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"I don't see what the problem is."

"Well it looks as if we agree on something because neither do I."

Kurt huffed. He knew he shouldn't have come into Jesse's office. Silly him, he thought a one-on-one conversation would be civil. "Again, I don't see why."

"Kurt, we're not changing the lyrics around in 'Yesterday' just because you're gay and would rather be singing about a boy."

"It's not what I prefer." Kurt corrected. "It's what makes a statement. Think about it. If we go on stage and-"

Jesse looked past Kurt to his door. Kurt also looked back at what had stolen his attention. "Rachel, hello." Jesse smiled as she entered his office. "Finally. Someone I don't mind speaking with."

She grinned. "Good. I was wondering if we could have a quick conversation."

"Kurt, you're excused." Jesse waved him away toward the door.

"I judge you for dating him." Kurt told Rachel as he walked passed her through exit.

Jesse readdressed Rachel. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing, I just…You're friends with Quinn." She sat in the chair across from his desk.

"One could say, yes." He agreed wryly.

"Which means you generally have some type of understanding. To go as far as to say you know her, for instance, would not be a lie."

"Rachel, you're being coy. I don't have time for coy."

"Fine. Quinn's been avoiding me. Ever since I got back home she's been reluctant to spend time with me. Even in routine activities like glee. I was hoping you could shed some insight." Quinn's avoidance was becoming a great hindrance in Rachel's efforts for making their friendship a comfortable one.

Jesse took a moment before answering, thinking over what Rachel had just informed him of. He already knew all of this as his observing skills were amongst the best he's ever seen which only further proved his advanced observant skills. Still, it was all just so perfect. "I wouldn't stress over it. Quinn's avoiding you because of something I said to her." He chuckled. "She's so great at disproving theories that one."

"So I didn't do anything?"

"No."

Relief crossed over Rachel's face before something occurred to her. "Well what did you do?" She sent Jesse a hard glare. He just found it cute.

"Nothing permanent, I assure you. I'm only trying to help our troubled, blonde friend, and she'll eventually return to join us in reality."

"I'm not sure I like being in the middle of your games."

"It's not a game, Rachel. It's something to actually take seriously…and be joyfully amused by at the same time."

"Can I do anything?"

"No. I'll eventually yank her out of her soft cocoon of denial. It's not really something to be concerned about." He paused as he saw the opportunity he was just given. "Actually, you know what, you can do something."

"Really?" She asked hopefully. She quite liked the idea of helping her friends; playing savior even. It will look good in her future memoirs.

"Yes, you can help speed this process along. The lapse in action is getting boring."

"Okay, I'll be sure to help as much as I can, but in order to do so, I think I need to know what you two talked about to spur this on to begin with."

"I can't tell you that. It's private. However, Quinn can fill you in if that's what she desires. In fact, I think you should go ask her." He smirked. "It's fourth period. She can usually be found in the library at this time pretending not to be a nerd."

"I can't." Rachel held up the pass in her lap. "I'm only on a bathroom break."

"Rachel, it comes time in everyone's life to recognize that they're a senior in high school. And seniors in high school are given a freedom that other students are not. Especially ones that have their credits and will be studying at New York University next year. You're really going to tell me that you've never opted out of attending a class?"

Rachel paused to think about it. Let's see, there was the week she was obsessed with Mr. Schue. She doesn't remember going to any class other than Spanish. There was filming parts of "Run, Joey, Run." There was spying on the glee club and bargaining with Lauren to get proof. There was leaving early to go meet up with Kurt and Blaine at the Lima Bean when they were attending Dalton. There was privately performing her original songs for Finn. There were interviews with Jacob Ben Israel to practice how to deal with the press. There was cleaning up after slushies in the bathroom. There was the occasional chasing of love interests during a school day. Not to mention the countless amounts of performances throughout the school at any given moment.

"Maybe once or twice."

"See." He leaned back in his chair. "You should take advantage of your senior perks. If you don't use them now, then when?"

She hesitated. "Jesse, I should really get back to class. I'm already mysteriously late."

He sighed airily. "Fine, fine. Let the opportunity squander away. That's your choice." He waved her off toward his door as well. She frowned before dismissing herself.

Once Rachel was entirely out of the small room, Jesse allowed a satisfied smile to grace his features. It had been just over a week since Jesse pointed out the obvious to Quinn. He still really didn't understand why Quinn was acting like it was such a big deal. He honestly refuses to believe that Quinn hadn't questioned any of this prior to his intervention. She was anything but daft. Besides, Quinn was giving off too much of a response for her never to have questioned her evident and repressed lesbianism. She had been staying clear of Rachel and snapping at Jesse. Had that not been the first two months of their friendship last summer, then he may have backed off. As it was, oh well. If Quinn wanted to play this game using her Quinn skills, then Jesse was going to play his Rachel card. And then he'll laugh mightily over the fact that he and Quinn weren't even in the same league.

Quinn sat in the library working on her pre-calc homework. It was due in sixth period and should have been completed last night, but she was provided with some distractions. Santana, being Santana, didn't see the problem in forcing her way into everyone's life who was supposed to be tutoring Brittany. Last night along with this morning, Quinn had been the target. Brittany was about as good at math as Jesse was so it was never an easy task, and Karofsky seemed to be in hiding every time math sessions needed to take place. Quinn was beginning to lose patience with the whole situation. It didn't help that that wasn't her only distraction of the moment. In fact, she may have been taking some pent up frustration out on Santana, but as she was Satan's descendant, Quinn didn't feel all that guilty.

Along with Santana, Jesse was also on Quinn's list. Thanks to the unlovable boy and his stupid, stupid ideas, Quinn may have been losing some common, everyday focus. Despite having no desire or reason to, she may have spent a portion of her time over the last week thinking of her Lima Bean conversation with Jesse. It had been her main distraction over recent days, and she was getting pretty tired of it. It didn't even make sense why he'd try and have a conversation like that with her. For one, didn't he still have feelings for Rachel? If so, why would he try and see if someone else had feelings for her? For two, it was ridiculous. He was wrong, and now he was busy pestering her over something that will never be proven because there was nothing there to prove.

She did not have feelings for Rachel. There was no reason to even be thinking this. She had just gotten to the point where she even could handle being around the girl for an extended period of time, and now Jesse wanted to exaggerate everything most likely just to make his life overdramatic and interesting. Really, Quinn needed to stop surrounding herself with these types of people. It was becoming a hazard. Because this whole situation was insane, and she just, she needed to stop dwelling on this, that's what she needed to do. It had already been a long, emotional year, and it wasn't even close to being over yet. She really didn't need anything more to be thrown onto her plate. Especially when she just taken up being relatively happy and stable on a regular basis.

Thankfully, she was given a small break from all of this when Rachel took her mini trip. Everyone who applies to NYU for the Tisch drama department has to provide an artistic review as they will not be accepted without one. So Rachel and one of her fathers drove over to New York last week in order to go to her review and explore the campus. She was gone for the weekend and two school days which gave Quinn a great escape and Jesse nothing but a headache. (Rehearsals couldn't very well go on when missing one of their leads.) Still, she was curious how it all went and has been since Rachel got back. It was clear the other girl was excited which was a good sign, but surprisingly, no one was really talking about it. So Quinn couldn't learn what was going on with Rachel while paying attention to other people like she had in the past. And it wasn't like she could go ask Rachel because that would defeat the purpose of a break of separation, and if she asked Jesse, then that would give him a point. And Quinn was already losing. She couldn't afford to let Jesse get anymore ahead. That would provide him with happiness, and if there was anything he didn't deserve at the moment–

"Quinn." Rachel pulled Quinn from her thoughts. She then proceeded to watch as Quinn was obviously startled. Rachel knew this because the seated girl may have jumped a tad before dropping her calculator. Though harmless, it was a rather loud sound since the library was mostly silent. Maybe she shouldn't have come here. She was halfway back to her class when she changed her mind. Really, it wasn't like she was going to face any consequences, and Rachel has missed class for a lot less. Sue her.

Quinn straightened up her school work and set aside the calculator that was obviously out to get her before looking back up at Rachel. "Uh hi."

Rachel sat down across from Quinn. "What are you doing?"

"Math. Or at least trying to. I'm a little behind because Santana's a controlling bitch."

Rachel paused at Quinn's mini outburst. "Would I be over stepping if I asked if you were in a bad mood or not?"

"No." Quinn sighed. "But trying to tutor Brittany in the middle of the hallway while Santana's watching over your shoulder, telling you what to do can be really grating."

Rachel frowned, perplexed. "Hallway?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Well is the group tutoring not going well because if Brittany needs extra help, I'm quite advanced intellectually."

"What Brittany needs is a mismanagement in paperwork. Maybe we can get Lauren and Puck to break into Figgins's office to alter her records."

"I'm not sure I approve of breaking the law."

Quinn looked on bemused. "You sent a girl to a crack house."

Rachel sat up straighter to defend herself. "First of all, that's not actually illegal and also, I approve of crossing boundaries if necessary to achieve the greater good and finally, I've made amends for that, thank you very much. I don't see why it must continue to be brought up."

"How is Brittany graduating with us not part of the greater good?"

"I meant my greater good."

Quinn chuckled. "Of course. How foolish of me to misunderstand."

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Really, Quinn, misinterpreting my intentions. Reminding me of past blunders. It's rather rude of you." She played along.

"Blunders?" She laughed again. "I'm glad I'm not in the way of your greater good."

"Even if you ever are, I promise never to send you to any crack houses.

"I don't think I'd fall for your scheme anyway. Although, thinking about it, it's amazing how many people we know who probably would."

"I'd reckon about half of New Directions."

"More like half the school. Faculty included."

"Maybe we can use this knowledge to get Principal Figgins out of his office for an extended period time. That way Noah and Lauren won't be risking arrest."

"Always so observant of technicalities?"

"They can be very handy while going through a list of pros and cons when committing to something that may be morally questioning."

"In the end, I don't really think that makes much of a difference."

"Well I disagree. It greatly protects your conscience." She smiled again and then became quite as she drew invisible circles on the tabletop. "Why have you been avoiding me?" She looked back over at Quinn.

Quinn swallowed. She recognized the taste as guilt. "Who says I've been avoiding you?"

"As someone who wouldn't fall for a note telling me to go to a shady neighborhood, I can pick up on signs. Aside from our shared lunch period, we haven't seen each other at all over the last few days. During the breaks in rehearsals, you make sure to stay on the other side of the stage. One could argue that you've even begun changing your routes between classes in order not to run into me. Of course, now that I've learned Santana's forcing you to tutor Brittany between classes, that last statement may not apply."

Okay, so that was all true, but still. "I haven't been avoiding you."

"Jesse basically confirmed that you were."

Of course. "Yeah, well, Jesse's an idiot and a jerk and should learn how to mind his own business."

"He told me that he was the one who prompted this change in behavior."

Quinn paused all movement aside from pushing her eyebrows together. He wouldn't, would he? "Did he, did he tell you what we were talking about?"

"Oh no. Just that he's trying to pull you out of your cocoon of denial. His words." She explained. Quinn relaxed again before rolling her eyes. "I'm not sure why our friendship needs to suffer because of problems between you and Jesse. Unless…" Rachel trailed off. "Quinn you and I aren't entering into another dreaded love triangle because just to inform you, Jesse and I are not any sort of an item, and you're free to pursue him if that's what you want. Though, I find it strange if that's the direction your relationship with him is taking after all this time unless you-"

"No. Rachel, no. Never." She scrunched up her face in repulsion. "He's like the sibling I've never wanted."

"I thought you had an older sister."

"Also a sibling I've never wanted."

"Then see. There's no reason for you to evade me." She smiled brightly before putting on a face of resolve. "And if you try to argue with me on this, I'll go out of my way to win. Even if it means overlooking the technicalities."

"I guess I have no choice then." Quinn grinned gently.

Rachel shook her head lightly. "Nope."

"So um, how did the artistic review go?"

Rachel sat in surprise before a smile slowly took over her face. Quinn wanted to know how her time in New York went. No one other than Kurt and Blaine had been all that curious thus far. This was very exciting for her. "Hopefully, it went well enough to be memorable."

"Hopefully? You mean Rachel Berry hasn't had this audition planned since birth?"

"I think birth may be exaggerating just a bit. More like preschool." She joked. "I was nervous, though. I almost fumbled through my contemporary song selection."

Rachel spoke flustered as if she wasn't Rachel Berry or overly talented, and Quinn thought it was undeniably adorable. But not like- not in that way and just- Ugh. Stupid Jesse. She grinded her teeth together before continuing. "I'm sure you're overcompensating."

"Perhaps." Rachel agreed, and despite the fact that she was already beyond absent from her class (and would most likely have to act her way out of this one when she did finally return), she looked for a way to prolong the conversation. The McKinley school calendar on the nearest wall caught her eye. "You know Valentine's Day is next week. What do you have planned to celebrate the day?"

"I need to know these things?"

"Yes, you can't just spend the most romantic holiday doing nothing."

"Why not? Last year I spent Valentine's Day getting mono, and the year before that I was pregnant. I'm more than fine with doing nothing."

"I watch My Fair Lady every year." Rachel beamed proudly, and Quinn blinked having no idea where that came from. "I've always made a promise that the only time I won't watch it is if I have a significant other to spend the day with. Sadly, that's only happened once. It was when I was with Jesse. We went to the Build-A-Bear Workshop and then sang with the street performers outside of the mall." She frowned as she recalled that night. "I don't think they appreciated that very much. They threw their hat full of money at us. Still, at least I had someone to celebrate Valentine's Day with. Maybe I can pressure him into spending it with me again. Or oh." Her eyes widened. "We should have a singles day and all watch My Fair Lady together. It will be me, you, and Jesse, and I'll invite Dave and Artie over. But then Finn is also single, and I wouldn't feel okay with leaving him out. Except that would be very awkward for the both of us. What do you think?"

Quinn thought it was a horrible idea. "I think you should talk to everyone else about it first."

As it turned out, Valentine's Day was only fun for the couples. Sam sold some comic books to take Mercedes out as a surprise. Kurt and Blaine celebrated the holiday at Breadstix as did Mike and Tina. Brittany and Santana celebrated in Brittany's room after ordering in from Breadstix. And Puck and Lauren ignored the notion of the holiday and instead stayed home and watched a UFC match. The singles, despite Rachel's attempts, did not spend the day together. Rachel carried on her tradition alone. Finn played video games. Quinn did homework. Karofsky sulked. Artie did whatever it was Artie does. And Jesse most likely spent the night thinking up new ways on how to make everyone else's life hell. All in all, it was fine considering what holiday it was and that this was New Directions.

Sadly, that was about as good as their week got, though. The Grade F cuts of beef were still causing problems despite the Bully Whips' protection. It actually seemed to be turning into a game. They would see how many school losers they could mess up before the Bully Whips caught on. Seeing as the Bully Whips were usually outnumbered, Team Beef were the reoccurring winners. Outside of the hallways, Jesse was still pushing them to the limit in glee. So far, the club as a whole seemed to be getting the choreography down, and because of this, at least now their free days have returned. Today was '80s day because everyone was running out of ideas, and Jesse had yet to make and assignment. It turned out Mr. Schue actually came in handy for something after all. Who knew?

Jesse sat in auditorium chairs watching the performance take place on stage in front of him. It was adequate he supposed. Rachel, Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, and Santana (who got forced into joining by Brittany) chose to sing the Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams." He was only paying attention to Rachel while ignoring the other four. (Who would blame him?) Jesse thought the world of Rachel as a performer, but really, sometimes she was too talented. He didn't like it when she wasted her time on songs not worthy of her vocals. She should stick to memorable classics not recognizable hits. As the number finished up, signaling the end of rehearsals, an applause was given, and the club loitered around speaking to each other because they were clearly the only people in the world who would find themselves engaging.

Jesse just wandered over to Quinn as he tried to shut out New Directions' presence in his life at the moment. "Any closer to admitting that I'm right?" He checked for a status update.

Quinn sighed, aggravated. "Considering you're still wrong, I wouldn't say so, no."

"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn."

"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse." She mocked.

He ignored her mood and continued on. "Based on my monitoring today, it seems as though you haven't gone back to avoiding Rachel's existence yet."

"I'd ask what that has to do with you, but I'm sure your response would only result in me wanting to slap you."

"Having an urge to use violent force is all the more reason to just concede, Quinn. It was mentioned in those pamphlets that I got you had you ever bothered to read them."

She glared at him before dropping her voice as some of the glee club still remained. "I'm not admitting to having feelings for Rachel when I don't. Do you have any idea how idiotic that sounds?"

This, too, he ignored. "You know after we had our little conversation, I suspected that this would be how you reacted. You're you, and it makes sense. However, I originally anticipated you'd be attacking me for my accusation of you being gay. Oddly enough, you've instead been focused solely on the second accusation." He paused before grinning adoringly. This was to return the previous mockery. "You've surprised me, Quinn."

"Why? Based on how you're acting, the two go hand-in-hand."

"It still amazes me how you're able to do that."

"Do what?" She snapped.

"Complicate everything while making it exceptionally easy at the same time."

Quinn turned to face him fully. "You have got to drop this. It's not funny anymore."

"It was never supposed to be. Well, for you anyway."

"It's become tiring and irritating."

"If I'm completely off base, then why does it bother you so much?"

"Stop it, Jesse."

"Fine." He agreed because at the moment Quinn seemed to be on thread's end or whatever. "So what are you up to today?" He changed the subject.

Quinn hesitated before answering as she already knew what was coming. "I'm going over to Rachel's." She bit her tongue. Jesse merely laughed.

"Can I come? This will surely be a sight to behold."

"No."

"Oh I see. Alone time."

"Jesse." She warned.

"Sorry." He sobered. "So what is it the two of you are doing?"

"Coming up with a tutoring schedule for Brittany that's workable so everyone involved doesn't die or kill each other." She explained.

"You should just hire someone to go to class for her. It worked wonders with me. I also had someone to do all of my homework."

"Yeah, well, I don't think even the teachers here are stupid enough not to recognize that it wouldn't be Brittany sitting in their class."

"I think you're underestimating your school. I've been to some of the faculty meetings. Mr. Braverman has been brewing his own brand of alcohol in the chemistry lab for months."

Quinn gave him a questioning look to which he nodded and explained to avoid the third floor chemistry lab in the back hall after five o'clock. Though not entirely unbelievable given the school, she still challenged him on it. What would've become an argument halted as Rachel walked over and ended it before it began.

"Did you like our closing performance?" She asked them both.

"I thought Mercedes was unnecessary." Jesse answered, not missing a beat.

"Mercedes is actually one of our best singers." Rachel defended her friend.

"Yes, and like several other people in this club, I think she's better at filling out the minority quota. In fact, I was sad to see that the black guy moved away. It greatly reduces New Directions' layers." He looked back and forth between the identical looks they were currently giving him. "What? A vast ethnicity range would look nice to the judges at Nationals. It's not like we're going to win on talent alone, and I think New Yorkers would appreciate it. I mean wasn't New York built on slave labor and immigrants?"

"That's beyond offensive." Quinn told him.

Rachel nodded in agreement. "Yes, and to about five separate groups of people."

He frowned. "Why? I'm just stating facts. Besides, we already used the handicap bonus at Sectionals."

"Stop talking." Quinn advised.

Jesse still didn't see what the problem was. He wasn't trying to offend anyone. He knew when he was trying to upset someone. Like for instance, "So, I hear you're helping Quinn to organize Brittany's tutoring sessions." He sent Rachel a smile.

"Yes." She nodded. "We're going to hopefully end Santana's tyrant type control over the situation. Artie seemed grateful when I mentioned it to him earlier."

"Hmph." Jesse continued speaking to Rachel but focused on Quinn. "See I would have thought that this was something Quinn could accomplish on her own."

Rachel glanced between Jesse's smirk and Quinn's death-glare. She felt like she was missing something. "I'm sure she could, but sometimes friends help to make boring activities enjoyable."

He turned back to Rachel. "I suppose you're right."

"You can go now." Quinn informed him.

"No, need to be fresh."

"I beg to differ."

"You'll thank me one day, Quinn."

"Yes, with a pillow over your face while you're sleeping."

He had all the nerve in the world and laughed at her before taking his leave. Quinn just contemplated that pillow thing some more while Rachel stood by in confusion. She had assumed that whatever it was that transpired between Quinn and Jesse last week was over with seeing as her friendship with Quinn was back to normal. Well, their version of normal anyway.

The truth, of course, being that the situation between Quinn and Jesse was far from over with, but Quinn didn't see the point in avoiding Rachel any longer. As it was discovered (or perhaps rediscovered) last week in the library, Quinn actually liked spending time with Rachel. She didn't see the reason behind pointlessly losing that since Jesse obviously wasn't going to quit whatever it was he was trying to do anytime soon. Stupid Jesse.

"Ready to go?" Rachel broke her thoughts.

Quinn nodded. "Mmm-hmm."

Karofsky shut his locker the next morning and quickly looked over both shoulders. He just needed to make sure the coast was clear before starting his day. Santana was going bat shit crazy again and look, he appreciated her friendship and everything, but he generally liked to stay clear of her when she was like this. Plus, teaching Brittany math was like trying to teach a cat how to talk. He had no regrets with leaving that job to be Quinn's problem.

"Dave, I need to talk to you." Kurt jogged a few steps to catch up with him.

"What?" He acknowledged but kept his eyes peeled on the hallway.

"Look, let's not dance around the elephant. It's already purple and awkward enough." He began, pep in his step. "We both know the main reason the school goons are targeting us is because of you. The other reason, of course, being that it's become a habit, and they're too stupid to break from routine."

"So what do you want me to do about it? Talk to them? Yeah right."

"You can at least try. You were friends with them once. Teammates." He continued. "All these slushies are greatly messing up Blaine's hair."

"Right. Cause God forbid you mess up the boyfriend's hair."

"The right hair style is crucial to any gay man's style of the day." Kurt lowered his voice. "Honestly, it's about time you learn these things."

Dave glared down at him. "I'm not going to talk to Azimio just so Blaine won't look any more like a York Terrier."

"My boyfriend does not look like a dog."

"If he had a tail, he'd wag it."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine, then talk to them for the rest of glee."

"No, you're not putting this on me. Get Santana to do it or something."

"Why would they listen to Santana?"

"Why would they listen to me?" He challenged.

"Because you used to be one of them."

"Yeah, and that's their problem. I'm not going to set them off any more, okay? I'm sick of this."

"Everyone is."

"Well at least you and the rest of glee are used to it. You have no idea how much it sucks going from people fearing you and looking up at you to treating you like you're just another loser."

"No, I don't. But what I do know is that you're likable now."

"Forget it. You don't get what I'm saying."

"No, actually I get it perfectly. You don't like the drop-off from going to being the bully to being the bullied. It's understandable, but that also applies to about half off the glee club. It's not like you're a special case. You're hardly alone, and you have the authority to actually do something about this. So why not help?"

"Because it won't solve anything." He snapped. "And I really don't want to spend the rest of high school on the bottom of the frickin' totem pole."

"You're there whether you do this or not. We all are." Kurt told him, and Karofsky just grunted in return.

He didn't want to be thinking about any of this. Instead, he just tuned the rest of Kurt's pitch out and focused back on the hallway. While Santana still (thankfully) seemed to be nowhere in sight, he did spot Azimio down the hall carrying a slushie. Of course. Karofsky glared at Azimio as he came closer in a warning not to even think about throwing one at Kurt while he was walking next to him. This turned out to be a useless war tactic since Kurt wasn't the target. Karofsky wiped his eyes and blinked a few times which ended up being unnecessary considering the second slushie was thrown the moment he opened his eyes. How had he not noticed the second cup?

"Since you're still in homo explosion, I thought I'd add in a second color for the rainbow effect." Azimio snickered, stacking the cups in each other.

Kurt watched as Karofsky wiped himself off again and then turned to glare at Azimio. "You know just because a man has talent outside of hitting each other on a field in some ridiculous game doesn't mean they're gay."

Azimio, not having a spare slushie on him (and man he should get like a cup holster belt or something), just gave Kurt a one-armed shove. As Kurt was relatively smaller, he stumbled a few steps backward. Karofsky took notice of this and shoved his former friend. Then they proceeded to go back and forth pointlessly because, apparently, everyone at McKinley took the same class of martial arts: How to Shove Your Opponent and Still Have Time to Shove Them Again.

Before any of this could be proven further, Puck was separating the two with Lauren in tow. Jesse would be super pissed if any of them got suspended, and Puck was so not dealing with that again. He was happy for Rachel and everything, but she seriously owed them for those couple of days.

"Watch it man." Azimio warned. "This has nothing to do with you and your oversized mattress."

Puck put on his angry-face. "You're one to talk. You look like a double fudged brownie."

"Well in that case, maybe your girl would like a taste."

Lauren pulled on her boyfriend's forearm before he lunged. Puck heeled like a good pet and looked down at her. "Puckerman, as hot as this would be, he clearly has never been with a woman who knows how to handle his needs. It explains for his constant frustration and lack of self-control. He wouldn't even understand what you were defending."

"What the hell is she talking about?" Azimio snapped.

Lauren ignored his bleak presence, looking back over at Puck. "What did I tell you?"

Puck leered slyly. "I love it when you talk smart."

"Whatever." Azimio lost his frown and looked back over at Karofsky. "Let me know when you're done playing Saved by the Bell: The Gay Years." He walked down the hall to a group of guys in lettermans.

"Dude, ignore him." Puck brushed it off.

Karofsky just shook his head, looking at Kurt. "See. This is exactly what I was talking about."

"Dave-"

"No." He cut him off, prompting the three gleeks to watch him go. Karofsky absolutely hated this. Having to have Puck and Lauren come to his aid was seriously solidifying how far he's fallen. Not to mention Kurt making it clear that he was nothing more than just another gleek. He was never one to enjoy feeling weak, and that's exactly how he felt. He really needed to do something about this because he wasn't sure how much more he was going to endure. This school was seriously like the worst place on earth.