A/n: Well, it's been a while and I know I haven't been the best camper. A little AU I through together, it starts following a some what altered canon timeline but who knows where it could take us; the changes are due to the absence of a very important and influential character in the form of David Karofsky. My Kurt is more driven and his goal is slightly altered to suit my motives, deal with it! Pirate for life!

I own as much as Jon Snow knows.

"Mr Karofsky," Kurt knocked on the door once more, hoping that he wouldn't have to tell his supervisor that he too had failed to complete his visitation duty with Mr Karofsky; he was said to be the most difficult patient, unwilling to allow you to do your job. "Mr Karofsky, please may I enter."

He was met by silence which he chose to believe meant 'do as you please'. Kurt walked tall as he entered the room with a potted plant in hand; the room was engulfed by darkness and seemed to be unoccupied except for the man in his late twenties who sat in an armchair gazing out the window. Kurt had expected someone with a more intimidating presence but still he entered wearily, "Mr Karofsky, I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm one of the volunteers." Kurt was met by an awkward silence which frustrated him. "I'll be visiting for two hours afterschool on Monday, Wednesday and Friday." The silence lingered, it unsettled Kurt but he knew how important this was to his future so he silently gritted his teeth and smiled. "I brought you a plant; it's a cactus, they require minimal care."

He gently placed the plant on the window sill, "I'm a junior at William McKinley… my interests are music, fashion, theatre and politics… my hobbies include playing the piano, reading and writing… I'm on honour roll and I'm planning on going to Columbia; Politics and Prelaw." He paused for a moment, leaning on the window sill for a moment, "I think that's me in a nutshell, tell me about yourself."

Kurt watched as the older man turned his head toward him, "I'm David Karofsky and I want you to leave me the fuck alone!" his voice was flat an unfeeling, Kurt was almost impressed by how cold his words came across.

"Well, my dad always tells me I have to work for what I want and sometimes that isn't enough because you need something different." He fixed an imaginary stray hair and in a flat unfeeling voice said, "You're going to have to work really hard to get rid of me."

David did not respond but rather stared out into the evening.

~0~

Kurt sat at the dinner table as his step mother placed an unsavoury looking pasta dish of sorts, his mind had wondered through the day's events as he blocked out his father's conversation with Finn about some sport or the other. He bowed his head in respect as Carole said grace before beginning his nightly routine of moving food around his plate as he ignored the mindless droning on about topics that mean absolutely nothing to Kurt.

"Kurt!" His father said with slight irritation in his voice.

"What?" He was shaken by his sudden return to reality, "Sorry, I got a little distracted, what did you say?"

"I was asking about your day." He paused, "You know, making conversation."

"It was an okay day," he said with a faked smile on his face, "I got a 'B' on my AP History essay because my history teach is an incompetent twit. Mr Schuster ignored my song suggestion, which shouldn't really surprise as it happens on a regular basis but I was already having a shitty day."

"Language!" Carole intervened.

"I started on my community work this afternoon," He smiled excitedly at the prospect and what it meant, "Volunteering three days a week was not only a great strategic move but also personally rewarding."

"Wow Kurt," Finn said with a goofy smile on his face, "You have a job as a waiter, you have time to volunteer three times a week and you're complaining about a 'B'."

"Finn is right Kurt," Carole said, her eyes filled with concern, "You're being too hard on yourself, don't you think so Burt."

Kurt's father shrugged, "Kurt knows his potential and his limits, if he feels he is falling short of his potential then he'll push himself but within his limits."

"Look," he wasn't looking to start a fight between Carole and his father on parenting styles so he had to intervene, "I'm not as bummed about the 'B' as much as I expected a better grade."

"So it was Schuster who ruined your day!" his father sat forward with a stern look on his face, "Why am I not surprised?"

"I don't remember anything happening."

"Oh honey, you don't remember what you had for breakfast this morning." Carole said sweetly urging Finn to shut up.

"Mr Schuster shot down my suggestion for the glee club to do Britney Spears in favour of easy listening." Kurt said letting himself get worked up, "The only easy listening I do is Michael Henry & Justin Robinett."

"Who?"

"Should I call the principal and threaten to pull my funding again?"

"What?"

"No," he could feel the cogs in his head turning, "I'll make him rue this day instead."

~0~

"And the guy just sat there in silence," Kurt moaned as he stood waiting for the next group patrons to arrive or for one of his tables to need his attention, "And he didn't even appreciate the plant I brought! I thought sick people were supposed to be more needy not emo."

"Well, maybe he's upset by the whole being in hospital while his youth is fleeting thing," Kurt looked the shorter mocha girl up and down, he stared deeply and maliciously into her almond shaped eyes.

"You know what Dax," he paused for the drama, "If you're not always going to agree with me then we're going to have a problem."

"You were being unreasonable!"

"Uh-uh, my dad just sheltered me so I'm not used to dealing with unsavoury characters." She gave him a questioning look over her horn rimmed spectacles, "those Neanderthals from school are not people!"

"You want to play the over protected card?" She said in that cute little accent of hers as she flipped her onyx hair, "I have Chinese tiger mom and over bearing Middle Eastern father, he sits there every night drinking water and making sure I'm safe."

"I thought that guy owned the place."

"No, a friend of his owns it but he still doesn't trust the staff."

A large party had arrived and seated themselves while they were playing 'My horse is more protective that yours', approached them but wished he hadn't when he recognised a face or two from school.

"Good Evening," He paused and inserted a fake smile, "I'm Kurt Hummel and I will be waiting on you this evening."

"Well," One of the jocks said as he handed them their menus, "If it isn't Lady Hummel. If you're waiting on us then how much do you bench press because I don't think you can handle any of this." He said flexing.

"I bench press more than your IQ," he said in a stage whisper, "And I beg you to stop doing that as, A, people are trying to eat and, B, I shan't nor do I desire to handle anything. So, what can I get you to drink?" The animals relayed their requests and Kurt was off to continue his conversation. "Now where was I girl?"

"You were bitching about the community service that will get you into the Ivy League."

"That's not the part I have problem with," he said, his voice turning shrill, "I love serving the community, I even did Habitat for Humanity last summer, but Mr Karofsky is unbearable! He doesn't do anything."

"What would you rather?"

"In an ideal world, he would love my company." Kurt stopped what he was doing to pull himself back to reality, "In the real world, he'd at least complain about my presence like my Grandfather."

"Da-Xai Khan," a deep voice said with a thick Middle Eastern accent said suddenly, "Your shift is over and it is time to go home."

"Mr Khan," Kurt said politely in a soft voice hulking block of a man, he sounded more nervous than he'd hoped, "It's nice to see you again."

"It is nice to see you as well Kurt," the man spoke sternly and with reason, "Still doing well in school?"

"I'm trying as hard as I can."

"That is all any parent can ask for." He didn't quite smile but Kurt knew that this was as close as the man got.

"I'm sure I've heard you and mum asking more of me." Dax said with an eyeroll.

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