A/N: You guys wanted me to upload the other ideas I have, but will likely never actually finish. Here's the first one. Basically a Glee/Supernatural crossover where Kurt and Sebastian are on-again, off-again partners. Kurt doesn't think Sebastian is attracted to him, so he tends to ignore his quips, which Sebastian gets frustrated with. This is supposed to cumulate into something involving sex, but, heh.

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Kurt has his gun trained ahead of him, it's powerful magnum bullet chamber full and primed for use. He was hunting an elusive wendigo that had preyed on two separate school trips before being driven off slightly by the fire the counselor's dropped cigarette had caused.

The fucker was very good at concealing his tracks, though, that's for sure.

He sensed a presence in the way he'd always been able to do and whipped around, gun pointing approximately towards the stomach level of a full-grown wendigo. The silver-tipped bullets wouldn't do much to it, but would hopefully slow it down some.

The muzzle of his gun met face to face with a mildly unimpressed guy, also with a large gun. "Will you point that thing away from my face? It's more valuable than that little toy."

"And you obviously know nothing about guns if you think your face is more precious than my magnum," Kurt replied dryly. "What are you doing out here, Smythe?" he asked, eyes searching around them once more as he pointed his muzzle downward.

"Hunting?" he said sarcastically. "What of it, doll face? Don't want someone else on your territory?" the rather irritating man said with a smirk.

"I just know sluts are more your thing. Oh, wait, I mean witches."

"So I can't hunt outside my preferences, Hummel? I've been doing it for a while now. I do believe I have a new type," he leered.

"Animals?"

"In the sack. For some reason, something tells me you'll be particularly wild."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Sebastian Smythe slept with anything that moved, so him coming onto Kurt was nothing relatively new. It was always a dirty joke with this guy. "My sex life isn't up for discussion, Smythe. Let's just find this wendigo before it smells that god-awful cologne you're so fond of."

"It's not the wendigo I'm worried about, it's the witches controlling it."

"Witch? One of those bitches is involved?"

"Careful now, your sorority sister is showing."

"Fuck you, Smythe."

"If only it was that easy."