"Why the Hell are you here?" Kurt hissed, zipping up his jacket. It was Friday, football was over, and it was freakishly cold. Football had been miserable, as all of us had only wanted to run back inside for actual clothing the whole time.

This was going to be awesome. I get to stalk him to his house, then torture him and his Dad. TPing, ding-dong-ditch, an infinite amount of annoyances were possible. Plus, I get to annoy the crap out of him now.

"In case you haven't realized, I have to walk home too. I'm not like teachers, I don't live at school." I explained, shrugging as I followed him out of the school.

"Teachers don't live in school." He huffed, quickening his pace. Oh, so he was going to play that game, huh? Well, two can play that.

"Of course they live there. How else do they get their work done?" I persisted, walking leisurely next to him. He had to be half a foot shorter than me and though he's a damn good runner, I have longer legs.

"Then how do they maintain relationships? Mr. Shue couldn't have married Mrs. Shue if he lived in school." Kurt responded, refusing to look at me. I knew that this would be worth walking with the King of Queers.

"I thought that's why Schuester was ditching his wife for Ms. Pill, 'cus they could hang out more often." I mused, smirking. Kurt looked directly at me, his blue-green eyes ice cold. Is it me, or did the temperature just drop 5 degrees?

"Why do you take divorce so lightly? It can't be the best experience for anyone." He asked, raising a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. I thought tweezers were for chicks.

"Meh, my parents went through it. Good reason though, the bastard murdering all the lovely woodland creatures. And some drug dealers." I shrugged indifferently, but it still stung.

Who has a father who takes pleasure in killing rabbits and dealers who don't give them enough 'stuff'? It's just messed up, especially when you have a young daughter. Thank God that Sis doesn't know.

I remember my Dad being MIA after my Mom told him she was leaving him. My Mom was waiting with divorce papers for a year. I guess he'd rather be apart and married than just plain gone.

Next thing I knew, Dad's in jail and no longer really related to me. Hell, I didn't even know why Dad was really in jail. Mom didn't want to tell me anything to avoid corrupting me – too late for that, I corrupted myself – but then my Mom came clean on the anniversary of a year of him being in jail.

"Ouch." He said, stopping to cross the road. I was now going the wrong way to my house, but what the hell.

"I thought you had a car." I told him, shivering. Nice, warm car heaters and no wind… Then again, would I be desperate enough to ride in a car with him? To anyone else I'd say 'no-friggin'-way', but I knew that in reality, I'd already be in his car by now. Even if it's a girly car.

"Mm, you can ask Mercedes about that one." He said bitterly, sprinting across the street. I followed casually, putting an extra swagger into my step and winking at one of the people in a car.

Annoyed when he didn't say anything for a minute, I asked, "What about your 'rents? You never talk about them." I hate one-sided conversations. It's like talking to yourself. Well, it is, but that's not the point.

He only murmured something under his breath and hurried to another cross section. Seeing no cars, he was about to cross when I spot a pair of headlights swerve around the corner.

I threw an arm out because I'm a nice person. I wouldn't even let a gay-lord get hit by a car. Coach Sue and Tanaka? That's a different story. They would be asking for it.

He looked at me with an alarmed face, pretty much asking, "Why are you putting your arm across the chest of a faggot?" Well, actually, he probably wouldn't call himself a fag, but still.

"What are you doing?" He asked carefully, tilting his head to a side like a dog. Probably a King Charles spaniel or whatever. He seems to like things with long names.

"Your Mom," I replied as the car skidded by. I expected his expression to relax as he realized I had practically saved his life, but instead it was contorted in anger.

"Necrophiliac." Kurt whispered angrily, sprinting across the walkway. What had I done? God, take a joke, honestly. I was forced to chase him, wasting my energy.

Why was I even following him again? Oh, right, it was supposed to be fun. Frankly, this part sucked.

I caught up to him and rested a hand on his shoulder and gripping his jacket tightly so that he couldn't run away. "What are you going to do, toss me in the trash? That's original." He sneered as he struggled to get out of my grip.

"What did I do, for real?" I asked, beginning to pick him up. God, he was so small. It was funny to see him jump onto the tips of his feet to avoid suffocation by Dolce & Prada or whatever the hell it's called.

"Don't ever insult her! Say a damn word about her and I will rip your throat out!" Kurt shouted, giving a successful kick to my shin, forcing me to put him down. As I hugged my knee, I realized that he was a kicker for a reason.

"Sorry, sorry! Why so seri- I mean touchy, about your Mom?" I corrected as he glared at my Joker reference. He looked away and brushed his bangs out of his face. Frowning, I continued, "What's wrong, dude. Or dudette. Whatever you prefer."

He gave me another icy glare, and I think the temperature went down another 5 degrees. "Since when did you have control of the weather?" I muttered, to his bewilderment.

"I'll stick with dude for now. On my Mom, I'd rather not talk about it." He said, turning back to me as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Then he started walking again. Why can't he just spill the god-damned beans?

I walked alongside him, nodding, trying to prove to him I wasn't as much of an idiot as he thought I was. Finally, I looked at him and asked, "Oh. What was it? Suicide, abuse, abandoned, mur-"

"Try cancer. I was six. I don't remember her in the least." He said, cutting me off. I looked straight at him and realized something immediately – he was lying. I bet he remembered a bunch of things about her, they were just too painful to bring up.

As we crossed another street, we reached a small neighborhood. It was nice; the houses were small but pretty. "Look, do you want to talk about how your Dad took joy in shooting bunnies or whatever he did?" He asked, crossing his arms to conserve warmth.

It was funny, the place looked a lot like my neighborhood, but we went the wrong way. "Erm, not really." I confessed, resting my hands behind my neck. Does anyone want to talk about that? Well, maybe Karofsky, but he was dropped on his head a child. Many times.

"That's my point. Maybe if we knew each other a bit better, but only maybe. Right now, you're basically a stranger. Offense intended." He admitted, lifting and dropping his right shoulder.

"None taken anyway. I've had worse insults. Ya know, this looks damned similar to my neighborhood…" I told him, looking around. Then I stopped in shock. That was my freakin' house! What the Hell?

"You don't think I'd lead you to my house, did you? It's bad enough with dumpster dives and pee balloons, I'm not going to have any dog crap lit on fire on my front door-step." Kurt smirked as he stopped and stared directly up at me, raising his eyebrows teasingly.

That's when I realized I'd lost. I wasn't even playing, but I lost. Damn. I guess he was smarter than I'd thought. It was actually kinda funny, if you think about it the right way.

"I'm guessing I'll be seeing you Monday then?" He asked, smiling lopsidedly. I laughed slightly, knowing he had outsmarted me. He'd led me in a circle. Or a square. Might've been a rhombus or pentagon for all I care.

"I think so." I replied, walking up to my house, glancing back as I saw him saunter off, a smile still on both our lips. Once inside my house, I heard my sister screaming. They must be watching 'Schindler's List' again.

I was still smiling as I unzipped my jacket, when I suddenly realized an extremely creepy, unnerving factor. How had Kurt known where I lived?

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AU: Thanks for reading my story. It's going to be a series of one-shots, but not one story. Just different little segment. I'd like to thank the marvelous Hup123hup123slapslap for beta-ing it. Hope you enjoyed!

-rOSEY