"Kurt, Kurt seriously!"

"Huh?" Kurt's eyes shot up from peering across the top of his sunglasses to his best friend. Quinn raised one eyebrow at him, smirking around her cigarette.

"You're staring again."

"I was not." Kurt's eyes narrowed at his pink haired companion before flicking back to the previous object of his attention. Flushing a pale pink when Quinn snorted.

"Say it again...maybe this time I'll believe you."

Stubbing out his own cigarette (he'd reached the filter some time ago without even smoking it) before lighting another one and taking a slow drag then deliberately blowing smoke rings in Q's face, Kurt pretended he hadn't heard her, lips twitching at her scrunched nose.

"Why don't you just fucking talk to him?" She sat down on the ratty couch she'd somehow conned Coach Sylvester into getting them (he didn't ask, just nodded thanks cause it sure as hell beats sitting on the ground). Sighing he kicked off of the fence opposite and threw himself down next to her, feet kicked up over the arm, beanie clad purple streaked head in her lap.

"I wasn't staring at the nerd." Closing his eyes behind the retro Raybans covering them he settled back into Quinn's lap, letting her run her fingers through the sections of hair not covered by his hat. Not many people could get away with touching his hair. He was pretty sure it was only his dad and her now that his mom was gone.

"Ohhh, right my mistake, you were just staring at Rachel. Got it, got it. So, you tryna be straight again or what?"

Kurt reached up to tug on one of short brightly coloured locks. She bit his finger in retaliation and flicked the bell bar in his eyebrow. "Jesus - you treat Puck like this in bed?"

"You really want to hear about what me and Puck do in bed or do you want to tell me about why you're staring at Bowtie and not talking to him?" She stole his Raybans so unfortunately was able to see when his traitorous eyes flicked over to the boy in question sitting in between Rachel and Brittany seemingly in rapt attention to the blonde. "Kurt, c'mon talk to me."

This time she lightly tugged the plug in his left ear until he looked at her. "Hey, who else are you going to rant to?"

Grudgingly he had to admit she had a point. Quinn would understand. She would know where he was coming from. She was also, as of mid way through Junior year, the only person he trusted and let in.

"Okay, I was staring at the new kid - "

"Breaking news."

"Do you want me to tell you or not?" Kurt glared up at her, not buying the sweet innocent smile for one second. "Look, I was staring...maybe. Just a little bit, but c'mon Quinn, who says he's even gay?"

Quinn snorted before breaking into a light chuckle, her nose scrunching up a teeny bit pulling the steel ring up and brightening her eyes, "Baby, he practically screams it. Look at his clothes, hell look at his ass - we both know you have been so don't give me that look, you'll get premature wrinkles...Plus Puck was over last night, said "some new gay kid joined glee". Which he wants us to go back too by the way." Q rolled her eyes before prodding Kurt sharply on the nose.

"Jesus woman, stop with the violence! Look, he's hot, but from what I've seen and heard ridiculously polite and lovely." He frowned over in the new kid's directions, idly noticed that it wasn't just the two girls but the whole Glee club he was sitting with, before snuggling further down into Quinn's lap.

"And those are completely bad qualities in a person. Yep, totally get your point. Damn, if only he were a complete asshole! Whatever will you do, crushing on a cute nice boy and not a dick!"

"Har har, look, he's clearly that kind of person who helps little old ladies cross the street and he probably steps out of peoples way even if they were the ones who should move. Point is Q, I'm not. No point talking to him, gay or not, cause I would rather not be proved right in that he is too good for me. I'd rather drown in denial so please let me?"

The warning bell for the end of their lunch break sounded, thankfully they were the only two Skanks who had this break today, Kurt didn't feel the need to let the other girls know everything about him, neither did Quinn and frankly neither did they. Standing up and stretching Kurt fiddled with his tongue bar, sneaking one last peek at the boy now standing across the field arms linked with Brittany, before hauling Quinn up and slinging his arm across her shoulder.

"I'm coming over tonight after you're done with work. You can cook me dinner or something." Her bare arm slipped around his waist, squeezing his hip through his ripped grey v-neck and grabbing a handful of it. "C'mon, let's go sleep in History. Well, I'll sleep and you'll not stare at new boy."

"For fuck sake Q."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you weren't staring."

History, thankfully if one of the classes that Kurt can easily cost by in, yet still get As. It's one of the reasons the teacher doesn't care quite as much if he and Quinn don't always show up...or that sometimes when they do they don't necessarily take part. This is the second lesson he's been to since school started back up, which is probably why it's a bit of a shock to see the new kid - the one he was definitely not staring at during lunch - sitting in the desk in front of him and Q.

Something that does not escape Quinn's notice going by the sharp jab she gives his hip as they walk to the back corner. Her random prodding didn't stop until her phone buzzed ten minutes into the lesson causing her face to darken and phone roughly shoved towards Kurt. "You can stay at mine tonight."

Quinn sighed and secured her signature 'fuck off and die' look before leaning over to rest against Kurt's left side, head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

Kurt dropped a quick kiss to his friend's bubblegum hair before turning his eyes to the white board at the front, zoning in and out while he doodled on his notebook and did not stare at the back of the new kids head, Blaine, according to their teacher. Blaine who despite clearly being a massive nerd seemed to be able to smile every time Kurt had caught sight of him. Like a God damned puppy.

Kurt didn't deny he found the boy attractive, he was a skank sure but he wasn't stupid. The kid was almost offensively good looking. And kind, and happy all the time and so far undetermined in terms of sexuality. Because Kurt would not, repeat not, crush on another straight guy ever again...unless they were Johnny Depp, but honestly no one is immune to Johnny Depp. So for now he kept to sneaking peaks whenever he had the smallest chance of being caught.