(A/N): Just a drabble! This is set within BIOTA, written from Kurt's perspective, and contains a delicious amount of Rachel-bashing. I think I cussed once, but I can get away with K-Plus for that, right? Anywho, have fun with the liberal amounts of sarcasm and italics abuse in this drabble! Read, review, ENJOY! =D

Disclaimer: ... I'm not even sure that disclaimer is an accurate word in this connotation. But I am saying that I don't claim something, so the bases of the word make sense... whatever! I don't own Glee! Get over it!

Dear Rachel,

You selfish, backstabbing, inconsiderate user!

Whew, just had to get that out of my system before I begin. I have decided that, given my current predicament and my unwillingness to confide in anyone that is the source of my mental unrest, I will write you a letter. No, you'll never read this. Which is good, because you'd probably hate me after you've heard what I think of you… not that I'm completely opposed to the idea of us no longer being on speaking terms, all things considered. And with that, I'll start in on some of my more… tame feelings towards you.

Oh, you're a flirt? Really? Because I have this weird tendency to call things by what they are; in this case, a whore. How silly of me, right? You actually recognize the fact that you can't help but sling yourself all over everyone, yet you do nothing to stop it! Well, you know what? You don't deserve to be dubbed 'whore'… you really don't, Rach. Whores get paid to act like that… you enjoy doing it for free. I'm not sure which has more dignity. Regardless, you've been a complete and total slut.

I'm not sure precisely what you have that I don't, but – apparently – you're just irresistible. Maybe if you actually attempted to curb your tendency to spread your proverbial legs, I'd have an ounce of respect for you. You argue that it's your nature? Well, 'bitchy diva' is my nature, but I exercise self-control. I would never cuss out a teacher, yet you've thrown yourself at one. If anything, control yourself enough to back away from the only person that I've expressed interest in.

I told you explicitly that I have feelings for him. I trusted you, as one of my closest friends, to support and respect me. Next thing I know, you're all over him. And you told me explicitly that you would be oh so hurt if I pursued your object of affections (and, really, if there was any chance between you, you'd already be together; give up, you hopeless idiot). Well, you've disregarded my feelings… maybe I should disregard yours.

I wish I could. You have no idea how much I want to hurt you as you've hurt me. Unfortunately for me, not only do I have morals and loyalty towards friends, but, even worse… they all choose you.

So, while I grapple with heartbreak and betrayal, why don't you search yourself for some dignity, respect, and loyalty?

Don't be surprised when you can't find any.

Yours so truly,

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel

(A/N): Woah, so how did we like hurt/diva!Kurt? Because I enjoyed him, and the copious Rachel-bashing (yes, I am allowed to enjoy my own fics). Love you all, hope to update more often coming up, because I'm getting a laptop! :3

All flames will be used to roast marshmallows!

*Lesser-Than Three*