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Stepping out into the brisk November air, a thrill of exhilaration rushed through me. I normally am such a rule follower, sneaking around like this just feels so rightly wrong. Quickly looking both ways, I make my way across the street.

I make it about halfway down the block when from behind me I hear a call of, "Hey fag." Turning around I'm faced with the sight of Karofsky and Azimio clad in their letterman jackets. I roll my eyes before just turning around and continuing my journey to the store, not wanting to deal with them at the moment. I feel a heavy hand fall on my shoulder before I'm turned face to face with Karofsky. "I said'Hey fag'." he growls, warm breath fanning over my face.

"And I ignored you." I reply, trying to pull away.

"I don't appreciate being ignored fairy." Karofsky barks in response.

"Well you should learn to." I reply hotly, pulling away and taking a few steps away.

"Or maybe I should teach you a lesson." He snarls grabbing my wrist attempting to turn me around again, instead he pulls to hard and I lose my balance falling to the ground. He quickly adjusts himself so he's towering over me. "When someone says hello, you're supposed to say hi back." he says, emphasizing each word with a kick. Cringing into myself I try to avoid the blows. After a few more kicks, he stops, "Now, let's try this again," he growls, "hey fag."

"Hello Karofsky." I mumble trying to recompose myself.

"Better." He smirks, as he and Azimio share a laugh, before they turn to leave. I look up from my fetal position just in time to see Karofsky jumping back onto the sidewalk as a car zooms past, had I searched my mind at that moment, I would have found a thought somewhere along the lines of 'Karma truly is a bitch isn't it?'. Once they're gone, I pull myself back up and continue my trek to the store.

~oOo~

BLAINE POV:

The score is 13 to 9, the Buckeyes in the lead. With the slight lull in the game, Nick and Jeff have decided to start a game of Bang Kill or Marry.

"Harry freaking Potter, Darren Criss, or...Blaine Anderson." Flint challenges.

"Hmm...well," Jeff says, putting on his thinking face.

"Oh no...Jeff's thinking." Nick calls mockingly.

"Ha-ha very funny." Jeff dead pans. "Well, I'd off Blaine." He amends nonchalantly.

"Hey!" I call, placing a hand to my heart in mock offence.

"Well, it's simple logic, you're not famous, nor are you magical, therefore, you get offed." Jeff explains, and as odd as it is, I can actually follow his logic. "I'd bang Harry freaking Potter, because, let's face it, it would have to be magical." he continues, making sure to put extra emphasis on the word magical, "And I'd marry Darren Criss." he finishes.

Nodding his approval, Nick turns to me, "Blaine. Spoon, fork or knife."

I tilt my head in thought before replying, "I have a feeling this is going to say a lot about me as a person." This elicits a laugh from the group before I continue, "Well, I'd off the knife, because knives are dangerous. I'd marry the spoon, because, well, spoons are the least violent of them all. And I'd bang the fork because it's the only one left."

"Very well thought out Blaine-ferd" Wes chuckles.

"Blaine-ferd?" I question. "That's...new."

"You needed a more official sounding name for that comment." Wes defends himself. "Oh! I got a good one. Blaine."

"I just went!" I cry in response.

"But it's a good one!" He pleads. I sigh in defeat, and nod for him to continue. "Okay, so Tom Felton, Chris Colfer, or Kurt the attendant."

"Not fair!" I whine.

"Oh just answer." Jeff chides.

~oOo~

KURT POV:

The rest of the walk wasn't too bad, and I made it to the store relatively quickly. Now, I just have to get the milk.

LEVEL TWO: GETTING THE MILK

Entering the store, I head straight toward the dairy isle. It's just a carton of one percent milk, how hard can it be? I ask myself; little did I know just how hard it could be.

I reach the dairy coolers and instantly go to searching for one percent. Okay, so there's skim, chocolate, 2%, whole, where in the heck was the 1%? Then I saw it, the little section of one percent milk, right between the almond and rice milk, odd spot for one percent...I think as I walk over to it.

Grabbing the first carton, a trickle of milk starts down my arm. Cursing slightly, I replace the container and reach for the next one; however this one refuses to move. I try jiggling it, and pulling it, but after 3 minutes of failure, I move to the next column and grab the first container there. Luckily it comes out without a hitch, and grabbing it, I make my way to the check out.

~oOo~

BLAINE POV:

It's been 20 minutes since we asked Kurt for milk, and we haven't seen him since, however the other attendant, Mercedes (?) has been in here a few times.

"Blaine-ward!" Calls Cameron. "Where is your cute little attendant with our milk? I want my cookies!" He whines.

"Okay…one, where did Blaine-ward come from? And two, how am I supposed to know? Just because I think he's adorable doesn't mean I know where he is at all times!" I exclaim in response.

"Blainey's got a cruuuussshhhh!" Nick and Jeff sing song, and I can feel my ears redden.

FIN(N)?

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