Turning the corner to see a letterman jacket cornering some smaller kid wasn't an unfamiliar sight for Kurt, but always unwelcome. Steeling himself, he strode up to the mullet headed man.
"You should take a step back. I think you're in his personal space."
The jock sneered as he turned. "Could say the same about you, freak."
Before Kurt could respond, a voice spoke behind him. "Hey, why don't you get out of here?"
Seeing the tables had turned, the jock scoffed and walked away. Kurt looked at the person behind him. "Thanks for the assist."
Rory smiled. "Any time."