Will stood in Kurt's tidy little bedroom, fit for a princess, and inspected the expired tub of moisturizer which triggered Kurt's shrinking. The tub looked small in Mr Schue's large hand (Especially to Kurt, who was tucked into the man's jeans pocket) but he supposed he could make it last. Will had been fantasising for too long about enacting some deep and satisfying dominance over his students. Now that he held the key to power right in his palm, he was going to have as much fun with it as he could.
Mr Schue (Master Schue, as Kurt had been ordered to call him) stalked downstairs and let himself out before Mr Hummel came in from work. He stuffed little Kurt deeper in his pocket before he exited the house, just in case the shrunken boy's dad got home early. In that case he'd still be able to make up some excuse and breeze by with Burt's only son tucked securely in his pocket.
The empowered giant got in his car, carefully stowed the moisturizer in his glove box, and drove straight to ...
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