?” the man asked. He definitely wasn’t a student – as youthful as his grin and exuberance was, he was definitely older than a teenager – but the thing that really struck Kurt was the fact that he had a freaking eyepatch.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kurt said with a sigh, getting up. He found himself hauled out of the dumpster and back onto his feet in no time.
“That your bag over there?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt replied, moving to get his things. He looked at the man oddly. “Who are you?”
“Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man,” the man replied with a goofy grin. Kurt looked at him funny. “No comic book references. Gotcha. Xander Harris, shop teacher.” He stuck his hand out to shake.
“What happened to Mr. Clarke?” Kurt asked.
“Unfortunate shop accident,” Xander replied.
“And they thought you would be better for the job?” Kurt asked, looking warily at Xander’s eyepatch.
“Wasn’t a shop accident,” Xander replied with a shrug.
“Oh,” Kurt said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously awkward. “Well, thank you, Mr. Harris.”
“Don’t mention it,” Xander replied, waving him off. “See you around.”
“Yeah, see you,” Kurt said, turning and walking briskly up to the school.
Mercedes wasn’t going to /believe/ this.
Rachel was at her locker later that day, minding her business when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, someone jumping in front of her. She could feel the spatter of a slushie, but it was mostly blocked by the figure standing in front of her. The football players who had attempted to toss the slushie in her face had expressions of sheer terror on their faces. Rachel only got a glimpse of their faces before they turned and sprinted down the hallway.
“Yeah, you’d better run,” the person, man, muttered. He turned his attention to Rachel, wiping the blue slush from his eyes. “Damn, that’s cold. You okay?”
“You... you’re not a student,” Rachel said, surprised.
“Nope,” Xander replied. “Just your regular, ordinary white knight.”
“White knight?” Rachel asked, looking at him oddly.
“That’s it, I have got to stop using clever introductions,” Xander said, rolling his eyes. “Xander Harris, shop teacher.”
“Rachel Berry, future star,” Rachel replied automatically. “Wait... you’re a teacher?”
“Last time I checked,” Xander replied. “Why?”
“You stood up for me,” Rachel said.
“Isn’t that kind of part of the job description, making sure the students are safe?” Xander asked.
“I suppose,” Rachel said. “It’s just not something that happens all that often. Thank you.”
“As I said to the other kid, don’t mention it,” Xander said, waving her off. Rachel smiled a little as she turned and left Xander in the middle of the hallway.
He cursed a little under his breath – the slushie was seeping into his skin and he could feel goosebumps springing up on his skin. There went his lunch hour.
Xander was beginning to think that he was going to have to bring in the Council goons to give the school a wake-up call. The blatant disregard for bullying was something that was making him physically ill. However, he could let boys will be boys, provided that they were mostly on even footing. However, Xander really didn’t like seeing girls getting picked on by the entire football team. Maybe it was the fact that he had two female best friends and had lived with a bunch of women for years, but there was something about that that just completely rattled him.
There was something, though, that really bothered Xander, even more than seeing women getting picked on, was disabled kids being picked on. He’d seen Artie around, had him in one of his classes, and the kid was sharp. Funny, too. So when Xander was walking to his car after school and saw him being rolled into a port-a-john by one of the football players, there was no way he could stand by and let it happen.
“Hey!” Xander called out, angry. The kid glanced at him before he turned his attention back to Artie, pushing the door closed. Xander saw red as he stalked up to the football player, finally at a size and level of experience that he was an even match to the football players. He reached the football player and grabbed his jacket, pulling him away from the port-a-john and shoving him away. Xander was about to open the port-a-john when the football player came at him, full tilt, with no signs of stopping. Xander sidestepped out of the way, and the football player was going fast enough that he couldn’t avoid the light pole that had been just to the left of Xander. He collided with it, momentarily knocking himself out, giving Xander the time to rescue Artie.
“Mr. Harris?” Artie asked, puzzled, when Xander opened the door. He looked at the football player, knocked out cold. “You didn’t do that, did you?”
“It’s not my fault of he decided to run into a pole,” Xander replied. “You okay?”
“I’ve had worse,” Artie replied with a shrug.
“It shouldn’t be like that,” Xander muttered darkly. Sunnydale had ignored most of the bullying, but even then it didn’t get this bad. The most Xander had had to deal with when he was at Sunnydale High were the cheerleaders making snide comments about him and Larry shoving him into the lockers once in a while.
“Pardon?” Artie asked.
“Nothing,” Xander replied, shaking his head. “Are one of your parents coming to pick you up?”
“They’re going to have to,” Artie replied, taking his phone out of his pocket. “I missed my bus. My dad’s going to be angry.”
“He doesn’t hit you, does he?” Xander asked. The only thing Xander hated more than bullies were abusive parents.
“No, no!” Artie exclaimed. “Not like that at all. I just know he’ll be annoyed because this is the third time I’ve missed my bus in the last week and a half. I’ll get a lecture about responsibility and being on time for things.”
“Well, if your dad gives you any problems, tell him to give me a call at the school and I’ll back you up,” Xander said with a goofy, lopsided grin.
“Thanks,” Artie said. “I appreciate that.”
“No problem,” Xander said. He watched Artie roll away, following at a short distance under the guise that he was heading towards his own car. He stopped three kids from being seriously injured in one day. Even growing up on the Hellmouth, stuff like that didn’t happen. Xander decided that calling in Giles and the Council and throwing their weight around could wait a little bit, although if things went downhill fast, the nonexistent timeline was going to be moved up fast.
Xander had been there nearly two weeks when he found the note in his faculty mail slot. It had been two weeks of telling off bullies, reporting them to the administration and taking another three slushies for Kurt, Tina and Jacob Ben-Israel, although Xander suspected the creepy little kid kind of deserved it, even if it wasn’t right.
The note was pink, and sparkly, and it invited him to come to the auditorium after school that day. Xander had a sneaking suspicion who it was from, and he really hoped he didn’t have to let the note-writer down easy from her crush on a teacher. That would be not of the good, and he knew Willow, Buffy, Dawn and the minis wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if they ever found out.
It was with a little trepidation that Xander arrived at the auditorium. The entire Glee club was there, as well as Mr. Schuester. Xander had eaten lunch with the man and the guidance counsellor a few times and would probably count him as a friend somewhere down the line if he stayed at McKinley long enough.
“Glad you could make it,” Schuester said, shaking Xander’s hand as he met Xander at the door.
“To be honest, I couldn’t not come,” Xander replied. “Curiosity killing the cat and everything.”
“Well, the kids put together a little something for you,” Schuester replied.
“Sounds interesting,” Xander replied as Schuester led him into the classroom. Rachel beamed up at him as soon as she spotted him.
“Mr, Harris, so glad you could make it,” Rachel said, nearly vibrating in excitement. “The Glee clubbers and I have put together a little something to show our appreciation.”
“Er, thank you?” Xander said, sounding a little uncertain as Schuester led him to a place in the middle of the auditorium, probably the acoustic sweet spot. Xander hadn’t expected anything like this – he was doing his job, nothing more, nothing less.
The piano started up and Rachel stepped into the middle of the stage. A spotlight was aimed at her and Xander glanced up at the box – sure enough, there were a few AV guys up there, controlling the lights. “Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need.”
The rest of the Glee club came onto the stage and the lights came up and the tempo picked up until they were in the middle of an 80’s rock-dance number. “I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet”
Xander could feel himself blushing as he sunk lower in his chair, touched that someone would do something like this for him. Was this how Buffy felt when she was given the “Class Protector” award at senior prom? Xander didn’t know, but he had a feeling that it was probably similar. “Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear that there's someone somewhere
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood”
“Your kids are good,” Xander said to Schuester after the big finale, keeping his voice down as he clapped.
“They’re a special group,” Schuester replied. “And some of the best performers I’ve known. I just wish they got more recognition around here.”
“You’ve got me in your corner,” Xander said. “Maybe we can take on Sue together. Think she might be part troll?”
Schuester looked at him in surprised as Xander turned his attention back to the Glee kids, who were all beaming at him, even the cheerleaders and the football players. Xander grinned, feeling appreciated, although another thought crossed his mind as he applauded.
Buffy, Willow and Dawn definitely weren’t going to let him forget this.