I'm too sexy for this teen delinquincy

[singslikeagirl]

Who: singslikeagirl + Massive Hangover + Anyone who dares to look at him
What: The joys of teen booze-ups
Where: Halls
When: Monday
Rating: PG

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[morbidbubbles]

Tina had been walking to her locker when she passed a disheveled male figure in the halls that forced her to pause and do a double-take. "K-K-KURT?!" she exclaimed in a voice that for her was unusually loud, nearly dropping her books as she rushed to the boy's side. "Wh....wh-what happened to you? Y-You look....." Confused? Sick? All kinds of wrong? "...terribly unfashionable to the point of straightness."

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt winced at the level of her voice and had a strong urge to curl up on the floor in a fetal position. Getting trampled would probably be less painful than this anyway. Instead, he just remained still, his eyes looking down at himself slightly woozily. "...I'm straight? Does this mean I have to touch boobs?" he mumbled in confusion.

[morbidbubbles]

If Tina hadn't been carrying her books, this would've been a perfect face-palm moment for her. "N-No," Tina said carefully, tilting her head to look at her friend. "Let's hope not. Erm...d-do you want to find a place to sit down?"

[singslikeagirl]

It was probably a good thing she was carrying books or Kurt's mind would probably automatically start wondering if he had to touch her boobs, and really, the world felt off-kilter enough. With a slight nod, he side-stepped to seek out that place to sit and nearly tripped over his own toes, banging into the locker next to him.

He held up the boot. "Is this yours?"

[fabraymazing]

Quinn hadn't stayed at the party very late - she began squeezing Finn's hand to go about three hours before she had heard it had actually died down - and so she wasn't nearly as incapacitated as the majority of the student body got when there was a big party. Besides, Quinn was above that sort of behavior; she had a lot of responsibility, at home, in the Cheerios, to maintain her average, and, of course, to Jesus. She had no interest in losing any of these things

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the approaching Cheerio and couldn't help but wonder if she realised how old and crabby she looked when she was angry. Not that he was one to judge, but he really was wondering why she was screeching his name like a banshee possessed.

He turned back to Tina, closing his eyes and mouthing 'Oh Christ' to himself, which was ironic to blaspheme like that considering it was Little Miss God Fangirl that was honing in on him right now. He had vague recollections of speaking to her at the party... or insulting her. He just couldn't remember exactly what it entailed. He remembered very little about the party, actually. What he did remember, he just couldn't sure if he had invented it in his head. Either way, she wasn't the blond he wanted coming up the hall to him right now. She was lacking certain assets in the knickers department, for one, and had the added addition of breasts he had absolutely no interest in having anywhere in his vicinity.

[fabraymazing]

Quinn's hands balled into small fists at her sides as she moved deliberately toward the boy, his sweatshirt hanging loosely on his frame as she approached. It took her a moment to focus on his face and not how horrible he looked, and Quinn had to close her eyes for a moment to focus.

"You," She spewed accusatory, pointing her finger at the boy and entirely ignoring the girl standing with him. "I saw you, Hummel. I know what happened."

In reality, Quinn wasn't absolutely positive what she'd seen. As her and Finn were preparing to leave after her brief run in with Kurt, she waited in the hallway for him to get their coats. As she stood alone, she happened to catch Kurt and a very familiar looking blond outside together. In one moment, they were simply talking, in the next, their faces were together. Quinn had then ripped her coat from Finn's hands as soon as he approached and proceeded to quote scripture the entire way home

[singslikeagirl]

All Kurt could do was look at her. If he moved too much, he would hurl on her and as satisfying as that would be, he was pretty sure he would regret it for weeks to come. He just... really didn't know what she was on about, or why she was apparently lowering her self-inflated ego down to his level. She had never bothered with him in the past, so why was she now suddenly here, screeching at him?

And really, if he had streaked naked like he was fearing he may have, it wasn't like he really felt he had anything to hide. He was a Hummel, afterall. They had good genes. "I looked better than you in a dress coat?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.