"Oh my god, that was killer!" Kurt said, breathless as he skipped alongside Blaine. "I mean, we WON and it was all because of my girls! The jocks will NEVER live this down! It was even better than the win I delivered them last year! Did I ever tell you I was on the football team for, like, a nanosecond? One, brilliant WINNING nanosecond." Blaine was grinning, totally enjoying his friend's happiness. It had been a while since he'd seen Kurt so loose.

"I can't picture you in a football uniform," he said.

"I rocked it," boasted Kurt, still riding high, "I was totally hot. Tight little pants, big shoulder pads - the perfect blend of formidable and fabulous."

By this point, Blaine was outright laughing. "Hey," protested Kurt in mock outrage. "Watch it, you'll hurt my feelings!" He delivered a shove with a grin. Both boys giddy from the game win, the shove rapidly turned into a playful skirmish punctuated with whoops and laughter. They rounded the corner in a tight battle for possession of Blaine's tartan scarf and crashed into an immoveable wall of letterman jackets that sent them tumbling to the ground.

"Well, well, well, what have we here, Karofsky?" drawled a familiar voice. Kurt scrambled up and realized with a sinking feeling that he was once again pinned in an abandoned corner by his 2 chief nemeses. And with Finn having gone to celebrate with the team, no one was going to come to the rescue. Absently, he wondered if Blaine's poise was owing to years of killer kung fu training…

Dave barely looked at the pair, "Couple of clumsy fairies. Trip along little fairies…" He made to turn away, but Azimio stopped him. "Hold up now. Their clumsy looks pretty tangled to me." He eyed the scarf that Kurt had managed to loop around Blaine's waist. "What's this? Boy bondage, bumping into me? That's disgusting. I say we teach them a lesson." He slammed one enormous fist into the other. Blaine slowly untangled his scarf and looped it back round his neck. He didn't say a word. Kurt, incapable of such prudence, tried for blaze, "Bondage? I had no idea you were so kinky."

Before Azimio could reply, Dave stepped more firmly between them. "Shut it, Kurt," he said. "Man, let's just go."

"What're you talkin' about? I can't let them get away with that kind of disrespect to my person!"

"Seriously. Leave it. Anything happens to them and I'm expelled again." Dave tried to guide his friend away.

"Man, what is wrong with you? We break their jaws and they won't be talkin'. Since when do you back down from a fight, anyways? You goin' all fairy on me?"

"Yeah, I'm goin' all fairy," Dave sneered, trying to inject some sarcasm into the words. "But the difference between these ladyboys and me is that I'm a BIG fucking fairy, so unless you want me to mess you up, leave them alone."

Azimio's mouth hung open for a moment, then he grinned and slugged Dave's shoulder. "Big fuckin' fairy. Man, I have missed your sense of humour! Seriously, now, which one d'you wanna take? Curly or girly?"

"I mean it, Zee. No one touches them." Dave took a step in to his friend. If Azimio didn't back down now, this was going to get bad…

"What the fuck, man?" Azimio cast a glance behind Dave, to where Kurt and Blaine still stood shoulder to shoulder, warily taking in the proceedings. "This some kind of crazy gay voodoo? You sprinkle fairy glitter on him or something? Cause I know my boy'd never side against me … not with a couple of fags."

Kurt's eyes squinted a little, telegraphing that he was about to let loose a stream of eloquent, cutting - and seriously unhelpful - invective. Blaine grabbed his hand and squeezed it in warning, but before Kurt could do more than take a breath, Dave interrupted.

"I can't get expelled again."

Azimio looked back at him, confusion battling with anger. Finally, he stepped away. "Fine. Let's go. But this is not done." He shot the boys a glare before storming away. Dave followed reluctantly, a couple steps behind, hands shoved deep in his pockets. And Kurt was astounded to note that the look he shot over his shoulder was no glare, it looked … regretful.