Right now, I believe that my life sucks. Today I got up and my father told me I was fat, lazy, and ugly. I believed him. Today I got up and went to the Lima Bean, which resulted in getting two iced coffees thrown at my face. And let me tell you, ice cubes fucking hurt. Then I saw him looking at me. Yes, him. The most beautiful, wonderful, amazing human being alive.

Kurt Hummel.

Just because I didn't need him to take care of me until my death date, I could always woo him with my charming ways. That was my first fucking mistake. I went to say hello to him, ended up fumbling over my words (smooth move, jack ass) and got glared at by the one and only Blaine Anderson.

That's how I ended up here, at an empty table in the very corner where no one will be able to find me, with my laptop open and a Microsoft Word document open. Mistake number two. Never ever decide to write the list of charities you were going to donate all of your stuff to in public. Because guess what two idiots are going to be the only people who looks for me, even though they had to pass his table. Ding, ding,that's right, people who actually read this. Nick and Jeff,otherwise known disguastingly as Niff. I swear, I just want to throw up when they are in the same room with me.

Anyways, those two bastards come bounding in, holding hands and shit like that. Jeff is looking around and I'm trying to hide even though I knew that they weren't looking for me.

But no, I was wrong. I was exactly who they were looking for. They manuevered their way to me and snuck up behind me.

"Hey, Sebastian! Whatcha doing?" Nick asks in such a chipper tone, it makes me want to throw my cup of coffee at him. I found that my temper was shortening more and more by the day.

"Yeah, why does your laptop say..." I close my laptop lightning fast before he could read the rest.

"Hey guys. What's up?" I ask, hoping that the two dimwits would forget about what they saw. "How's the Warblers? You guys should be rehearsing."

"We came here to apologize for the voting you off of the Warblers. We're really sorry that we voted yes. We sort of came to think of us as friends." Jeff said, in the sweetest tone ever created possible.

I don't really know what happened with my emotions there, but what he said really ticked me off. I just sort of lost my cool there.

"Friends? What gave you two retards the idea we were friends? I would much rather kill myself than strike up a friendship with people as stupid as you. I don't think you get it, if you mess with me, which all of you fucking Warblers did, I will destroy you. I mean ripping your emotional strength to pieces and making sure you go to bed every night crying. Don't even think for a fucking second, which I'm pretty sure you can't, that I will take mercy on you because you pranced in here with your fucking bubble of happiness and apologized. I. Will. Destroy. You." I all but yelled at them. I'm sure that there were tears in Jeff's eyes and Nick had his jaw drop from shock.

But I didn't care. They were horrible jerks anyway. In fact, I picked up my full coffee cup and smirked. I took off the top and dumped it on the both of them before storming out of the shop. That should get them to leave me alone for a while.

I felt someone take a hold of my arm and I looked back. It was him.

"Sometimes, sticking up for you can be so hard when you act like such a douschebag. I had to yell at Blaine for your sake. I told my boyfriend that he was a fucking idiot for even thinking about beating you up, I hope you are happy." Kurt growled.

I was. I was so fucking happy.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I haven't gotten into the writing mood for a while.