"You owe me for this," Santana sighed.  She nudged the sleeping boys body with her foot, but he didnt even move.  "Its like hes dead."

Rachel picked up the tissue box and found a twenty dollar bill and keys inside, but no form of identification.  "Kurt, you know I love you, but this is crazy," she said.  "Where do you even want us to take him?"

"My place, I guess."  Kurt knew it was more than a little creepy to drag an unconscious stranger into his home, but it was better than ditching him at a grocery store.

He grabbed the guys left hand, the tissue box and the last can of soup tucked under his arm.  Rachel and Santana followed suit and gripped the guys right arm.

"On three," Kurt said.  "One... two... three!"

They all started dragging his body.  The guy was pretty small but he was hard to pull, even with three people helping.  They had barely made it out of the aisle before Kurts arms began to ache.  He started to wonder if this was a good idea, especially since he was sick himself.  Maybe he should have just called the police.  Or something.

Kurt wasnt sure what, exactly, you were supposed to do when a cute stranger attempts to fight you over soup and then falls asleep in front of you.

"I know youre desperate to get laid, but this is a new low," Santana said, a bit out of breath.  "After he wakes up, he better at least give you his number."

They continued to tug his body, grunting and sighing and cursing the whole way.  A couple of people stared at them, but they managed to pay for the soup and get out of there without being questioned.

Kurt almost wanted to give up, but then he looked down at the guys face.  He looked so peaceful and innocent and beautiful when he was sleeping, even if he knew he was actually a soup thief.  A few curls fell in his face and Kurt fought the urge to brush them away.  Even though he barely knew this guy, he felt this responsibility to make sure he was okay.

And if what Santana predicted came true, well, he definitely wouldnt be complaining.