AN: Thanks so much for the reviews, I'm glad everyone likes it so far. The chapters will continue to be slightly short, just because I want to write as much as I can for this fic and I think it will work better if I write smaller chapters.
Disclaimer: Mine is the Plot.
It wasn't as if Kurts and Quinns change had gone unnoticed by the school. If anything, it was the topic of conversations for the majority of the student body for weeks. Strange looks were shot at them all through their classes, whispers followed them through the hallways. They were the most known people at the school now, and it bored them.
"You would have thought that everyone would have moved on by now. By you're still hot topic number wah." Santana grumbled at the pair. She and Brittany had taken to spending a few lunchtimes a week with the pair after many failed attempts at getting Quinn to bleach her hair, and for Kurt to ditch the piercings.
Quinn rolled her eyes at the Cheerio and threw her cigarette further into the bleachers. "Who cares Santana." Kurt grinned from his place behind Quinn.
"Satan cares Q." He lifted a hand to Quinn's hair and started to braid the short mess. "She would rather the world be focused on her."
Santana shrugged. "He's not wrong there sweetheart."
Quinn narrowed her eyes at Santana. "What have I said about pet names?"
"Yeah, yeah." Santana flicked her high ponytail aside, a wicked grin graced her features and she raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow at Kurt. "Talking about pet names, I heard one Blaine Anderson call you something the other day as I was walking past your locker. He seems rather attached to you."
Kurt groaned. "He's almost insufferable, if it wasn't for his fantastic ass, I wouldn't be bothering to put up with the overexcitable puppy."
Quinn tilted her head up to Kurt. "Puppy? What happened to Hobbit."
"He's like a mix breed, Hobbit Child Puppy with a great butt."
The girls laughed. "And you're his little Kurtie Pie."
Kurt glared at the girl. "I swear to god Santana."
She waved a hand him. "Never mind the adorable nicknames. Has Rachel tracked you guys down yet, she's been planning something with the Glee club to try and get you guys to join again. I told her to not bother, but does she listen?"
"No." They all said at once, bursting into laughter.
"Quinn, Kurt! There you are! I've been looking for you all lunch." They all groaned.
"Speak of the devil." Quinn muttered.
They all looked to the newcomer. "Rachel." Kurt uttered in greeting. The short girl nodded to them and strode forward, a determined look on her face.
"I just wanted to say that I'm glad you two have," she paused and strained her next word, "found, yourselves. But Glee club needs you. You're both such amazing and unique singers that without you, New Directions just isn't the same."
Kurt sighed, he almost hadn't quit the Glee club in the first place, but Quinn had refused to stay a member and Kurt didn't want to be in it if Quinn wasn't.
She had been the main reason he stayed sane during last year. She had found him after a particularly bad run in with Karofsky and comforted him. After that, they became slightly closer, short polite conversations in the hallways between classes, bumping into each other during shopping trips, the more they talked, the closer they became. It wasn't until they got a duet in Glee together, that they truly became best friends. When that happened, they became almost inseparable. They had a perfect friendship. But getting closer also meant growing apart from the other members of the club, not that they cared, as long as the pair were still in New Directions and their voices were at it's command.
Funny that when they quit, that's when their voices were needed.
Quinn extended her hand out to Kurt's, a gesture of reassurance that they were doing what they felt was best. He wrapped a finger around hers and smiled down at her.
They lifted their gazes to Rachel. "Sorry Rachel, you may need us, be we don't need you."
Santana nodded at Kurt's statement and stood from her place on the ground. "I told you Rachel. They won't come back. Lunch is almost over, let's get you back to big foot." She smiled at the pair and turned to head back indoors, grabbing Rachel's arm and pulling her along. Rachel huffed, but followed along anyway.
"Your puppy joined Glee Club."
Kurt groaned, letting a puff of smoke escape his lips. He shook his head and took another drag. "He's not my anything Santana."
She shrugged and sank down to the floor. "Whatever you say Kurtie Pie, anyway, that puppy can sing. You should hear him, see him even." She shivered. "When he sings, he definitely isn't a puppy. More like a minx, and he can shake his butt like a maraca, I bet he can take one hell of a pounding." She winked at Kurt.
Kurt blushed. "I'm going to hurt you."
"I thought you were going to save that for Anderson."
"Santana." He growled.
"Fine! Be that way, don't let me have any fun. Where's Q anyway?"
Kurt took a final drag of his cigarette before putting it out and throwing the butt away. "She's got study hall."
"And she's not skipping because?"
"Because she has a ton of homework from skipping and her mum will kill her if her grade drops below average."
Santana's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "She cares?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "We both do. We don't want to screw up our education. Why did you think we would?"
She raised an eyebrow and gestured at him. "Look at you."
"And look at you, you're a cheerleader. People expect you to be dumb and for you to only care about how high your ponytail sits and what routine you should do for the next game."
"But-"
He cut her off. "You're not like that, and neither are we."
"Pink looks good on you."
"What do you want Anderson?"
"To make you smile." Kurt looked up in surprise at the happy dark haired boy that had interrupted him during his study hall period.
"You're really strange you know that right?" Blaine only smiled and took a seat opposite Kurt, putting his bag down and pulling out some work.
They sat like for a while, in a comfortable silence working through their notes and assignments.
"Do you really think I have a nice ass?"
"Oh my god, what?" Kurt stuttered, his eyes wide and his cheeks faintly pink.
"My butt, someone told me you thought it was nice." He scrunched his nose up in thought. "Fantastic! I think that's the word they said you used."
"I'm going to kill Santana." Kurt muttered under his breath. He raised his voice so that the boy opposite him could hear. "It's your best feature." He gathered his things quickly and almost ran from the room, heading to his locker to put his stuff away before rushing outside for a dart. "She is dead."
