It's my birthday. :D Reviews please.


"Kurt. You know I love you, but if you don't take those sunglasses off, I am going to yank them right off yo perfect face." The glasses were stylish, true, but Mercedes knew something was up. It was already lunch time and she knew her boy Kurt had enough sense to know not to wear sunglasses that long.

"No Mercedes, I look hideous today." Kurt whispered fiercely to his friend who was sitting across the lunch table from him.

"I know we all have off days- it happens to even me- but you got to remember Kurt that we still love you besides, your complexion is gorgeous. We all agree." Rachel piped in, encouraging him, while Tina nodded in support.

Kurt however still remained rather adamant about keeping the shades.

"Guys, you know I- hey! Puck! Give those back they are-!" Midsentence, Kurt seemed to remember his eyes were revealed and threw his hand over them. Though not before he watched Puck spin his designer glasses and catch them with his face.

Once they were off, everyone tried to see what was wrong with Kurt's eyes. Truthfully, they all believed Karofsky had harmed him somehow, it was why they were so concerned. It was no use. Kurt had covered his face up again too fast.

Of course, they weren't ones to give up. Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel shared a look. All with the same thought,

Tina and Rachel got up and walked around behind Kurt, silently. They then swiftly wrenched his hands away from his eyes while Mercedes got a look at him.

"Psh boy, you had us all worried for nothin'. You look fine! Maybe a little tired, but fine."

"Mercedes, the bags under my eyes are big enough for…for baby kangaroos! Baby Kangaroos would mistake my eyes for pouches. Very dark pouches."

"Baby kangaroos, Kurt. Really?"

"My dad ordered me a kangaroo. I see you guys are jealous." Everyone turned to look at Brittany, but they didn't stay looking too long. It was always amusing to hear what was coming out of her mouth, but there was no use starting a conversation about it. With Santanna besides her, they took a seat at the table as well. Since the tables couldn't exactly fit them all, they had two of them dragged closer together.

Mercedes, Rachel, Kurt, and Tina had been here originally but then Puck came. Of course he was accompanied by Finn. Now Brittany was here, and Santana. Mike and Artie had wandered in quietly earlier. Sam was there, but keeping more to himself and no one was quite sure where Quinn was.

Everyone was completely sure where their 'best buddies' were however, there was no way they could forget. Every single one of them sat at the tables beside them.

They had all managed to agree to being separated at lunch, but only this much. Beiste was watching them like a hawk and a lot of them had everything riding on football. It wasn't like it was their school work that was going to save 'em.

Lunch was the only break any of them had. Every second that their buddies could be with them, they were there. They had managed to turn this bonding activity into a nightmare, as only they could. Not like it was a good idea in the first place.

's ideas were never the best, but they were even worse when people started to agree with him.

"Kurt... are you really ok, cause ya know...?" He knew what she was asking, and he really appreciated the concern, but he didn't want to get into it now. All of them wanted to complain so badly, but with their 'buddies' constant vigilant watch over all of them, there was no private time to badmouth them.

"Mercedes... guys, all of you." Kurt took a sideways glance at the 'buddy' table.

"We'll talk about it in Glee."

"Got another brilliant idea?" Mercedes said, elbowing Kurt in the side, though not hard.

"I'm sorry I didn't know-"

"Watcha talkin' about Hummel? Is it something you should be sharing with your best friend?" A voice whispered right into his ear, but for the volume it was, he might as well have yelled it. Azimio was a few chairs a way and was laughing at him.

This is what Kurt didn't know. Apparently it was football's off season, and only the player's that were hoping to still be player's for next year were kissing up to Beiste now. Meaning, they were coming to Glee with them too because it was their off season. The voice whispering into his ear was Karofsky, obviously.

"No, best friend, it's nothing you need to know." Kurt replied vehemently, rolling his eyes as Mr. Schuester walked in.

They respected him as the person who helped them, as their Glee Coach, but right now all anyone wanted to do was yell at him.

"GUYS! GUYS! HEEEY!" Mr. Schue yelled as loud as he could, eventually getting everyone to quiet down. Smiling, he glanced around at everyone and nodded.

"Good, I am glad you all look angry… Puck. What do you think of when you think of a challenge?"

"Why Mr. Schue, challenging me to something? Cause you know you can't win."

"No Puck, that isn't what I meant, but I can see you have the right feelings behind it." Mr. Schuester glanced through everyone, and seemed to change his mind on the questioning. Instead, he turned around to write the actual word 'Challenge' across the board.

"This week I want you guys to all think of a song that doubled as a sort of a challenge. You will-"

"WILL YOU SHUT IT KAROFSKY." Everyone stopped to look at Kurt, whose sudden outburst had stopped everyone. His face was red in rage, and now a bit in embarrassment too.

"Uh, will you excuse us a second." Kurt hopped out of his seat and sent a glare towards Karofsky, whom also got up. Beating each other down with their eyes, they walked out into the hall, closing the door behind him.

"Karofsky, will you quit whispering crap into my ear. At least in Glee, please." Kurt couldn't handle it. Karofsky had continued to whisper annoying shit into his ear even after Mr. Schue had started talking. He had told him several times to shut it, quietly, until the ultimate outburst.

"Oh, and why not best friend? I think we need to talk more."

"Well I don't, I don't think we should be talking at all but if you continue to… I have a lot to talk about. I think everyone would find it fascinating to know your-" Karofsky quickly grabbed a hold of Kurt, slapping his hand over his mouth.

"Hummel, I swear, you better not say another word." All playfulness gone, Karofsky had gone suddenly serious. Dead serious, his words implying that the threat still held. That if he told anyone, he was going to kill him.

Kurt knew that those words were intended to scare him, but he instead simply licked Karofsky's hand, causing him to let go immediately.

"Fuck Hummel, that's gross." Karofsky said, wiping his hand off on his jacket.

"Don't go around licking people's hands, you don't know where they've been. Of course, I perhaps gave you a huge hint last night. You sure got a good look."

Again, Kurt found himself looking at Karofksy in dead shock, again being caught off guard. It took him a moment to regain his composure, as well as his angry face.

"You know Karofsky, yesterday when I was told I had to go live at your house I cried. I cried so hard, because I hate you that much and I was so scared of you, but you know what not anymore. I realized something yesterday too, this, this is my chance for some kind of revenge. Everyone's watching you, and you can't do a single thing, and maybe you aren't so scary after all."

"Oh is that right Hummel?"

"Yeah it is… and it seems we both have something we wouldn't want people to know. So you leave me alone for now and we keep this all between us? I won't tell anyone that you're… you know, and you won't tell anyone anything about what happened last night."

"…Fine." Karofsky looked a little reluctant, but there was nothing much he could do when Kurt knew his biggest secret. Still looking pissed at each other beyond reason, they turned to walk back into the choir room, where everyone pretended to not have been trying to spy.

Everyone was staring at them as they re entered, and they weren't trying in the least to hide it. They ignored the looks anyways, and Kurt turned to Mr. Schue.

"Sorry Mr Schuester, please continue."

"I was just saying how we'll have to end early today actually, Kurt. I have some things to attend to."

"Oh… a-alright." Great, now he missed the whole meeting. Sighing, Kurt slid back out of his chair. As their club advisor left, Kurt's friend's started to make their way toward him, but as if they had some silent agreement, everyone's buddy stopped them from going any further.

Great, this was miserable. The word buddy used to have a great connotation. Now every time Kurt thought of the buddies, he thought of it as "The Buddies." Not in the 'cute boy band', but more like 'the creepy people that watched your every move' kind of way. They were like some horrible protection agency.

Suddenly, Kurt's life was reminding him a bit of a horrible movie.