This is kind of a follow-up of Kurt's moments with: Beiste. I am convinced he was an asshole. He really was.

Cooter was walking through the school, trying to find his ex wife.

Beiste had broken up with him a few weeks before and had sent him the papers for the divorce only two days later. He'd been furious and had now even gone as far as to go to the school she worked to find her and make her change her mind.

In whatever way he had to change her mind.

But he didn't really pay all that much attention to that thought, because just as he turned the corner, he saw her turning a corner on the other end of the hall.

She didn't seem to have noticed him lurking at that corner.

But he ran after her, stopping just before the lockers that were standing on his left side, in the hallway Beiste had walked off to.

There were a few students left in the hallway, but they disappeared and probably went to class after only a minute.

Coach Beiste was standing in front of the open door to what Cooter knew was the choir room.

She laughed and actually looked happy, something he hadn't seen in a long time. He fumed inside.

How dare she be happy without him?!

Cooter's lips were a thin line of anger by now and he saw Coach Beiste shake her head, still smiling as she told someone:

'No, sorry. I have to go and do some check-ups on the stuff the team needs for today. Maybe next time, guys.'

A series of Aww's came from inside and she shook her head and walked away.

Cooter huffed through his nose and started speed walking towards where she'd disappeared to.

'Hey! Wait a minute, first class asshole!' A shrill voice sneered through the air from behind him. He whisked around and wished he hadn't, because the second he did, deep scratches from sharp nails were carved in his cheek. His face had whipped to the side.

'Ugh.' He groaned, but when he looked up at a Latina girl with a scowl on her rather pretty face, his anger rushed back. He stuck out his chest and towered over her in a threatening manner.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' He growled at her.

'I should ask you the same question, creep.'

'Excuse me?' He was taken aback for a moment because of her answer. He hadn't expected that from a school girl.

'I know what you did to Beiste and there is absolutely no way I'm letting you get away with that.'

And she jumped at his, looking as if she were an animal, ready to kill her prey.

But she was pulled back by a pale boy he didn't know.

'She's right, you know. Everyone knows what you did and if I hadn't been so against hitting people, I would've attacked you just like Santana did.'

The boy's voice was cold like ice and there was a lot of tension in the air, especially when the rest of the Glee Club came out of the choir room.

Cooter started backing off a little, but not enough to make it too obvious to everyone, especially to the boy with the icy voice, that he was in fact scared and very much intimidated by them.

'It isn't fun, is it?'

Cooter raised his eyebrows and his jaw fell slack at the nerve of this boy, but he manned up.

'Who the hell are you anyway?'

The boy smirked.

'My name is Kurt.'

'Well, then, Kurt. Learn to keep your nose out of other people's business.'

He had taken a step forward, but Kurt was janked back by a short but strong-built boy with a bowtie, who stood in front of him, backed up by a couple of jocks.

'You come anywhere near Kurt and I'll assure you; you won't live long.'

'Yeah, man. Same goes for Beiste.' A very tall boy said, and the mohawked guy nodded while the Asian boy merely raised his chin, trying to appear tough. All of the girls and the boy named Kurt were glaring at Cooter from behind them.

'Whatever. I don't need her anyway. She's pathetic.' He huffed, trying to hide his fear and then managed to strut away, back to the parking lot, ready to drive away from the intimidating and most of all protecting group of teenagers.

'You're pathetic.' He heard a high voice whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

'Excuse me?!' He barked, proud of himself for making the entire group wince at the volume of his voice.

'Well, well, well, what do we have here?' A sharp and unkind sounding voice came from behind him and he turned around to find Sue Sylvester glaring at him.

'Sue, good to see you.' He smiled at her, so sure of her being on his side.

'I can't say the same for you. If it wasn't against the law, I'd have had you shipped to the poor part of Africa and made sure you would never be able to return a long time ago.'

She smirked at him, but it wasn't because she was joking. Her voice had been just as cold as Kurt's, if not colder.

He stared at her, before laughing in her face in a patronizing manner, before walking away, head held high as if he was better than all of them together.

Beiste wasn't worth it.

And he never, ever wanted to deal with either ice-cold voiced Kurt or scary Sue again.

Ever.

EVER.

Because Kurt and Sue being cold towards people are most likely the most scary things EVER.

EVEEER.