I'm posting two more today!
Kurt was glad that school was let out early due to an impending ice storm, because there was a test that afternoon that he'd completely forgotten to study for. Studying became difficult, he discovered, when you were obsessing over and over again about the last words your boyfriend said to you. Three days ago. And you had no idea what they meant.
He only wished that Blaine had given some sort of sign what was going on in that head of his.
With one last sigh, Kurt made his way out to his car, glad he'd gone with the Doc Martins that had a heavy tread, instead of the calfskin boots he'd contemplated that morning. The ice was thick on the ground already and the layer of almost-melted snow on top of it only made conditions worse.
After starting up his car and pulling out of his spot carefully, Kurt made his way toward the lane that led to the exit. He was halfway there when the SUV shook and made a sickening crunching noise. Someone had run into the back passenger side. And didn't even have the decency to hit the bumper.
Pissed, Kurt got out of his car and stomped around to the other side to give whatever imbecile had hit his car a piece of his mind. Oh, great. It was a fucking BMW. That Rick the Stick was just getting out of, a weird smirk on his face when he realized whose car he'd hit. "Sorry, dude!" he smiled with a wry shrug of his shoulders.
"You fucking moron!" Kurt cried, not caring that Rick was about four inches taller than him and much heavier built. "You'd think a hockey player would know how to handle his car on the ice, but no! It's no wonder your shit-pile of a team loses all their games! You'll pay for every cent of the damages or so help me I will fucking end you."
"Relax, Ladyface," Rick replied, nodding his smarmy little grin over at some bystanders. "The way I see it, you pulled out in front of me, so you should be the one paying damages. I guess it's true what they say about women drivers, huh?"
After the week Kurt had been having, that was the last straw. With the best war cry he could summon, Kurt launched himself at Rick, forgoing years of pacifism in one fell swoop as he did his best to tear the jerk's head from his body.
Kurt didn't make it that far. Someone's strong arms around his torso stopped him before he got to Rick and a familiar voice said in his ear, "Leave it, Hummel! There's too many witnesses!"
Looking behind him at the source of the restraint, Kurt said, "Puck?"
"Yeah, come on," Puck replied, pulling Kurt further away from the hockey douche and against his (really quite muscular body). "Pick your battles, dude. I know where he lives."
Kurt met Puck's eyes and let a slow, vindictive smile spread across his lips.