Kurt’s jaw dropped when he heard the news. “You can’t be serious.” The Cheerio captain scoffed. There was no way he was being sent to work on a ranch. That just didn’t happen to him. Kurt Hummel was not the type of boy to get his hands dirty. He spent his days shopping and relaxing in various spas. He did not spend them mucking out horse stalls. “Coach, I have no idea what you hope to accomplish by this.” With a flip of his hair, he crossed his legs delicately to give off the vibe that he was totally at ease with the situation and that he felt the whole thing was below him. It had become his biggest defense mechanism back in his glee club days and he was finding that it was useful now.

“You heard me, Porcelain,” Sue Sylvester said, kicking her feet up on her desk and reclining in her chair, hands folded on her lap. Kurt hated how she always thought she could dictate other peoples lives, but at the same time he loved her. She had had his back when he first joined the Cheerios, making sure he was given a fair chance. Maybe that was because she saw it as a chance to take down the glee club, by stealing one of their best performers, but he didn’t care. He still got his chance and he had made the most of it. Now he was head Cheerio and one of the most popular guys at school. Of course everyone still hated him for his sexuality, but now they knew better than to say anything about it. Doing so meant social suicide, and no one wanted to attempt that at McKinley.

Kurt turned his attention back to his coach as she reiterated what he had been hoping he had misinterpreted the first time she had said it. “You’ve been slacking, and my Cheerios are not slackers. You’ve got a monstrous amount of community service to finish up and being the benevolent dictator I am have decided to take care of that for you. You’ll be working on Anderson’s farm over spring break to do that. I expect to hear good reports about you, Porcelain. My head Cheerio should be nothing but the best.”

“I don’t think so, coach.” Kurt said with a role of his eyes. There was no way he was about to do that. He didn’t do dirt, let alone a farm. And who the hell were the Andersons? He didn’t think there was anyone with that last name in Lima for him to even think about working for.

“You don’t have a choice. Do it, or you’re off the squad and Babymama gets her old position back.” Kurt took a deep breath as he realized Sue was serious. Quinn had been all over him, just waiting for him to screw up so she could get her old post as Cheerio captain back. She would get it over his cold, dead, Gucci clad body.

“Fine,” he said grudgingly, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Sue his best diva look. “But oh great dictator, how do you propose I do this? There aren’t any Andersons in town.” He thought he had won, that he had caught her. She couldn’t send him to work for someone who doesn’t exist.

Sue fixed him with a look that was clearly meant to put him in his place. “Their farm is on the outskirts of Westerville. I’ve arranged for you to spend your spring break there.” She said, standing up and walking around her desk to pull him up beside her. “Don’t let me down, Porcelain. Now. Go enjoy what little freedom you have left before you find yourself up to your knees in horse shit. Go torment a freshman or something. Better yet, why don’t you go call the city pest control so they can finally eradicate that vermin sanctuary on top of William Shuster’s head.” She suggested, clapping him on the shoulder.

Kurt brushed her hand off before wiping the shoulder of his pristine Cheerio’s uniform. He shot one last glare at his coach before strutting out of her office and into the halls of McKinley. That was his domain. Those halls were where he ruled. Not some redneck farm in the middle of nowhere. He doubted there would even be a spa within an hour’s drive from the place. Rolling his eyes, he took out his cell phone as he began strutting down the halls, not looking up as people moved out of his way.

Kurt snorted, forgetting that he was having a conversation with the girl who was supposed to be his best friend. If anyone had to be fired out of that canon, it might as well be Britt. The girl didn’t have two brain cells to rub together and would probably come out of any serious brain damage unchanged.

He typed out the message quickly before glancing up again. “Oh, you’re still here?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and making a motion with his hand to signal that she should hurry up and say whatever she had to tell him. “Well what is it? Spit it out.”

Mercedes was trying to keep her cool and keep from snapping at the boy in front of her. Deep down inside she knew he was still her best friend, he was just a little changed was all. “Well… we haven’t hung out much lately and I was thinking we should have a girls night during break.” That was the wrong thing to say. Kurt wanted to avoid thinking of break and all of the fun he wouldn’t be having.

“I’m sorry,” he snorted. “I don’t associate with those below me. And I really don’t ‘hang out’ with them.” He said, making air quotes with his hands. “Now run along. Go on, now. Shoo.” He said, waving her off before resuming his strut down the hallway. He didn’t even pause to think about the hurt expression on her face or how Rachel and Finn came up to her once his back was turned, the other girl consoling her while Kurt’s stepbrother watched him walk away, eyes full of sadness as he saw what his brother was turning into.