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Beta-ed by: Debraelq

AN: We're STILL only up to episode 5 -.-

Timeline: Monday – Thursday (Four days)

--Chapter 17: Signs from God--

Quinn was standing by her locker talking to Santana when Mercedes stormed up and slammed the door to her locker, startling both girls.

"What the hell!" Santana snapped, hands on hips.

"Okay, who was the one who did it?" She waved her finger back and forth in a 'nuh-uh' gesture.

Quinn let out a huff. "Who did what?"

"Who the hell wrote a note to me and put it in my locker." She glared at them.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Now, think for a minute. Why would one of us do that?"

"Yeah," Santana interjected, "why would we even waste our time?"

Mercedes frowned.

"Are you sure it wasn't one of you, because if not then… I don't even want to think about it."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "What did this note say?

"Never mind."

And Mercedes stormed off leaving Santana and Quinn to shrug at each other before going back to talking about cheerleading routines.

--Breaking the Rules--

He stumbled over his feet as his world swam, April had tried to give him lessons on 'how to be cool' and while he was annoyed about that, what he was happy about was the woman giving him some alcohol. Maybe that could make the pain go away…

So there he was, staggering down the hall way when an orange and green blur grasped his elbow.

"Kurt," her voice was disjointed. He couldn't think.

"Ohh Bambi, I cried so hard when the… hu-hu-hunters shot your mommy."

And then he threw up on her shoes before passing out in his own vomit.

--Breaking the Rules--

Finn had cornered him, once again.

Kurt sighed. "Okay then... What did you want?"

"Come back to Glee." The jock pouted, effectively melting Kurt's insides into goo. He felt a blush rising, heating up his cheeks.

"Urr... y-no."

"Please?" Finn grasped his shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Kurt shivered. "No?"

Finn frowned. "Okay then... Let's go bowling!" The jock was now grinning happily.

He blinked.

This guy is an odd one...

"Bowling?" Kurt mentally told 'the voice' to shut the hell up, which he was sure wasn't healthy.

Finn nodded, looking all jumpy like a drug addict or someone with too much sugar in their system.

Kurt shrugged before smiling happily.

"Okay."

Dad won't mind... Right?

The voice gave no response.

--Breaking the Rules--

The bowling ball smacked down all the pins, and Finn cheered happily for himself before turning back to Kurt and smiling.

"Your turn."

Kurt shrugged, chewing at his lip absentmindedly.

"Okay... Just d-don't expect me to be as good as you."

"What ball do you want?" the jock beamed at him.

A light pink blush rose on Kurt's cheeks. "D-do... Do you mind if I – um – use yo-your one? It's just... I-I think it might be... Lucky."

Finn shrugged. "Sure, but it's not that lucky."

Kurt grabbed the ball and threw it; it rolled down the lane before knocking over the pin on the far right.

"See?" Finn poked him in the ribs, and Kurt stuck out his tongue in return, relaxing for once in what seemed to be such a long time.

"N-no... Trust me, it's lucky. I haven't played since I was nine." He picked up a bright pink ball, and the voice in his head shuddered. "Watch, this won't be lucky like yours."

He winked in Finn's direction before throwing the ball; it flew down the alley before knocking over the rest of the pins.

Finn cheered while Kurt gaped at the pins which were now all standing up again. This was surely a sign from God.

When the pink ball came back out from the dispenser, Kurt hugged it to his chest.

"I think I might use this one."

Finn nodded, grinning. "Cool."

And when they're lips touched, Kurt kissed back.

The voice in his head told him to stop, but he ignored it.

--Breaking the Rules--

"Where have you been?"

The voice was chillingly quiet and cut through the dark. Kurt froze midway in his attempt to sneak through the house.

I told you to stop! The voice whimpered.

"N-nowhere."

"Men don't stutter! Heard you got drunk at school today too, we'll have to teach you how to hold your alcohol."

His dad advanced towards him before sniffing the air slightly.

"And why the hell do you smell like guys deodorant?!?!"

--Breaking the Rules--

The next day, Kurt sat amongst his fellow Glee Clubbers silently as the rest of them all speculated about Quinn's strange behaviour. Finn, Quinn, April and Mr Schue weren't there yet, and he was sitting there silently, staring at his shoes morosely. He pulled down his sleeves more to hide the bruises from last night. They hurt but by now he was used to the pain.

He was sure, if he wasn't in the room, they'd be talking about him as well.

--Breaking the Rules--

AN: See? You guys were all 'Yay, kissing!' but now you're all 'Damn it to hell!' ;)