Kurt looked at the now dried egg on his locker door and sighed. There was no doubt that he was back at McKinley, and it looked like the janitorial staff was just as speedy as ever. At least he had yet to end up in a dumpster this year, though he couldn't help but wonder how long that would last.
Spinning the dial on his locker, Kurt opened the door and started exchanging the books from his morning classes with the ones he needed during the afternoon.
"Why if it isn't the Prom Queen," Rick Nelson crowed walking up behind Kurt. Rick and his friends had been behind the egg from this morning as well. "Where's your tiara?"
"I dropped it off at the jeweler's to be cleaned," Kurt replied sarcastically as he turned around to face his tormentor. As he suspected Rick wasn't alone. Standing right beside the hockey captain was the team's goalie, Stan Martinez.
"Too bad. It would look perfect with that outfit," Rick said, reaching out to finger the collar of Kurt's vest.
Reaching up, Kurt batted his hand away.
"Oh, getting brave are we," Rick said, taking a step closer to Kurt.
"How about you just back off there," Blaine interjected, coming up to stand next to Kurt.
"Oh, look, it's the Queen's escort," Rick exclaimed mockingly. Beside him Stan laughed. "Exactly what are you going to do about it if I don't."
Blaine stood up as straight as he could, and took a step closer to Rick. "If you don't, you'll have me to deal with. I'll even let you throw the first punch but make it good because you won't get a chance to throw a second."
Before Rick could respond Stand leaned in and whispered about seeing Blaine working out on the punching bag the day before. Deciding not to find out how good the new student was Rick chose to just walk away, Stand following in his wake.
"And the knight comes to the Queen's rescue," Kurt joked lightly, as he watched the two jocks disappear.
"Every time," Blaine told him, giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek. "Now how about we go grab lunch."
"Sounds good to me," Kurt replied, quickly putting his last book into the locker and pushing the door shut.