Kurt hit the ground outside with a huge THUD! Sitting up, he groaned and rubbed his head. * That British-wanna-be bastard!* he thought to himself. Looking around him, he remembered that Edge was in the car. He picked himself up off the sidewalk and headed for the red SUV in the parking lot.

Edge was sleeping, curled up in the backseat, very peacefully. Just as Kurt was about to knock on the window, the blonde man bolted upright. Kurt flew backwards in shock and watched as Edge opened the door and stepped out.

"Hey, Edge....how are you feeling?" he asked, almost speechless at the abruptness that his friend had woken up. Edge looked at him, confused.

"Do I know you? And my name is Edgeward not Edge." he nodded his head at Angle and proceeded to walk towards the entrance to the club.

"WHAT???" Kurt stood in disbelief for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING WITH AN ACCENT?" he yelled as Edge walked away. The tall blonde turned around to give Kurt a strange look and entered the club, leaving Kurt all alone and confused.

"Why Christian, you should know that Kafka meant it as a humorous interpretation!" Edge was saying as Kurt re-entered the club and made his way to the bar. Christian scratched his chin.

"But Edgeward, the existentialists were so unconventional!" he replied, shaking his head. Edge sighed in disagreement.

"No Christian, my poor mislead younger sibling." The women surrounding them seemed confused. The men had lost them at the mention of Franz Kafka and his novels. Kurt looked stunned again and banged his head into the wall.

"NO!!!!!!" he yelled, moving to where the two blonds sat. "YOU TWO ARE NOT SMART!!!!!!!!!!" Christian's blue eyes were filled with confusion. Edge's brown ones narrowed at the shorter Olympic hero.

"Who the bloody hell are you to accuse us of being of lesser intelligence?" he rose to his full height and towered over the other man. Kurt looked saddened by Edge's reaction.

"You two are my best friends. I know you two and something horrible has happened." he looked like he was going to cry. "I just want my two retarded buddies back." The blonde men felt bad that they had made him cry. Christian put an arm around his shoulders and smiled. Edge struggled to smile too. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! Now I've got you!" Kurt had grabbed a chunk of each's hair and pulled them towards the exit. "You're going to get over this if I have to beat the intelligence out of you." He dragged them out the door and to his car. "AND STAY IN THERE!!!!! WE'RE GOING FOR A RIDE!!!" He threw them into the backseat and slammed the door.