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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or any of it's characters or plot lines or etc. etc. etc.

Or Spring Awakening for that matter.

Thank you Carson for the "Mr. Kurt Hudson" idea. I love you. Don't sue me.

It was Monday morning. Kurt stood at his locker, fixing his hair using the magnetic mirror on the inside of the door. He despised Mondays. The first day back to horrid school after a relaxing weekend.

"Actually, my weekend wasn't really that relaxing." Kurt thought, sighing to himself.

He still had the problem of the spray painted car. Luckily, Kurt had drove it to school before his dad had even woken up. But when he got home-

Kurt's thoughts were interrupted by a hand slamming his locker shut and then another hand pushing him against the chest, causing him to slam into the wall of lockers. Kurt's gaze wandered up the hand and arm pinning his body against the lockers. His eyes finally met with Karofsky's and Kurt saw out of the corner of his eye another football player.

"Hey fag!" Karofsky laughed cruelly, "Miss me?"

"No." Kurt thought to himself. He hadn't missed the bulky football player that near the beginning of the school year would help Puck in the "dumpster diving" activity everyday. However, the diving had stopped since Puck had joined Glee. And since Puck had stopped, the rest of the football guys had stopped. Puck was their leader.

"What do you want?" asked Kurt, tired and annoyed.

"It's time for some dumpster diving." Karofsky grinned.

Dumpster diving? Without Puck? That wasn't like them.

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"Because it's fun and we know you love it." Karofsky sarcastically sneered.

What had Kurt done to make him vunerable to dumpster diving again?

Karofsky grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him outside. He motioned for the other football player to follow. They walked to the dumpster.

Kurt didn't know what to do. He had no Finn to hold his bag or jacket. He bravely placed his bag gently on the ground and laid his jacket on top of it. He prayed silently that Karofsky and the other bully wouldn't steal the items.

Karofsky grabbed Kurt's arms and the other boy grabbed Kurt's legs.

And before he knew it, Kurt was lying in the dumpster with trash covering his clothes. He whimpered quietly at the sight and smell and then listened to make sure Karofsky and the other bully were gone before he got out. But instead of hearing them running away and laughing like he usually did, Kurt heard a yelp of "Leave me alone!" from a girl. He heard more shouting from her and then finally heard the bullies laughter get farther and farther away. They were gone.

Kurt was reaching up to the edge to pull himself out when he noticed he heard the same girl crying. He peeked his head up over the edge of the dumpster.

It was Rachel. Sitting in a puddle of mud. Crying. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her hands were covering her eyes.

Kurt pulled himself out of the dumpster, grabbed his stuff, and ran over to her.

"R-Rachel?" He quietly asked, "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Rachel snapped, her hands coming down from her eyes and her legs straightening out.

"N-no." Kurt said. He offered a hand to her, "You need to get up Rachel. The mud is ruining your clothes. Not that it's going to make any difference; your clothes are already hideous enough."

Rachel glared at him, but took his hand and stood up. "You wouldn't be the first one I'd think of to come to my aid. I thought you would've just pointed and laughed at me."

"And oh, how I would've loved to..." Kurt thought to himself.

"How did this happen in the first place?" He asked.

"Well, you see, I was walking down the hallway this morning when I saw that jerk Karofsky and his posse of one dragging you outside. I followed you guys to the dumpster and watched you get thrown in. And then as Karofsky and the other guy were walking away, I stopped them and smartly lectured them on how that was bullying and they could get in a lot of trouble for it. I told them to leave you alone. They laughed at me, insulted me, and then grabbed me. I screamed at them to let me go and leave me alone and then they pushed me into the mud and walked off." Rachel finished with a pout.

"Normal behavior of them," Kurt sighed, "Is any part of you hurt?"

"Just my dignity. And I have a few scrapes on like my hands."

"Well, we should go get the scrapes cleaned up. You wouldn't want an infection."

"Right..."

Glee Club Rehearsal

Where I go, when I go there
No more weeping anymore
Only in and out your lips
The broken wishes, washing with them, to shore

Touch me, all silent
Tell me please all is forgiven
Consume my wine
Consume my mind
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh

Touch me, just try it
Now, there that's it, Oh God, that's heaven
I'll love your light
I'll love you right
We'll wander down where the sins cry-

"What are you writing?"

Kurt slammed his notebook shut.

"None of your business Rachel."

"It better not be about me."

"It's not."

And it wasn't. Kurt had just had a bad day (dumpster dive, 3 slushie facials, and pantsing attempts in gym...why had so much bullying on him started again?) and daydreaming about Finn was his form of therapy.

And writing mushy Spring Awakening lyrics to match his daydream helped...

"Fine." Rachel's voice snapped Kurt out of his thoughts, "I bet you were writing something rude about me. Perhaps a note to Mercedes?" Rachel sighed, "I try to be nice, Kurt. Even though you are helplessly and stupidly in love with my boyfriend, I try to be nice. I even invited you to my party and everything. I don't want to be enemies. I want to be friends." She walked off.

Kurt rolled his eyes. He could never be friends with Rachel Berry. She was too annoying.

He flipped to the page in his notebook that he was on earlier and read through the lyrics again, his wonderful daydream playing through his head. Kurt took his black ballpoint pen and wrote "KH & FH" under the lyrics in an almost perfect, cursive writing. He looked at the page for a moment, then added "Mr. Kurt Hudson" onto the page.

It did have a nice ring to it.

"Alright guys!" Mr. Schuester started, "This week, we're going to be working on duets. Broadway duets. I'm going to assign each of you to a partner and each pairing to a broadway duet. I wanna see what you guys can do. Remember, broadway is all about being expressive and emotional, so make sure you show that while you're singing. Each pair will perform their song on Friday." Mr. Schuester handed out sheets with the list of songs and pairings singing those songs on them. Kurt read through it:

Broadway Duets

1. Lay All Your Love On Me (Mamma Mia!) -Puck and Quinn

2. What You Own (RENT) -Matt and Mike

3. Take Me or Leave Me (RENT) -Mercedes and Rachel

4. As Long As You're Mine (Wicked) -Artie and Tina

5. I'll Cover You (RENT) -Finn and Kurt

6. For Good (Wicked) -Santana and Brittany

Kurt rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing number 5 correctly?

Rachel's hand shot up into the air. Of course. She always had something to complain about.

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Yes, Rachel?"

"I believe that selections 3 and 5 are completely innapropriate. We are performing in a school environment and these songs are homosexuals singing to each other. Not that I'm homophobic. As you know, I have two gay-"

"We know Rachel." Mr. Schuester responded, exhausted of her complaining. "But they're good songs. Good broadway duets. They're fine."

"Can't we at least sing them each with a guy and a girl?" Rachel asked, keeping her gaze on Finn.

"No, Rachel. We're going to stay true to the musical. We're not changing it. I'm sorry." Mr. Schuester stated, making it final. Rachel sulked.

Kurt couldn't believe his luck. He was singing "I'll Cover You" from RENT with Finn. His heart fluttered at the thought.

Glee rehearsal ended, and everyone started gathering their stuff. Kurt picked up his bag and jacket and his-

where was it?

His notebook. Gone. His heart started to beat faster. What if Finn had found it? Or Puck? Kurt frantically looked around, but it was no where to be seen. He had to find it. He was busy looking under a chair when Mercedes tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for this?" She held up the notebook.

"Yes!" Kurt happily squealed, taking it from her, "Thanks Mercedes, I thought maybe-"

"Why didn't you tell me you liked Finn?"

Kurt was caught off guard. He had forgotton he had never told her of his crush.

"I don't know. I thought you wouldn't understand."

"Of course, I'd understand, Kurt. I'm your best friend." Mercedes responded, slightly hurt.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine...did you get thrown in the dumpster today?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Crap. Just...check your Facebook when you get home."

What was going on?

AN: HOORAY FINALLY. IT ONLY TOOK 6 HOURS! :D

Goodbye. Sorry if there was any typos, parts that were hard to understand, etc. I'm extremely tired. :(

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