Glee club ended uneventfully. Mr. Schue had cut in and demanded that everyone get back to work. Sara May had left and after glee Kurt and Puck had gone home.

The next day, Kurt was just walking to class when it happened. He was grabbed and pulled into a classroom. He didn't even have time to react. Quinn stood in front of him, hands on her hips. "I'm here to warn you," She said. "Puck's not the loving-"

"Stop, Quinn, I appreciate your concern, but don't," Kurt cut in, shaking his head and going towards the door. Quinn grabbed him and pulled him back.

"I like you Kurt, and you're a good singer. I just want to warn you that Puck isn't the type to love and stay. He's the type to come, get bored, and leave. Just be prepared," Quinn said, shaking her head.

"Thanks Quinn," Kurt said darkly before leaving.

Strolling into glee club, Kurt instantly new something was up. Santana glared evilly at him, a frown set deep into her face. Kurt looked over at Puck, who shrugged.

"So, I heard you spoke to Mickey," Santana said. She stood, walking over to Kurt, who gulped. "She's joining glee."

"I didn't tell her to join glee," Kurt said, his eyes darting to Puck, who hadn't moved but looked ready to jump up to protect him at any moment.

"Well, I would like to know why, after speaking to you, she decided to jump up and join glee," Santana growled, staring at Kurt, who raised an eyebrow. "Don't give me that damn look. Talk."

"I ran into her, we talked, I mentioned the fact that I am in glee, and that's it," Kurt answered. Santana glared before turning and walking to the DVDs. "What are you-"

"Shut it Hummel," She ordered, "I'm doing whatever I damn well please. You have angered me, so now I get to pick whatever video I want to show glee."

"Santana," Puck spoke up, "I think we should respect Kurt's-"

"Why the hell do you even care? We learned yesterday he doesn't put out, and I find it hard to believe you actually care about love," Santana bit at him, flipping through the DVDs. "Hmm, this sounds good. Here ya go." She put the DVD into the TV and stepped back.

The screen was black for a few moments. "Why don't you turn on? Turn on, my sweet, little baby," Kurt's voice sounded. It was slurred and rushed. Then he giggled. "Opps, I didn't take the cap off. It is on!"

"Are you video taping us?" Came a female's voice. The cap was removed to reveal a teenage girl. She had long, red hair that was clearly died and was staring at the camera. A beer bottle was in her hand. Her make up was smudged and she smiled crookedly at him. "It's so shiny!"

"Video cameras... are... cool," Slurred a male. The camera fumbled in Kurt's hands and turned to the boy. He had thick, brown hair and messed up clothes.

"We're being naughty. Don't video tape naughty stuff, Kurtie, it's naughty!" The girl screamed before she broke into shrieked laughter. "We're underage drinking."

"Shh," The male said, putting his fingers to his lips. "Don't tell the camera... maybe, he didn't know."

The girl turned red. "Ops, forget I said that, camera."

Kurt giggled, "You guys are so wasted," He said. "Maybe you shouldn't drink any more... no no... ha ha!"

"You're one to talk... you're being a hippo, hippocr... a hippo! You're being a hippo!" The male laughed, grinning at Kurt. The camera fumbled again.

"Hippos are cute," The girl said. "They're all purple."

"purple."

"Purple!"

The three teens burst out laughing.

"Hippo's aren't cute, they're big and evil," The male said.

"just like Kurt," The girl joked, and the three burst out laughing again.

"You guys are weird. I'm turning my baby off now." And the screen went black.

"Did you turn that off or just put the cap back on?" The girl asked.

"Ops. I think we're going to have killer hang overs tomorrow. I forgot how to turn off my camera so I'm just going to press all the-"

Kurt flushed red, looking at Santana, who looked proud of herself. "Are we done now?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh no, I saw another one in there with drunk in the title," Santana said, strolling to the DVDs.

She placed it in while Kurt huffed.

"Sara may, are you getting this?" Kurt asked. The screen was dark and in a car. Kurt was driving and a blonde girl sat in front, gripping the arm rest. Kurt was going fast and giggling.

"Kurt, I think you should slow down. Or let me drive, you have had a lot of alcohol..." The girl said.

"Shut up Stephanie and have some fun," Sara may drawled. Her hand reached out as she gave the girl a beer. Sara May was in the back, holding the camera.

"We aren't even on a road anymore!" Stephanie shrieked. "Where are we?"

"Not on a road!" Kurt giggled. He sped up.

"OH MY- KURT! Stop! You're already going 80!" Stephanie yelled, covering her head. One second Kurt was laughing, the next he screamed, slammed on his breaks, and turned real hard. The camera went flying and Stephanie burst into tears. All could be heard was the screech of the tires, and a loud thumping noise. Then silence.

A few seconds later, Stephanie's sobs were heard. Then loud, obnoxious, laughing. "Just kidding! I'm not even drunk, and you totally should have seen your face," Kurt giggled. The camera was picked up and face towards Stephanie, who looked pissed.

"This was a joke?" She growled.

"Yup," Kurt said. "Honestly Stephanie, I'm not that irresponsible. Just because you're twenty doesn't mean you're better than me."

"No, but it does mean I'm going to kill you."

And the screen went black.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, sucking in a deep breath. He really didn't appreciate being attacked by multiple girls today. First Quinn cornered him and now Santana was yelling at him for something he couldn't control.

So it's been a really long time, I understand. I wrote this, it's pretty random.