Kurt was really not in the mood to deal with Ms. Pillsbury at that moment. If he was only useful in his glee club as a spy, then he was going to be a spy. Rachel said he wasn't alone in glee club, but she was the only one to sing a duet with him and she was on the girl's team. Kurt didn't even like Rachel and the fact that she was his solace was frustrating.

He was a member of the team! He shouldn't have to go to some prep school to spy to feel like he was needed. Yet there he was, storming off to his car, so he could drive to Dalton Academy.

Even in a challenge Mr. Schue specifically altered to suit his styles, he couldn't shine.

He was fuming, and he didn't want to deal with the guidance councilor. Though she wasn't at the top, she still made the list of adults who had disappointed him.

She ambushed him with her doe-eyed enthusiasm and hopeful smile. "Kurt! Thank goodness, I've caught you!"

Kurt grimaced, but turned to face her. He may have blamed the entire faculty for not putting a stop to his bullying, but like Mr. Schue, she didn't see enough of it to actually help. Kurt had overheard Mr. Schue once saying she tried to get stricter enforcement of the anti-bullying policies.

She led him to her office and sat him down. "Give me one moment," she said as she carefully wrote something down on a slip of paper. Kurt shifted in his seat. Jeez, why was her office always so uncomfortable? He skimmed the titles of her outrageous pamphlets as he waited for her to finish. "My Lesbian Best Friend Loves Me Back, Now What?" What did that even mean? Where the in the world did she get those things?

"Here," she hummed, obviously pleased- either with the contents or the nearly typed print, he didn't know.

Kurt stared at it and tried not to make his bitch stare too obvious. Charlotte Anderson. Underneath was an address and phone number.

"And this is…?" he asked her, his brows furrowed.

"That. Is the telephone number and address of Mrs. Anderson. She's looking for a babysitter." Kurt stared at her and made a valiant effort to discover whether or not she was serious. It was to be determined.

"You can't honestly mean me?" Kurt was not good with children. They were too messy and crazy. And the only child he had ever known to care about their appearance was himself. Not to mention children usually hated him. Once he complimented a little girl on her adorable little princess costume while passing out Halloween candy and her only response was, "You sound like a girl." What an unruly little child she was. And Kurt thought he could pull off judging others when he was a kid.

"I know you have a lot on your plate right now, Kurt," she smiled, "But I really think you should meet this family. Right now the mother really needs a sitter and I mentioned you to her."

"Would she even be okay with my sexuality?" Kurt asked, slowly feeling himself caving in. He looked warily at the slip of paper.

"That's the best part!" Ms. Pillsbury clapped, "Mrs. Anderson is looking for an open-minded sitter! Here, let me call her for you." She made a quick phone call, as Kurt sat in his seat awkwardly. He probably shouldn't have said yes. He didn't want to at all. But McKinley was suddenly and quickly infiltrating all his retreats.

"Great," she smiled, "He'll be there soon!"

She turned to Kurt. "Would it be okay for you to meet Mrs. Anderson right now? I'll right you a pass to get you out of the rest of your classes."

Kurt agreed. It was a better idea than spying on some school anyway. Kurt got enough crap from his own glee club, he didn't need to worry about prep school boys giving him crap either.

He texted Finn to get a ride home and used his smart phone to look up directions when he stopped by his locker to get his books, happy to finally get out of his own personal hell.

After glancing once more to the meticulous script in his hand, Kurt knocked on the front door of the Anderson residence. While his heart did not leap for joy at the prospect of babysitting, anything would be better than having idea after idea shot down by the guys who were supposed to be his friends. Well screw them.