"Know what's funny, Q?" Kurt smirked as he took a drag of his cigarette. "That we were sat in this exact place before our lives turned around."

"I'm not talking to you, I'm just here to smoke, you know that." Quinn snapped, blowing out her smoke in Kurt's face.

Sighing, Kurt stood up infront of Quinn where she was sat. "I'm sorry, for breaking little blaineys heart."

"God. You're such a fucking jerk, Kurt. You've finally got someone completely in love with you and you fuck it up!" Quinn battled. Throwing her cigarette on the floor in anger.

"Why do you care, Q?" Kurt snarled. Stubbing his cigarette out on his hand, stupidly.

"Because I care about you!" She shouted, punching him in the arm, hard. "You're my bestfriend, Kurt."

"You care about me? Gosh, haven't heard that one since Blaine." It was over two weeks since Kurt and Blaine spoke. He'd quit glee club to just come smoke all day, screw his grades. Blaine was just a phase. He wanted a man who would fuck him until they both couldn't walk, he didn't want romance.

"Don't you say his name like he wasn't anything to you. You loved him. Atleast I and he thought you did." Quinn shook her head. "God, name atleast two things that you actually like and aren't gunna give up on."

"Two things? Well my young bisexual friend." Kurt laughed, ignoring her bitch glare. "I like boys. And fast cars."

"Boys and fast cars? You've given up on one of those already so it doesn't count." Quinn raised her eyebrow.

"Actually, I haven't given up on boys, I've given up on one boy, who wanted me to change who I was; and I did, for like what a month." Kurt groaned. "Couldn't take it."

"You can't have romance with fast cars Kurt, you can't cuddle with fast cars."

"Maybe not, but I can sing a song about fast cars." Kurt winked.

"I thought you didn't like singing anymore, you quit glee club, which left Blaine completely heart broken." Quinn informed him, turning her head when he saw Kurt was climbing up the bleachers to the top.

"This is for you Quinn!" Kurt screamed once he reached the top.

We don't care for romance
Romance or shooting stars
They were last found together in 18th century memoirs
We don't care for lovers
If loving's all that they've got
There must be other hobbies if they want to keep the plot

Quinn didn't even know was this song was.

I'm a man of simple tastes,
No whiskey and caviar
And what I feel is what I say
I'm not trying to be smart

Then Kurt burst into the chorus screaming and jumping around with his own imaginary beat.

I like boys, boys and fast cars
You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart

"I bet you do!" Quinn shouted up to him, earning her a little wink in return.

We don't care for new year, new year or fireworks
If all they represent is how to go from bad to worse
Let's not feel disheartened
There's no need to change the locks
We'll stick to what we know and what we know is not a lot.

I'm a man of simple tastes
No chewing on fat cigars
And what I feel is what I say
I'm not trying to be smart

"Chorus!" Kurt screamed back.

I like boys, boys and fast cars
It's cheap and it's pathetic,
But you cant hate me just because
I like boys, boys and fast cars
You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart
I'm a man of simple tastes,
No whiskey or caviar
And what I feel is what I say
But don't overthink this next part;

"Chorus!" Quinn screamed back to him.

I like boys, boys and fast cars
It's cheap and it's pathetic,
But you cant hate me just because
I like boys, boys and fast cars
You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart

Kurt came down to the bottom of the bleachers laughing and giggling to himself.

"Please come back to glee club, Kurt. That was super good." Quinn pleaded, crossing her hand over her heart.

"Fine, but only because I also agree with you, that song was awesome!" Kurt smiled, smile reaching up to his eyes.

"Okay, cool. Let's go. Maybe you can say sorry to Blaine in the mean time." Quinn forced, linking their arms together.

"Nah. I'm gunna skip. Got a meeting with some random behind the bike shed. Says he will give me the time of my life." Kurt said, pulling them towards to the bike shed.

"What?" Quinn snapped, pulling them abruptly away.

"Joking!" Kurt laughed. "Kinda."

"You're coming to Glee Club, Kurt. There is no way in hell that you're getting out of this one babe." Quinn shoved him inside the building and down the hallway harshly.

Then they kind of came face to face with Karofsky and Azimio.

Well, face to face, almost. Not really. But they were as close as Kurt wanted them to be.

"There they are. The people who made you and your perfect boyfriend break up. Any last words to them before we turn the corner?" Quinn laughed, joking around because obviously Kurt was going to do nothing.

"I—I think I want to beat them up." Kurt whispered. Looking at them, then back at Quinn.

"You what?" She asked. "I thought you didn't want to lose your repuation. Also you don't care about Blaine anymore remember."

"Fuck my reputation. Fuck it, fuck it right up the ass. Which is what I want my boyfriend to do to me right now! Fuck me straight up th—"

"Okay, woah, Kurt, calm down. Blaine is your ex-boyfriend. But, I do think you should fuck your reputation. You're out of here in less than 3 months." Quinn encouraged him, shoving him forward.

"I lied to you Quinn, I'm in love with Blaine Anderson. He wasn't a phase. I don't want to get fucked by a stranger in Scandals. I want him back. I do." Kurt rushed out walking more to Azimio and Karofsky. "I'm gunna go fucking kick their asses."

"That's my bestfriend that I adore and love with all my mother fucking heart!" Quinn screamed—almost screamed.

God, Kurt was high on adrenaline and courage and totally without freaking thinking he went straight up to Karofsky and punched him straight in the jaw which sounded with a loud click.

Then he high kicked Azimio in the stomach with as much force as he could muster.

"I swear to god, if you go near Blaine again I will fuck you both up terribly hard." He shouted.

"D-Dude what the hell?!" Karofsky and Azimio shouted in exactly the same moment and time. Both clutching their bruised and bleeding bodies.

"Go on, Kurt, whack them again!" Quinn cheered, leaning on Blaine next to her for an arm rest.

Wait. Blaine?

"Blaine!" Quinn shouted. "Kurt. Kurt. Blaine!"

"What?" Kurt turned around from where he was kicking Azimio and saw Blaine standing there looking scarily terrified. "Shit, Blaine."

"What are you doing, Kurt?" Blaine asked, guesturing to the broken boys on the floor in agony from his ex-boyfriends hits.

"B-Beating them up, what does it look like?" Kurt said, still high on adrenaline. "I wanted to protect you. I don't give a shit about my repuation anymore. I just want you."

"Well that's great, Kurt. Thank you. But you could of decided that before you broke my heart." Blaine whispered. Walking away from the scene.

"W-Wh—I don't. What the fuck?" Kurt groaned. Kicking down Karofsky as he started to jump up.

Quinn just shrugged and walked over to Azimio and slapped him square in the face. "Never touch Blaine Anderson again. And I mean it."

"I may take it up the ass but it doesn't mean I can't murder you both." Kurt snarled as harsly as he could.

Linking arms Kurt and Quinn walked into the choir room as if nothing just happened.

Blaine was ignoring him. No matter how many times Kurt poked him or messaged him on his phone he just wouldn't answer. Until finally Kurt stood up and ran to the front of the room, grabbed an electric guitar and just started rocking out on his own.

"This song. Is for Blaine." Kurt smiled. "Please stop ignoring me. I love you still."

Hey there, it's good to see you again
It never felt right calling this just friends
I'm happy if you're happy with yourself

Take off your shirt, your shoes
Those skinny jeans I bought for you
We're diving in, there's nothing left to lose

I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around
Let the walls break down

I used to wear you like a ball and chain
I'd run and hide at the call of my name
It was obvious, you were too much for me
Oblivious, I was young and horny

Kurt winked at Blaine when he sung the word 'horny' earning a blush from him.

In retrospect, I wouldn't do it again
Stop talking shit to every one of your friends
I'm not the same boy you knew back then

'Cause I can break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around
Let the walls break

I can't breathe, my body's shaking
You got a way with the way you take me
'Cause you break me down
You know you break me down

I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around

Let the walls break down
(I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself)
Let the walls break down
(I'm gonna break down these walls)

'Cause you break me down
('Cause you break me down, 'cause you break me down)
Let the walls break down

"I don't need my reputation any more Blaine and I promise you this. I promise. Fuck it. No I don't promise, well—I do promise. But I don't just promise. I swear by it." Kurt said breathlessly.

Sighing, Blaine got up from his seat and kissed Kurt on the mouth. "I missed you."

Gasping because Blaine's kisses were the best. "God, me too."

"Let's go back to your house." Blaine whispered. "After Glee Club anyway."

And Kurt honestly couldn't wait for Glee Club to be over.