A/N: General disclaimer: I don't own anything, probably not even this idea, I'm just writing for fun, so I really hope you enjoy it!


Kurt flung himself out onto the surrounding grass of McKinley's football field in frustration, lamenting the fact that smoking was such an outdoorsy activity. He scrunched up his eyes irritably up at the sun and shoved his sunglasses harder against his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to block out the radiating rays of the sun that was way too fucking hot for Ohio in the first place.

He had already been kicked out of the bathroom for smoking, otherwise he'd be there now. Honestly, the trials and tribulations he had to go through just to get his fix of nicotine. He slowly dragged on the cigarette between his lips, blatantly ignoring the piercing ring of the bell that resounded across the school parking lot, signaling the official start of the first day of school.

Kurt smirked to himself as he watched students clamber towards the doors, frantically rushing to each of their respective cliques. Like ants following the queen or aliens to the mother ship, or, Kurt snorted ruefully at this one- Nazis following Hitler. But then again, the American public school system was just as corrupted, possibly on a higher scale. Some days Kurt didn't know why he even bothered coming to school, what difference would it make? They were all going to die anyway.

But at times like those, Kurt was always reminded of what force was pulling him out of bed each morning. And it was currently approaching him, pink hair, piercings and all.

"You're late." he told his best friend, replacing the cigarette back into his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," Quinn said, seizing the cigarette out of his mouth and shoving it to her own lips.

Quinn Fabray was the closest thing Kurt had to family. That was, a family that wasn't vegetating on the couch, completely unresponsive and apathetic towards the world around them. Kurt often wondered what it would be like to lead such an impassive existence, but then was reminded of what that was every time he got high. A favorite pastime of the two Skanks.

Finding Quinn was like a God send, except Kurt didn't believe in God, or the fates or any other higher cosmic power. If either subsisted, well then, his life wouldn't be such a hell hole, would it? It comforted him at least to know that he was not alone in his suffering. Quinn was right there with him. She had gotten pregnant freshman year, abandoned by her parents and the supposed love of her life. After that she had become just like Kurt, a firm believer that life was pointless and unfair. They were both outcasts. Part of the infamous gang at McKinley known as the Skanks. They were quite notorious around the school, and including Quinn and Kurt, the group came to a total of two members. But for the two Skanks, two people was quite enough thank you very much. Perhaps this had something to do with their mutual hatred of any living thing that wasn't one another that prevented them forming new friendships.

They had a pretty good thing going on, Kurt and Quinn. Nobody else was required in Kurt's own perfectly imperfect continuation of the iniquitous anguish christened as life. That was how he would like to keep it. And then Quinn opened her fat mouth.

"Have you seen the new kid yet?" she asked casually from where they were seated, watching the last couple stragglers hurry into school.

Kurt turned his head over to her with an expression that read "Really?" under his sunglasses, one pierced eyebrow popped up from underneath those aviators, "And what makes you think I would be anywhere remotely near those sniveling snot rags?" referring to the general population of the high school.

Quinn shrugged, ignoring his clipped tone, she was used to his petulance, "He's hot."

It had never been officially established throughout the student body that the renowned Kurt Hummel was gay. All they really knew about him was that he never dated anyone and to stay away from him. At the beginning of every year Kurt got some obnoxious giggling freshmen girls whom had ignored the warnings and asked if he would ever want to go out with them. Usually he would simply glower at them and wait for them to leave, or push past them. He was untouchable and that's how he liked it. Only Quinn really knew that he was gay.

"Is that why you were late?" Kurt asked, keeping the interest out of his voice, "You were eye-fucking your new boy toy?"

Quinn returned with a knowing smirk "Wouldn't make a difference anyway, I hear that he plays for the other team."

'Damn her' Kurt thought, leave it to his best friend to know how to spark his curiosity and simultaneously his annoyance. Attempting to avoid just how interested he really was in the supposed hot new gay kid, Kurt said dramatically "Why must everyone use that euphemism? What's wrong with saying 'gay' it's not like you'll catch it if you say the word." But one glance at Quinn's face told him that she wasn't buying it for a second. "Whatever." he said bitterly, but at the same blushing under his pink streaked hair.

"You know, I'd make a joke about that" Quinn said with an evil little smirk on her face, "Butt fuck it."

"God." Kurt said, flopping backwards into the grass with a thump, "You're so immature."