Author's Note: I didn't include all of the song because obviously glee isn't about bohemians with AIDS. I tried to make the lyrics as relevant as possible. Poor Kurt. I felt bad writing this.

"Hey fag." A couple of football players holler out to Kurt. He brushes them off and heads to the parking lot so he can drive home. He hasn't had the best day and this isn't helping. The larger boys come closer and Kurt finally turns around to face them.

"What? What do you want?"

"You know what guys do to gay fags like you?" The taller boy jeers.

"Don't answer that. I think you know the answer." The fatter boy pumps his hand into his fist.

"My goodness." Kurt rolls his eyes. "Just because you don't understand doesn't mean you have to go around making people feel bad."

"Oh we understand perfectly." The taller boy shoves Kurt to the ground.

"Hey! I'll have you know this jacket is very expensive." The fatter boy kicks Kurt.

"Get up, fag." Kurt stands up and brushes himself off.

"Fine. Go ahead and be idiotic homophobes. I'm confident in who I am. Nothing will change that." Kurt stands confidently, but his pride is reduced when he sees them glaring at him. Their eyes are burning with hatred. "Do your worst." Kurt says, bracing himself.

"Oh, he's asking for it."

"You like songs, right? I got one for you… Over the river and through the woods, into the dumpster you go." He bigger boy picks up Kurt and tosses him into the garbage.

"Hey!" Kurt hears a voice yell. He knows the voice of his own best friend. The voice belongs to Mercedes. The two football players cheer and run away. Kurt climbs out of the dumpster, covered in junk. Mercedes appears before him.

"You're a little bit late." Kurt says sarcastically.

"Sorry about that, Kurt."

"It's not your fault." Kurt sighs. He sits on the ground.

"You okay, honey?" Mercedes sings softly.

"I'm afraid so."

"They get any money?" She shrugs. Kurt laughs.

"No. Had none to get." He points to his torn jacket. "But they purloined my coat." He picks it up and sees the sleeve of his jacket hanging by only a couple threads. "Well you missed a sleeve!" He yells. Mercedes helps him up.

"Thanks."

"Let's get a band-aid for your knee." Kurt smiles as Mercedes puts an arm around his back. "You can come have dinner with my family tonight. We're having pasta." He hesitates a moment. "I do not take no." She glares at him and he smiles. At least he had Mercedes. She was such a good friend.