Disclaimer: I do not own Glee…unfortunately. Sorry for the lack of disclaimer in the first chapter.

A/N: This fic is a mixture of humor and darkness. It will start out humorous but will get dark as events turn. This is also eventual Puck/Kurt slash. Do not fear, it will be there but I am not one to throw them in bed in the first chapter. Alexi is an important character to me and she will be to all the characters in one way or another. To some more than others. Also a huge thank you to my amazing Beta: DustyDreams! Please read the story Pain if you haven't already!

Chapter 2:

Later that night, Kurt found himself in a similar situation which seemed to have no end in sight. He was laying across his white bed spread with his feet swinging to and fro over the edge. Thoughts of Noah Puckerman, a fellow Glee member, had again seeped into his mind. The more he thought about him the more lustful his thoughts became. He needed to talk to someone but his usual list of people-to-call-when-I-am-about-to-have-a-diva-meltdown were not ones to call to discuss and agonize over the

impending doom of a crush on one badass Noah Puckerman.

As far a Kurt knew, everyone still believed he had a huge crush on the slightly dim-witted, always confused co-captain of New Directions. That crush had long since taken a nose dive into the bottom of the ocean. 'This is senior year!' Kurt thought, almost angry with himself. 'Another crush on an agonizingly straight jock. Go figure…'

His thoughts drifted to Mercedes and why he couldn't call his best friend in the whole only had she dated Kurt's said crush but she was also the best friend of the cheerleader he had knocked up last year. She would wallop him upside the head, inevitably messing up his perfect hair, and threaten bodily harm if he even mentioned his crush. He loved his 'Cedes to death but sometimes telling her things was

like walking into sudden death. A bull with his horns aimed straight at the red cloth dangling before it.

His thoughts moved on to Artie or Tina and he quickly threw that thought away. There was no way that either of them, no matter how sweet and understanding they were, would understand a crush like his. They hadn't quite understood his crush on Finn and that was a crush on a nice adorable jock.

Dropping his head hard into his hands, he let out a strangled groan. Why did his life have to be so damn difficult? Was it so hard to have a crush on a nice normal girl like every other guy he knew? Well, almost. Rachel, the uber-opinionated slightly obnoxious co-captain of Glee, was not what anyone would consider normal, yet Finn still loved her. Since Finn was his almost-brother, he knew he had a duty to warn him of Rachel but he knew that as they had the previous year, his warnings would go unheard.

Rubbing his eyes while stifling a yawn, Kurt went to his satchel to take out what he didn't need for the next day. Nothing like an aching back to add to the slushy facials that would most likely take place the next day. As he removed the novel he had secretly stashed in the front flap of his bag, a pink piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Snatching it up and reading the finely written scrawl, he saw the name "Alexi," the "I" dotted with a small heart followed by a phone number. Snatching his phone from its

resting place on his nightstand, he quickly input the number and wrote a quick text message:

"-Alexi, Kurt here. Thanks for your number. What are you up to?"

Quickly pressing send, he set the phone down and strode over to his iPod stereo and pressed play. Soon, his room filled with the sweet melodic sounds of his favorite music. The music was slow and relaxing, filling him with a calm that he knew would last long. Grabbing his favorite pajamas and his dressing gown out from his closet, he quickly shucked his clothes and neatly set them aside to be dry cleaned.

Once that was done he lit some aromatherapy candles to give his room that soothing calm to match the melodic music drifting about. After pushing his head band securely over his hair , he set upon getting his nightly cleansing and moisturizing ritual out of the way. Halfway done putting moisturizer on his face, he heard his phone go off shrilly, jolting the calmness that had set in through out his body. Having forgotten that he had just sent a text out a bit ago he snatched up his phone ready to go verbal-bitch on whoever had interrupted him.

A smile suddenly replaced his glare as his flipped open the phone to read the pending message.

"-Kurt…? Oh! The guy who ran me over and drooled on my Alexander McQueen scarf. LOL! So, what's up? I didn't expect you to actually text me."

Kurt grinned even bigger at her proper texting. He was the only one out of anyone he knew who could write a regular text without all the idiotic text slang. Mercedes loved to confuse the hell out of his with her nonsensical texts.

To Kurt, Alexi seemed a lot less shy through text than she did when they had talked face to face. It still wasn't clear to him what had been so intriguing to him about this girl. Of course it wasn't like he had any attraction to her, but he felt some weird pull…as if he was meant to meet her.

'Ok, seriously! I need to stop watching those girlie lifetime movies after Dad goes to bed! Its making me way too "Made-for-TV Movie" here!

''-Well, nobody can tease me with words about a McQueen sweater and get away with it."

He smirked into his phone, wondering which sweater she had.

"-Ok, wise guy…fine, I will bring it tomorrow. I better get it back! Night!"

With a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire cat, he closed his phone and placed it back in its usual spot on his nightstand. A few minutes later, he was completely done with his nightly ritual and was soon tucked into bed. He had lowered the music that had been drifting through his room so that it was just a soft lullaby to his ears. Maybe it was the excitement of a possible new friend who was as impeccably dressed as he was or maybe it was the thought of an amazing sweater to wear. Before he knew what hit him, his eyes had drifted shut.

Early the next morning, Kurt was wide awake and feeling more energized than he had over the past few weeks. He glanced over his grapefruit to see Finn's head nodding inches away from his now soggy cereal. A line of drool dotted his chin near where his head was continually falling off the hand it was resting on. This sight was nothing new to Kurt seeing as how it replayed itself like a horror movie every morning. Some things would never change. Even having a girlfriend such as Rachel had not improved his soon-to-be brother at all. And to think he had actually had a crush on that. Now that their parents were attached at the hips, his crush had just felt wrong on so many levels.

"Finn, you are getting drool in your corn flakes." Kurt muttered, kicking the leg of Finn's chair.

Jumping up quickly and nearly knocking over said bowl and cereal, Finn looked around, sputtering garbled sounds that made absolutely no sense.

"Finn! Earth to Finn!" Kurt snarked out, snapping his fingers in the face of the older boy.

"Oh, hey Kurt…" Finn said groggily, the haze clearing from his eyes. "I did it again, didn't I?" he asked sheepishly.

"No…you and I were holding this whole long conversation about which is better: Prada or Gucci." Kurt grinned.

"What? We were? Well, I don't know anything about that fashion stuff you like but…" Finn said, looking utterly confused.

"Oh for the love of Gaga, Finn! I was joking. Yes, you were doing that drooling over your cereal, nodding you head, sleep thing." Kurt glared at the bigger boy clearly exasperated.

Finn grabbed a cornflake and flicked it at Kurt."Shut up, dude!"

"What have I told you about the word 'dude'?" Kurt simpered. It was truly a word he detested.

Finn rolled his eyes and quickly shoveled a spoonful of the soggy cornflakes into his mouth.

"Ok, disgusting doesn't begin to describe that! Anyway…I wanted to ask you something. Have you seen the new girl, Alexi, around?" Kurt took a sip of his apple juice as he stared up at Finn.

"Actually, I have. After Rachel went on and on about hearing the girl singing in the auditorium by herself the other day she made me take a listen. Rachel is on one of her little missions to recruit the girl." Finn reported.

"I ran into her yesterday. She seems interesting." Kurt said, thinking back to the killer ensemble she was wearing the day before.

"She reminds me a lot of you." Finn said grinning.

"We have been over this! I only wore a skirt that one time and it was a man skirt at that!" Kurt crossed his arms in a diva-like fashion.

"No, stupid. I just meant the way she dresses. She wears clothes as nice as yours." Another cornflake sailed over Kurt's shoulder

"Some football player you are…can't even hit me with a cornflake." Kurt muttered, his posture less defensive.

"Whatever, dude." Finn rolled his eyes as he rinsed out his bowl and placed it in the sink. "Are you giving me a ride to school or what?" Finn swung his bag over his shoulder and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Yes, fine. But you put your grimy feet on my dashboard again and I am booting your ass to the curb." Kurt sauntered out the front door, his hips swinging with diva flair.

The drive to school was uneventful and only twice had Kurt pulled over to attempt to push Finn from his baby. Once they parked, Finn took off in search of Rachel while Kurt held his head high, then nearly stopped as he saw the usual herd of jocks walking towards him. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'another trip to the dumpster.'

Before the jocks could even get close, Kurt felt an arm loop through his. He jumped, fearing it was another jock that had hidden and was preparing to keep him there until the other jocks came. He looked up and let out a deep sigh of relief. Alexi had woven her arm through Kurt's and smiled a shy but knowing smile. Her other hand was nervously twisting the ends of a cashmere purple scarf that was again knotted right at her throat.

She quickly steered him away from the jocks towards her car which was parked a few spots from Kurt's.

"How did you know?" Kurt asked as they reached her car. His voice held a tone of obvious relief.

"I saw you get dumpster tossed yesterday. I asked around a little bit and I was told it was a normal thing. Least I could do was steer you in another direction." Alexi opened the door to her back seat and pulled out a very soft black sweater and handed it to Kurt. "I would wear it after you get slushied…"

Kurt nodded, his eyes swimming with excitement. It was the sweater he had been eyeing the other day.

"You are amazing, Alexi!" Kurt leaned in to hug her and Alexi jumped back as if stung. Kurt looked confused. "Are you alright?"

"Y-y-yeah I'm fine. Really! I have to get going! I am supposed to meet the coach of that Glee club you mentioned. This girl named Rachel won't get off my back until I go see him." Alexi looked down, her face a bright red.

"I'll go…with you…" Kurt's words died on his lips as Alexi had already ran towards the front doors of the school.

'That was odd…' Kurt's thoughts of what just happened clouded his mind as he looked around for the jocks. Seeing none of them in sight, he took off towards the same front doors, hoping to catch Mercedes before she went to her first class. He knew if he didn't talk to her she would be murderous by the time he saw her during 3rd period.