"You are being sentenced to 6 months in Dalton Reform Academy for Boys, because you were caught both being a procurer and a prostitute." The judge announced to the audience, slamming his gavel on the thingy. Fuck, Kurt thought, I really hope this doesn't get out.
"Thank you, Judge Harper." Kurt's attorney said. She pulled Kurt outside the courthouse.
"Okay, I've heard of Dalton, it's a good place. You'll be fine." And shoved him into a car.
After the two hour drive to Dalton, Kurt was feeling like he needed a nice, rough fuck. 'Wonder where I could get one of those?' He thought absented-mindedly. The driver told him the directions to the Main office and walked Kurt to the front door- then left. Perfect. Completely ignoring the directions, Kurt strutted around, looking for someone to fuck. There weren't many boys around. On the third floor, what was this, Hogwarts, there was a curly haired, hobbit-like boy, just standing at the top of the stairs; watching Kurt walk up the stairs.
"Anything I could help you with?" Kurt asked.
"You look like something is really pissing you off."
"I need a fuck. I'm going insane."
"Oh how sad. When was your last one?"
"Yesterday."
"Damn, nympho, think I could help?"
"Yes, please." Pulling the boy- Kurt didn't know his name- into the nearest closet, they fucked.
And that was the end.
…
At least until the next day, when they found out they were roommates. Then it got awkward.