Kurt groaned and came to a halt at the sound of a voice calling his name.

“What?” he said in a bored tone, not turning around.

“Mr. Hummel, I need to see you in my office right now.” Came a strain voice from behind him and he sighed tiredly.

“Now.” repeated the voice when he didn’t answer.

“Fine.”

  “This is not an acceptable behavior, Mr. Hummel.” Figgins complained once he sat in the chair in the well-familiar office.

 He was so tired of this. This was his fifth time this week he’d been summoned to the principal’s office. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

“Would you mind me asking what’s not acceptable about me?”

“It’s not you that we do not accept, Mr. Hummel, it’s what you do.”

“I’m not the one who did anything, he was.”

“Oh, that is so incredible mature.”

“I’m sorry, and what exactly are you doing in here?” Kurt asked, still looking as un-amused and bored as physically possible, as he looked at the tall, blond woman standing by one of the bookshelves.

“Whatever.” he simply said when she wouldn’t answer him.

“You cannot keep acting like this, Mr. Hummel–“

“Give it up with the fucking Mr. Hummel thing after every three words you say, would you?”

“Watch your language, lady face.”

“I didn’t talk to you, so back off.” Kurt smiled politely, yet poisonous, at the woman.

“And you watch your tone with me, young whatever-you-are, I will not accept that kind of–“

“That’s enough, Sue.” Figgins cut in and she went silent with a disapproving look on her face.

“Moving on,” the man grumbled in his ridiculous Indian accent, “I’m afraid I may have to suspend you if this behavior –“

“That’s bullshit.” Kurt stated and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Please don’t use that kind of language Mr. Hum–“

“Just stop it with the ass kissing, it’s frickin’ annoying.” the man on the other side of the desk looked at him, almost a little sadly, but Kurt couldn’t care less.

“It just isn’t acceptable for a student to act the way you do.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what’s acceptable and not. That guy practically begged me to beat his pretty little virgin ass, so I just couldn’t resist.”

“That isn’t a reason for you to beat him unconscious –“

“He called me a faggot, Mister, and I just made sure he won’t do it again.” Kurt explained and gave the principal a sly smile.

“You can’t take that sort of matter into your own hands, Mr. Hummel, you need to come see me when that sort of thing happens –“

Kurt laughed. “Yeah, and what would you do about it? Call their mommy and daddy? News flash for you, Mr. Principal, his parents probably wouldn’t care. They’d just be proud that their little son’s growing up and showing everyone just what big off a man he is.”

“Mr. Hum –“ Figgins tried again, but Kurt was already out of the chair and through the door.

 “About time.” Quinn muttered when her roommate finally reached the car.

“What took you so long?”

“Figgins office.” Kurt waved off and hoped into the car’s driver’s seat.

“What’d you do this time?”

“Karofsky called me a faggot again.”

“He never learn, does he?”

“Obviously.”

“So what’d you do to him?”

“I beat him up.” Kurt said, just like it was the most logical answer to that question.

“Bad?”

“Apparently he fell unconscious, but I wasn’t around to see it.”

Quinn looked at him in almost astonishment.

“What?”

“Karofsky is like, really big. How’d you do that?”

“Dunno,” Kurt shrugged. “But it sure took a lot more strength than usual.”

“No shit.”

“I just hope he’ll learn soon, it’s getting kind of boring.”

“I hear you.” she agreed.

“Oh, and Figgins told me he may have to suspend me if I keep ‘this behavior’ thing up, or whatever.”

“What?”

“Mhm. But the asshole didn’t say shit about what Karofsky did to me. It was just I who’d screwed up.”

“Fuckers.” Quinn muttered. “What’d you say?”

“I told them they could go fuck themselves.”

“Good boy.” she smiled and she could see how Kurt smiled as well.

 The rest of the ride home was completely silent, but it wasn’t awkward. Quinn just knew Kurt well enough to know that he wasn’t into talking about school. He wasn’t into talking about anything, really, he liked silence more. And when he really had something important to say, he’d try a few times before writing a song about it. He’d then sit and play it and pretend that he didn’t know Quinn was present or that she was listening.

She’d been really annoyed with the way Kurt always acted in the beginning, but got used to it pretty quickly. She learned that it was a bad idea to try and push him into talking about stuff he didn’t want to talk about and she learned that the boy had big problems loving and trusting people, and that he never admitted liking anyone.

Yet, Quinn knew Kurt loved her. Not sexually, since, you know, she wasn’t a guy. But she knew that she really meant a lot to him. Just the fact that he laughed and smiled around her without immediately shutting himself off the second he realized what he was doing, showed that Kurt actually had a heart.

  “Home sweet home.” Kurt said in a sing-song voice but still in a sort of mutter.

He shuffled over to the sink and put his face under the now streaming water.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Nah. The usual, Scandals.” he slurred, water still running over his face.

“Mind me tagging along?”

Kurt stood up and wiped his face off with the sleeve of his hoody.

“You’re such a fag-hag.” he rolled his eyes at the pink haired girl.

“Shut up.” she shot back with a quirk on her lips.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Like what?”

“Like, study?”

At this Quinn actually laughed.

“Yeah, right, as if.”

“Well, just a warning, I might just not be paying any attention to you at all when we get there.”

“So, what? You’re gonna blow me off if you find someone more interesting?”

“Nope, I'm actually kinda hoping I’ll find a guy who’ll blow me off.”

“You’re such a sex addict.” Quinn pointed out with a half frown and Kurt just gave her a look that so clearly said ‘duh?’, she just laughed at him.

  “What should I wear?” Kurt asked after a while of silence, as he ruffled through the piles of worn and washed out clothing spread all over the floor.

“Like that even matter?”

“Quinny, I need your advice.” Kurt said in his fake whiny voice and she looked up from her sketchpad from where she lied on her torn mattress on her side of the room.

“Whatever you feel like wearing, you’ll look smokin’ either way.”

Kurt frowned. “Honestly, I need to look as good as possible tonight.”

“And why’s that?”

“’Cause I need, like need, to find someone tonight or I won’t be able to keep on living.”

“Like that’ve ever been a problem for you before.” Quinn muttered tiredly and went back to her drawing.

Ever since Kurt started going to Scandals about two years ago, it had always been ridiculously easy for him to pick up guys. Actually, he’d never been turned down by a single boy at that club, if her memory wasn’t incorrect. And Quinn still wasn’t completely sure on whether everyone at that club was incredibly horny or if Kurt was just that appealing for gay guys. Probably both, she thought.

 “Ow...” Kurt groaned and she looked up.

“What?”

“My damn back is fucking with me again.” he hissed.

“Lemme help you.” Quinn mumbled and walked over to her roommate.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Kurt, you–“

“I said it’s fine, Quinn!” And if his arms weren’t stuck above his head, Kurt would’ve slapped her hand away.

“Kurt,” she reached out and grabbed his face between her hands. His arms were still positioned in an awkward angle half over his head and he swore when she helped him get his t-shirt off properly.

“I’m gonna bash his fucking face in next time I see him.” he groaned and screw his eyes shut as pain ran through his body.

“I’ll help you.” Quinn assured.

She took a grip around his arms and forced them down, Kurt’s jaws tensing as he obviously bit back a little scream in pain.

“You gotta go to the doctor again, make them take a look.”

“Why?”

“You need help with this Kurt –“

“I don’t need fucking help from anybody. I can take care of myself.”

“So what would you’ve done if I wasn’t there to help you just now?”

Kurt opened his mouth but closed it again.

“Thought so.” Quinn crossed her arms. “You don’t need to play hero with me, Kurt, I know you’re not a machine.”

“And I'm not saying I am, I'm just saying I don’t need the doctors to help me.”

“But your back –“

“Is fine.” Kurt cut off.

“It’s not fine! It gets fucked up too easily to be fine!” she raised her voice slightly. Sometimes she just couldn’t help but hate when he was like this.

“But I don’t need your saving, Quinn, or the doctors’. They can’t do shit about it! So just mind your own fucking business, or leave me alone if you can’t do that.”

“Asshole.” Quinn muttered and dragged herself back to her mattress and plopped down on it.

 Kurt looked at himself in the car’s driving mirror and as usual he both hated and loved what he saw. His hair was perfectly styled but the pink and purple hair dye was almost gone. His eyes were lined with black eyeliner and it made his cyan eyes pop more than usual.

 “Ready to go?” Quinn asked from beside him and he answered her by opening the door to the old pick up and hopping out.

The wet ground was dark and smelled wonderful, that smell that came from wet asphalt and was sort of impossible to describe.

The rain pattered quietly as it hit Kurt’s knee-high boots and he could feel the water drops through his skin tight jeans.

The man at the door didn’t bother asking them for ID, knowing their faces very well.

Scandals. It was such a shaggy, run down place, it was almost embarrassing. But it was the only gay bar in town so Kurt didn’t have that much of a choice.   

  “Heeeey, look who heere!” Santana jelled when they saw each other across the dance floor. She took hold of the girl that was dancing next to her, who was obviously Brittany, and walked across what was supposed to be the dance floor.  

“If it isn’t gay boy and his favorite fag-hag.” she hugged them both, a clear sign that she wasn’t anywhere near sober, before dragging them both over to the bar.

“I thought you were sick, San.”

“Well I am?” she grabbed her girlfriend’s hand before carrying on. “I’m sick of school.” she smiled broadly.

“Aren’t we all?” Quinn muttered and took a sip of the beer Santana had bought her.

“So you just decide to stop coming?”

“Yeah? They can’t tell me what to do.”

“True shit, that.” Kurt pointed out but he wasn’t looking at them.

“Really?” Quinn asked skeptically as she followed Kurt’s gaze.

“Really.” he smirked and stood up.

“Heey, Kuurt! Are you leaving alreadyy?” Brittany looked at the boy and he just rolled his eyes at her.

“He’ll be back soon.” Quinn told her.

 “Where’r you goinfp–” Her words were cut off and swallowed by Santana as she hungrily attacked her lips with her own.

Kurt rolled his eyes again. He’d never get those two. Always so all over each other whenever they got the chance; so in love, they told him. He didn’t get it. And they were too naïve for him to even try and get an explanation.

 He turned away from the now making out lesbians and a laughing Quinn and looked over at a guy who stood with his back rested up against the wall. He was thin and quite tall, maybe even a little taller that Kurt. He looked pretty ‘normal’ over all, nothing special, really. But Kurt was the tad from desperate and with the way that boy were practically eye-fucking him from across the room, he really didn’t fucking care.

“Hey there.” Kurt said and put on his best sexy face, something that never failed in getting him what he wanted.

“Hey there, yourself.” smirked the guy, already moving closer, almost too eager.

Okay, eager was good, at least in that situation.

“Stalls?” asked Kurt.

“Right behind you.”

He walked across the room again, this time towards the restroom stalls, and this time with a guy, a really hot guy, following him.

  “You done anytime soon?” Kurt groaned as he hammered on the stall doors. All of them were taken. Every single one. Was that some kind of joke?

“Fuck off.” Came a moan in response and Kurt almost felt jealous. Because why should whoever they were on the other side of those doors have the right to get off and not him? And why did Scandals always have to choose the worst night to have its stalls packed?

“What about outside?” the boy asked, and he was really a boy. Kurt doubted he would actually be able to do anything to that guy without breaking some sort of law.

“What about it?”

“We can always go outside if it’s packed in here.”

Kurt’s mind went blank for a split second, seeing a flash of a distant memory, then he shook his head.

“Nah.” he muttered.

“Why not?”

“’Cause I don’t wanna freeze my dick off.” Kurt said coldly but the guy just gave him a sly smiled before pressing him up against the wall.

“Come on, baby, it won’t spend that much time out in the open.” he cooed in Kurt’s ear and fuck, he must really be desperate ‘cause he was so close to giving in.

“No. I don’t do outdoors.” Kurt made a move to push the other guy off of him but that only made the brunette press a thigh up between Kurt’s legs to connect with his crotch and he moaned quietly.
“Then what do you do exactly?” he mumbled and shit, Kurt could already feel blood rushing south, so to speak.

“How ‘bout I show you?”

“Kurt’s comin’ baack!” Brittany grinned from ear to ear when she saw him walking towards them.

 “Hey.”
“What?”

“What, what?”

“What are you smiling about?” Quinn asked.

“You look tired, wanna go home?” Kurt asked and sat down.

“Don’t avoid the question asshole.” she gave him a disapproving look.

“Quinnyyy, are you asking for details about my sex life?”

“What sex life? You mean getting off with strangers in the bathrooms at a bar, mostly filled with men twice your age?” she said with a quirk of her lips.

Kurt just shrugged. “I'm sure that an orgasm feels the exact same way no matter where you are or who you’re with.”

“I object.” Santana pouted. “It’s a lot diff’rent when me ‘nd Britt–“

“Just stop right there, okay. Don’t wanna hear any of that.” Kurt made a grimace.

“What, why not?” Brittany looked a little confused. “Wait, what are we talking about again?”

Quinn laughed at her and Kurt face-palmed. He couldn’t understand how Santana could be into someone like that.

  An hour later and Kurt had looked at every single guy from head to toe at least five times each. He couldn’t find anyone of interest what so ever, most of them were way too old or just too… dapper looking, and he was starting to get tired of the way those old men looked at him.

“Let’s go, I’m bored as fuck.” Kurt muttered in Quinn’s ear.

“Mm, sure.” she turned her head around which made the girl, face unknown to Kurt, beside her drop her head on Quinn’s shoulder, looking a bit lost.

“See ya ‘round” she cooed to the girl and walked out of the building with her friend.

 “I’m starting to not believe that you’re straight.” Kurt muttered when they were on the road, him driving home sober for the first time in quite a while. Why hadn’t he drunk anything?

“Why not.”

“’Cause you make out with girls like every time you’re at Scandals with me?”

“It’s just for fun.” Quinn giggled.

“Just think of all the lesbian hearts you must’ve broken…”

“Fuck you.”

“Where’d San and Britt go by the way?”

“Who the fuck knows? Honeymoon?”

Quinn rolled her eyes at him. “You’re jealousy is so beautiful.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the girl. “Say what?”
“You’re jealous that two dykes like them have more luck in finding love than you do, that they’ve found their better half and happy ending and you haven’t.”

The boy snorted. “Would you please stop being such a fucking girl?”

“I was joking, you know.”

“Doesn’t make you any less off a girl.” Kurt stated. “I mean, you have pink hair, can you be more girly than that?”

“Oh, and you’re the one to talk?”

Kurt shrugged and Quinn hit him on the arm.

They were weird together, the two of them. But it still worked out really well, somehow.