The engine of a pick-up truck turned off as the passengers inside it reached their destination.

"Hey, Kurt! We're here!" Burt Hummel said to his barely-awake son, his announcement barely reached the countertenor's ears, however.

"Kurt, get outta the car and help me!" The slam of the car door resonated inside the car loudly, jolting the half-asleep boy out of his haze.

The annoyed boy grunted under his breath, shifting into a sitting position. He had a crick in his neck from the awkward angle he fell asleep in. Kurt stretched his arms over his head, cracking his back and neck, wincing at the sound of the pops. He finally looked out of the dirty window and at the big, imposing house in front of him.

A bitter feeling went through him at the sight of the new house.

He still didn't understand why his dad had insisted they move them from Lima, Ohio to this even smaller Oklahoma town. It's not that he disagreed exactly to coming here, Lima was a bitch to live in sometimes, but his whole life had been there as well. He had been glad to see the back of the homophobic town they lived in before, but for all he knew, this new town was even worse!

And it wasn't like Kurt was blatantly obvious about his sexuality, he looked (well, sometimes) and acted like any normal straight boy, except that he was, y'know, gay. Some people back at his old school had called him 'fairy' and 'fag' because he honestly did look a bit like a girl with his delicate features and his high-pitched voice. Like, there was this one time when he had been out with his best friend, Mercedes, and they had seen the most honest-to-god adorable girl in a little princess outfit. He had immediately squeaked out, "You're so cute!" The little girl promptly turned to him and told him he sounded like a girl.

Well, that did wonders for my self esteem, Kurt thought with an amused smile.

"Hey, dude! Get out of the car and help me carry your stuff in!" A hand slapped the hood of the trunk, shaking it and making Kurt squeal at the sudden movement.

He shot a glare at Finn, his step-brother, as he barreled out of the cool truck and into the blaring, hot sun. He was thankful he had coated himself with several layers of sunscreen before leaving.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me 'dude,' Finnegan Hudmel?" Kurt huffed, walking to his brother, but not making any move to help him lift his own heavy luggage. C'mon, he was delicate.

Finn grunted in response, making Kurt roll his eyes, his brother was such a guy sometimes. Finn was going to college back in Ohio for his football scholarship. His girlfriend, Rachel - the diva of Lima, was heading off to New York. Kurt's New York.

He finally helped Finn carry some stuff inside to his basement bedroom. Well, Finn carried the heavy stuff. Why should he carry all of it when he had a muscle-y quarterback at his wake? Finn would be back in Lima in two days - back to where Kurt's whole life was.

Even if Lima was a homophobic town, he had live there forever. His parents were from there. He had met his best friend, Mercedes, in the fourth grade where they bonded over making fun of all the kids who thought they were 'cool' and over fashion. He had been kicker on the football team for one game, which they had won, thank you very much. He had almost been on the Cheerios, too for god's sake (though he didn't actually get to participate), plus - he had rocked that uniform.

It was where he had met Sam, he reminisced. Sam had gone to his school only for a month and it hadn't been a good month, either. He was the only kid who was…out of the closet, so to say. Even Kurt didn't have the courage to tell his own parents he played for the other team. Anyways, he was not thrilled about moving.

"You gotta suck it up, kid," Burt had told him when he had first tried to protest.

Well, at least he had gotten a bigger room and a car. He had basically threatened to run away if he couldn't have that. Kurt knew how to throw a hissy-fit.

***

"Damn, this town is dead," Finn mumbled from the driver's seat.

Burt and Carole had thrown the boys out of the house when they weren't helping unpack. Instead, they had followed each other around the house with Nerf guns, having an awesome game of Laser Tag without the actual lasers.

After they and broken the newly assembled coffee table, however, Burt and Carole had agreed that having the boys near more fragile items wasn't a smart idea. So, now they were cruising around in Kurt's Corvair, trying to find any cool places to hang out.

By now, after going around in circles, they had come to the conclusion that either everyone in the town were either super lazy or Finn's suggestion: Vampires.

"Dude, maybe they're like vampires or zombies that only come out at night to like feed and shit on the poor souls that are still up past midnight. Or the squirrels."

Kurt didn't point out that Finn stayed up 'til three in the morning most nights, just bit his lip to muffle his laugh. "Why would the feed on squirrels when they're in a town full of warm-blooded people?"

"I don't know, maybe their picky," Finn retorted. "Besides, this town seems too goody-goody to stay awake past eight."

The only place they found that housed some awake people was the local DX. Finn pulled over to gas sta- SCREECHHHHHHH!

Kurt slammed into the dashboard, losing his breath. Finn gripped the steering wheel harder, swerving to miss the on-coming motorcycle. "SHIT!"

The screeches of the tires was deafening, Kurt could swear everyone back in Lima could hear it. Kurt slammed into Finn's side as the larger boy finally got the car at a stop.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL MAN?" Finn yelled over the sound of the radio and engine, flipping off the offender on the motorcycle.

The leather jacket-clad offender turned around in his seat and Kurt could see him cocking an eyebrow behind the helmet.

The ruckus had caught the attention of some of the DX workers. Some came out of the little shop and stood, surveying with their arms crossed. "Hey, what's goin' on here?" A sweet, honey-like voice yelled.

Kurt looked through the windshield, massaging his aching chest, at a gorgeous blond-haired boy who was walking across the lot towards them. If Kurt hadn't just seen him pull away from a tongue-war with that blonde, he would totally - No! He didn't need to be running after another straight guy. Jeez.

The guy on the motorcycle just shrugged and said in a muffled voice, "Nothin', just gettin' gas."

Kurt turned to see the guy had gotten off his motorcycle and was letting the gas stand pump gas into it. He leaned casually back against it, acting like he hadn't almost caused an accident. And also stealing someone's space, Kurt thought viciously.

"We don't want no trouble here, Soc," the DX worker shouted again at the motorcycle-ee.

Kurt was confused, 'what did he just call him?'

"Get your gas and get gone."

Kurt could see the smirk beneath that helmet a mile away. "Yeah, and who's gonna make me?" He replied in a smooth voice, linking his hands behind his helmet. Kurt saw him open the little visor, but couldn't see his face from the angle he was in.

He could tell the DX guy didn't want to tussle with that guy; the sleeves of his jacket didn't hide his muscle, that's for sure. Hell, he was sure nobody would wanna get in a fight with him. The DX guy didn't reply, but Kurt saw his buddies gather and stand a little straighter, watching them silently. The DX guy looked back real quick at his buddies and when he turned back around to face the motorcycle-ee, he had a little smile on his face.

'What's he' - "Hey! Soc!"

Kurt jumped in his seat at the loud, authoritative voice. A rather small, but tough-looking woman was walking the distance of the lot, straight towards the guy on the motorcycle. Kurt saw the guy tense out of the corner of his eye.

The woman had a riot of curls atop her head and a stern look on her gorgeous face. She looked like she was a good five feet. He would tower over her.

She walked straight past the DX guy, getting straight in the motorcycle-ee's face. He immediately tensed and stepped a little ways away from her. "What're you doin' here, Anderson?"

The guy - Anderson - had an uneasy look on his face, like he didn't want to be there. Kurt didn't understand why. Anderson looked back at the group of DX workers and whatnot before turning back to the woman. "Why, have you suddenly forgotten your last name, greaser?"

Before Kurt could see it coming, a loud THWACK filled the silence. He felt Finn still in his seat. The woman had just slapped him across the face!

Kurt felt like cheering her on, but wisely stayed quiet. It seemed everyone else in the lot had the same idea, as no one had moved, though there was shift in their stance. They seemed a bit surprised as well.

"I don't want you here," he barely heard the woman say. Anderson just glared at her in response.

Kurt felt a little scared for the tiny woman as Anderson stepped closer to her. He saw his mouth move, but couldn't hear what he was saying. It certainly had hit home because he saw the tiny woman tense up a little before taking a step back.

Anderson got back on his motorcycle, having removed the nozzle for the gas a while ago, he revved the engine. It filled the air with dust, but Kurt could see that he hadn't moved from his spot.

"I'm really sorry about him, guys," the woman was at the driver's window now, looking a bit guilty and sorry. "Those Socs just don't know when to end with it."

She had said the last part loudly, no doubt making sure Anderson heard. Kurt saw him turn around and looked at them sitting in the trunk. It seemed like the first time he had actually noticed them. He raised his hand in what Kurt thought was salute, but undoubtedly wasn't. Kurt's jaw dropped open as the motorcycle drove away.

The swine had just flipped them off!