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“Tell me again what I’m doing here,” Kurt says, shooting Puck the most judgmental side-eye he can muster as they walk down the stairs into Rachel Berry’s basement, of all places.
“Free booze. Does there really need to be another reason?” Puck asks, shaking his head and already taking off his coat. Kurt sighs and slips the first button through the hole on his coat, scanning the room and sighing.
“These are not my people,” he says with a shake of his head, unable to stop his nose from scrunching up a little as he takes in the crowd.
“Well they’re my people, so take the stick out of your ass and try to have a good time.”
“I rather like the stick in my ass, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, I’m aware.” Kurt huffs and rolls his shoulders after pulling off his coat. It’s a little warm in the basement, but he’s fairly certain that it’s more from his discomfort than the actual temperature. There’s hardly more than a handful of people there, all of them glee club members. He’d think that he was sticking out like a sore thumb, but it’s so much worse than that.
Whenever someone catches sight of him, they pause mid-sentence before getting back to their conversation partner with a slightly shocked look on their face. He doesn’t belong here and Puck knows that. Not even the promise of free alcohol is enough to make this okay.
Kurt had been like them once. Maybe even worse. In his freshman year, he’d been bullied for two solid weeks before he’d stood up to Puck, shoving him back so hard he’d fallen on his ass and getting up in his face so fiercely that the taunts and dumpster throws and slushies to the face had stopped immediately. He’d become one of them. It might not have been exactly where he belonged-Kurt was not stupid and knew better than to do any actual bullying himself lest he find himself suspended or in juvie-but it was far better than the alternative. And it was more than enough to get him through these four torturous years until he could finally escape the hellish confines of Ohio and escape to New York City where he could be himself.
“Noah, Kurt,” Rachel greeted as soon as she caught sight of them at the foot of the stairs. Kurt sneered at her, curious as to why exactly she was addressing him as if she knew him since she absolutely did not. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” It was no secret that she was tossing that last comment in his direction.
“I didn’t exactly expect to be here,” he replies, folding his coat over his arm.
“Well, the more the merrier,” she says, the smile screwed on her face so tight she’d probably needed a screwdriver to get the thing in place. “Here are your drink tickets.”
“Is she serious?” Kurt asks, staring down at the two little slips of red paper in his hand with utter disbelief. What, was he at a wedding reception?
“Unfortunately,” Puck replies, giving Kurt a look that screams “I know, dude.” As he starts in about how Rachel needs to let him break into her dads’ liquor cabinet, Kurt looks around the room again.
He recognizes everyone, but not by name. McKinley is a big school but not that big. It’s impossible to get through three years of school and not recognize the people that have been embarrassing the hell out of themselves at assemblies all that time. They’re not the worst breed of misfits in the school, but they’re close enough to make Kurt decidedly unexcited about spending his Friday night with them. Especially if there are only two wine coolers in his future.
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