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Kurt's hand moved vividly and swiftly through the reading part of his Ohio Graduation Test. This is it, Kurt thought as he turned to the next problem in the booklet. I just need to finish this last test and I'll be a high schoolgraduate. He let his hand rest for a moment after it started cramping, looking up at Mr. Schuester who sat at the front of the room going through music sheets; oblivious to Kurt's stare. In a way, he missed Mr. Schue's Glee club. He missed the energy given from him. But that was in the past. Kurt had to look toward the future. But the only problem with looking toward the future was that Kurt was basically looking at a blank wall. What exactly was he to do? He knew it'd be hard finding a job with his records.

Mr. Schue finally looked up, his eyes catching with Kurt's. "Kurt, you doing alright?"

Kurt blinked and nodded his head, resuming the final problem of the test. Everything about it felt too easy for him.

Kurt decided one thing for his future then: he wanted a challenge.

A few days had passed since Kurt had completed his OGT's. He stood at the kitchen counter, picking at the scrambled eggs he had quickly cooked when Finn came in with the mail. He then saw Finn set down a thick envelope in front of Kurt and walked off. Before he was out of sight, he announced to Kurt that Burt wanted him to tell him they arrived at their honeymoon safe and sound.

It was still different living in a house with another male who wasn't Kurt's father. He'd have a hard time coming to terms with having a step-brother now being that he wasn't even remotely used to anything of the sort.

The thick envelope that arrived for Kurt that very morning was his expected high school diploma along with a letter congratulating him on passing his OGT's and graduating high school after all of his "hard work". Kurt should have been happy for himself, but he knew that just seeing his diploma new thoughts would come to mind that weren't very new to begin with.

He left to head back to his room, hiding in there as he sat down.

"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself, his eyes wide with horror. No work place is going to accept me. Not with my records. I can't work at a restaurant, that's just suicidal for me. How am I going to get a good job? I won't dare go to a community college. What college would take me? I'm so lost, Kurt thought as his breathing hitched.

He looked down at his scarred wrists; the memories of how free he felt just creating those clean cuts...

No. I won't do that again, Kurt told himself as he shook his head trying hard to think of what he could do that wouldn't result in cutting himself again.

He looked around his room for anything.

And finally it occurred to him that his roomed needed changed, badly.

He got up, and began to rearrange a few things such as his vanity or his dresser. His vanity was along the wall that separated the door to his bathroom and the door that led out to the hallway. He wanted his dresser there, which was along the opposite wall.

He went over to take the things off of the top of his dresser, not wanting them to fall off or topple over. A few picture frames, cologne, some ties that needed to be put away, a few broaches... His rhino broach, specially imported all the way from Europe and his broach made of two thin chains with black-painted spikes hanging from them had once been things he had been prideful to wear and show-off, but looking at them now, he knew he had no desire to wear them ever again.

He had cleared off his entire dresser in no time until he came to one of the picture frames. It was of his seven year-old self smiling widely as his mother rested the side of her head against his, her arm tightly wrapped around him.

Maybe it was his mother's death that had caused Kurt's "accident". Or maybe it was both his mother's death on top of the bullying that had went on at the time. It had been nearly a year and it was all so clear to Kurt.

He remembered coming home from school with bruises on his back from being pushed into the lockers. He remembered crying to his mother how he wished it all stopped. He remembered the hospital visits, and how he cried for his mother to get better. But she never did. On the day his first kiss had been stolen from him by a closeted Neanderthal, he had cut a little too deep and that was the last straw for his father.

He had managed to distract him from his thoughts long enough to have his entire room changed and tidied up. He had decided to throw his old school notebooks and some clothes that were too outdated to even be considered "last season". He headed downstairs and into the kitchen to drop the bags down by the trashcan, heading over to make a snack. It was about 2 now and Kurt having the entire morning to deal with his room, to make sure everything was organized and perfect, was acceptable to him. He hadn't stopped to eat, resulting in his hording in the pantry for anything. Soup, ramen noodles, chips...

Finn, who stood at the kitchen island munching on a thick-looking sandwich while texting someone – probably his girlfriend Rachel, gulped down his last bite and turned to Kurt.

"Trash night, dude. I did it last night, which makes it your turn."

Kurt said nothing as he hurried to make himself some soup. After he had eaten, he cleaned up after himself and grabbed the bags, heading out the front door to the trash cans with two grocery bags filled with his room's trash. As he hauled both bags into one can, the side of one bag brushed against the lid of the other can, knocking it off.

Kurt heaved a heavy sigh and plopped the two bags into the can, closed it, and bent down for the fallen lid. He was just about to put the lid back on when a certain part of the newspaper on top of some banana peels caught his attention.

SECRETARY NEEDED for Lawyer Sebastian Smythe
No College Degree Required!
Please visit Smythe Building for more details.

Kurt's eyebrows rose. No college degree? Sounded completely desperate, maybe even the beginning of a recipe for a regretful disaster, but he pulled the newspaper out anyways and closed the can, heading inside to head up to his room and look for Smythe Building on Google Maps.

Later the next morning, Kurt laid in bed thinking about this job. Would he get it? And what if he did get it? Would it be the challenge he had so badly been looking for lately? Would it be worth the challenge? Would it be a waste of his time? Would something important come out of it?

Kurt just wanted something to do in his life. He wanted to have a purpose. Maybe this could be it, he hoped.

The man sitting before Sebastian couldn't see how Sebastian's jaw was tightening, or how his fingers were fidgeting together unhappily. The boy's name was Chandler. And by boy, Sebastian meant that he was clearly a virgin straight out of high school. He had blonde hair, a weird taste in fashion, and thick glasses.

"...and as I always like to think, my boss comes first. That is why I think I'd be perfect for this job!" Chandler said a little too excitedly.

Mentally, Sebastian was rolling his eyes at the sexual innuendo the kid obviously didn't realize he had made. Clearly, you'd be terrible for me. Chandler had been too energetic and eager ever since he walked into Sebastian's office. It was only 9AM. No one should seriously be this happy so early in the day.

Sebastian had no choice though, that was the problem. He needed a secretary and Chandler had to be closest to anything good from the amount of people that had been coming in here in the past five days. He'll have to do. Sebastian hated it but he sighed and interrupted Chandler with whatever he was saying, not that he was even listening.

"Go make me coffee. When you get back I'll have a few errands for you to do in the next hour," Sebastian said, his tone full of boredom.

Chandler smiled even wider than what he had been to begin with as he jumped to his feet. "Of course, Mr. Smythe!" And with that, he was running out of the office to get Sebastian his coffee.