"This place just keeps getting weirder." I stood outside the boy's locker room. America was so different. "What do they even do in here?" I wondered out loud.

"Hey Oliver!" I smiled. Turning around, I saw Kurt half running, half walking towards me. He had a carry bag with him as well as his normal bag. "What you are doing?"

I laughed. "Figuring out this strange new development." Kurt put a questioned look on his face. I titled my head at the locker room. He smiled.

"Oh, the locker room?" I nodded. "Oliver, you are such a virgin!" I frowned. "The locker room is where we get changed for gym."

"Gym?" I repeated. "Oh, like P.E.?"

"I'll assume that's some Australian mumbo-jumbo and agree. Yes and it is where most of society", He pointed at himself, "Slave away, exhausting ourselves climbing ropes and jumping over obstacles. Not fun and not good for the skin."

I smiled. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

"People have cut off their arm to get out of it." I let out a long 'oh'.

"So, do we change or something?" I looked at my clothes; army boots, skinny leg jeans and Batman jumper and James' scarf. Not very gym-worthy.

"Of course." Kurt laughed. "You get changed into gym clothes. Very un-fashionable." He opened his bag and gave some to me. "The office called me and said you didn't get some in the pack."

"I was lucky I didn't." I frowned at them. Pasty gray and just plan ugly. "Ugh."

"'Ugh' is the word." Kurt said. "Now", he glanced at his watch, "P.E. starts soon so we better get changed." We walked inside and I widened my eyes. Hundreds of lockers, all red, allied the walls and wooden benches sat underneath. Walking in, I took everything in.

"This is so cool." I said. Kurt snorted.

"It's a locker room."

"Thus the foundation of its coolness."

Again, Kurt snorted. "I'm gay, yet I don't find the locker room as nearly as interesting as you do."

"You better not, homo."

Kurt froze and looked petrified. The same jock from the cafeteria walked into with two other jocks. I stood my ground. Nervously.

"Better not what?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. My voice was slightly shaky and it killed me.

"You know." He nodded in Kurt's direction. "If that fag starts snooping, he'll get his face smashed in."

I laughed. Kurt took a deep inhale of breathe. I did something very dangerous. I felt it too. "I think that while Kurt is gay, he still has tastes.

He doesn't walk around perving on every guy." I added less confidently. "It doesn't matter anyway because you are clearly not his type."

Wham! The jock leant in and tried to smash his fist against my face, but I dodged it and ended up in the locker instead. That has got to hurt.

"You get a lot of nerve talking like that." The second jock said who was black. "Especially hanging around a fag like this." He reached down and grabbed the front of Kurt's jacket. Dodging another punch, I quickly ran over and stepped in between them.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? Or are you too thick to work it out for yourself? And don't you dare say that word in front of me. It makes me sick to my stomach." I snapped back, losing a bit of my cool.

"Oliver..." Kurt whispered behind me.

"What, fag? It's what he is. And in my book, this means you're qualified for the fag parade." He strung out the word, just to piss me off. He reached up his knee and gave me a good kick in the nads. I inhaled quickly but showed no tears. I didn't even yell, even though it hurt like a bitch. I swallowed with difficulty. He let me go and watched me crumble my knees. He walked away with the third jock following suit. "You better watch out with that attitude. I might have to teach you a better lesson." I coughed slightly while still on my knees. The first jock came back when the other left and bent down into front of me. He drew his eyebrows together and punched me in the nose. Keeping my pride, I did nothing, and let the blood run down my face. His became uneasy, and quickly left, leaving Kurt and me alone.

"Oliver." Kurt's voice was broken. He was clutching the spot where the jock had held him.

"Kurt? Don't want to be rude and break your train of thought, but I am dying." Came my pain filled voice from below.

Kurt's head snapped down."Oh my god! I'm too busy worrying about me..." He trailed off and knelt down next to me. "Can I do anything?" He asked, nervously.

I shook my head. Taking a couple of breathes; I slowly stood up, still bending over slightly. I grabbed a towel that sitting on a bench and wiped my nose with it. "Nah, Kurt. I'm a trooper by nature, all us Aussie are. How else do you think we can survive all the spiders and snakes that consume the place?" I laughed. Wobbling slightly, I grasped the locker and fiddled with the lock. I was about to change when I heard a sniffle. I slowly turned around and Kurt was crying.

"Kurt, I-". Kurt ran into my chest and kept crying. "Umm." I said, looking down. Kurt was actually only a couple of inches shorter than me.

"I know this is inappropriate. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I understand. I guess not many friends would take a kick in the nads for you?" I pulled Kurt away and grabbed his shoulders.

"Kurt? Stop crying." I didn't say it forcefully, but firmly. "Come on. You don't have to cry. They are gone, and it doesn't matter anymore."

But Kurt shook his head. "It does. They'll come back." He took a step back. "And they'll do worse." I closed the gap.

"Then I'll be here. You can count on me." Kurt smiled and turned away to his locker. "Always." I added, not totally sure if he hear me.

"I still think you shouldn't." Kurt mumbled. I slammed my locker.

"Kurt!" I shouted. I put my hands on my hips. He looked at me, nervous. "I think I can handle myself." Kurt shifted his eyes. "Oh. Don't worry." I straightened. "It will heal. I've encountered ten times worse than this." Kurt lifted his eyebrows. I waved my hand. "Please don't ask me what I do on the weekend."

"What?" He asked, interested.

"Let's just say, my dad is a psycho. He wants me to be in the army."

"The army?" Kurt repeated, disbelieving.

I nodded. "Crazy, huh? Since I could remember. I know how to kill a person with a credit card. I can hear from miles away. Hell, when I was 12, my dad blinded folded me and dropped me in the middle of the Australian bush and it took my four days to get out."

Kurt was shocked. "No kidding? The most my dad has ever trained me for was for football. You win."

I laughed. "Matter dropped, okay?" I asked, serious.

He shrugged and took his clothes out of his locker. I liked the new silence. I couldn't help but noticed Kurt. He seemed to have accessorized the clothes. I wasn't very surprised. I smiled to myself and took off my shirt. I was about to put on my gym one but a noticed I had had a cut. I rubbed it and it disappeared. Nearly taking off my jeans, I noticed Kurt glancing at me. I smiled. "Kurt?"

"Oh...Um yes Oliver?"

"Privacy. I'm cool with it but still with privacy." I turned around and raised my eyebrow. Kurt quickly turned around and focused on his top.

Taking off my jeans and revealing my Batman boxers, I put on my pants and fished around for my top. Reaching under the seat, I found a shoe. It was Giorgio Armani. A really good black one.

"Hey, don't kill me for being judgmental, but I think this is yours." I gave Kurt the shoe. He stared at it, remembering.

"They took this from me two months ago. Thanks." He didn't look up. His eyes were watering.

"Hey, at least you have the pair, right?" I offered. I was never good at cheering people up.

"You know what keeps me sane?" I shook my head. "I am superior and they will end up working for me." Kurt swallowed.

I considered. "Interesting." I looked at my watch. "Okay, we really need to get going." I shoved the rest of the stuff in my locker and slammed it shut. I pulled Kurt away from his shoe and ran to the gym, bursting open the doors. Big mistake.