I'm too sexy for this teen delinquincy

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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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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.

But that certainly didn't mean that she couldn't take some amusement in the stupidity of her peers.

Quinn made her way through the hallways on her way to Finn, students whizzing by her green in the face and eyes still glassy. Quinn rolled her eyes. She was even playing a game - internally, of course - by counting how many people in each of her classes had thrown up and had to go home. Her face had a small, devious smirk upon it as she turned the corner.

Upon seeing the abomination that was Kurt Hummel, however, she stopped, her face falling.

"HUMMEL." She shouted bluntly across the hall. People turned to face her, but she had honed in on her target, unable to see anything else but the (uncharacteristically hideously dressed) boy standing at his locker with the weird Gothic Asian girl.

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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.

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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.

But in Quinn's mind, she had seen the gates of hell, and Kurt Hummel guarding them, tempting Sam Evans with his boyish looks and his tight pants.

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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.

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Quinn couldn't say that see was surprised to see that Kurt have overdone it at the party - that appeared to be the boy's mantra - but that didn't make her any more uncomfortable to recognize the clear disadvantage that he held in this state.

And then he opened his mouth.

"It is atrocious that you think you can just do these things and brush them off as if they don't even matter," Quinn spat angrily, stomping her foot subconsciously (a nasty habit Finn had to remind her of whenever they argued). "There's a difference between teasing and full blown sin, Kurt Hummel. And you don't need any more strikes against you in His book."

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Kurt looked her up and down, despite the fact his head was pounding. He watched as she stamped her foot and closed his eyes briefly at the tantrum. "Do you want me to step aside so you can throw yourself on the floor and thrash around a little? Maybe turn on the tears?" he offered.

He held her gaze flatly. "Last I looked, princess, I didn't care about what you thought about about anything I did, and funny, I still don't. In fact, I don't care now even more than I didn't care before. I understand it must be a tragedy to you that someone with a penis isn't swooning over you, but I would rather stab myself in the eyeball with a spork than be in your presence anymore than vitally required."

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Before Tina's inquiry about the imaginary boy could be answered, she suddenly found herself a witness to a verbal catfight between Kurt and the head cheerio Quinn Fabray; you were damned to hell if you weren't at least aware of who she was. Tina took a few steps back as Kurt and Quinn began trading barbs, utterly confused as to why God's Number One Fan at Mckinley High was ragging on her sickly friend. No, wait, actually, it did make some sense, even if the timing was random.

"C-C-Can't you leave him alone? Is this j-just because he's gay?" she stammered, looking up from the floor at Quinn.

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Quinn shot her glare from Kurt to the girl at his side, her face desperate and pathetic. Quinn rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry," She said, turning to face the girl with her arms crossed. "What does this have to do with you? You're not the one who took advantage of an innocent boy!" Quinn's gaze shifted to Kurt, her eyes squinted as she focused on him.

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Tina inhaled sharply, intimidated by the girl's attitude. She tried to hold her ground, giving Kurt the benefit of the doubt. "Y-You don't know what you're talking about! K-K-Kurt wouldn't do something like that!"

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Kurt was probably the only guy in the whole school who didn't fantasize about two girls having a cat fight over him. He was proud of Tina, though. Very proud. She was confidently standing up to Quinn Fabray and that was a whole level of awesome as far as Kurt was concerned.

But Quinn's outburst just wasn't making any sense... or was it. Kurt looked at the Cheerio Queen suspiciously. "I don't know what the hell you are going on about," he said dismissively, unable to resist the temptation to emphasise the cursing. He was a bitch. It was a natural talent.

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Quinn's face formed into a small scowl as Kurt spoke, intentionally trying to rile her. She focused on him, her eyebrows furrowed. "I can't say I'm surprised. You were drunk on jello shots," Her tone shifted from accusatory to bitter. "But I don't think Sam was."

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Kurt was surprised he didn't immediately vomit all over her painfully too-short skirt. He glanced quickly to the side as if Sam would suddenly appear like that Bloody Mary urban legend if you said her name into a mirror three times. The way Quinn practically spat the poor guy's name out, it really wouldn't be a surprise if it came with supernatural powers.

"Good. Evidence he was entirely in control of his own decisions, don't you think?" he said with a slight sneer. He wasn't biting, he wasn't going to confirm or deny anything. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "Why, Miss Fabray, are you jealous?"

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Quinn quirked an eyebrow at the boy as he maintained his poker face, letting her hands fall from the stern, imposing post across her chest to rest on her hips. "The way I saw it, you completely attacked him," She said coolly (and inaccurately), leaning in toward him. "And you were too sloshed to know what an idiot you were making of yourself. Luckily, I wasn't. And I'm sure God wasn't either."

Quinn rolled her eyes, leaning back to stand upright again. "Why on Earth would I be jealous? Not only am I not interested in Sam, but I also have Finn. I don't need anyone else."

For once in her life, Quinn wasn't lying to seem impressive. She genuinely didn't feel that Sam could offer her anything - he was cute, yes, but in the same way that Finn was; his naivete and innocence were so similar to Finn's she couldn't help but take notice. It was for that reason alone that she felt as though she should have stood up for him against Kurt and his sinful ways.

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Kurt was trying to think quickly and failing miserably. The way he remembered it in his head, he hadn't attacked Sam. In fact, he hesitated and nearly wet himself nervously for a fleeting moment. They had both leant in and Sam had kissed back. Not once, but twice, and then there had been a lot of lingering following that. There wasn't flailing arms or Sam crying in horror.

But what if Kurt remembered it wrong?

Suddenly he felt sick. Very, very sick. Would he had gotten so drunk and attacked Sam like that? What if he did? Was that why Sam wasn't around? had he changed schools because Kurt was so horrible? "I suggest you step well out of my private space immediately, Fabray, or I will vomit all over you," he warned.

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Quinn's face went from cruel to disgusted as she saw the boy grow pale and clammy. "If you throw up on my uniform, Coach Sylvester will have your head."

She backed up, her mouth agape in disgust. She couldn't say she felt sorry for him - this was what he deserved; he'd let himself get out of control, and this was God's punishment for it. But she also couldn't say she felt entirely okay with how strong she'd come on. Somewhere deep inside of her a pang of guilt hit her, like a cramp when she'd gone too long without eating. But it wasn't her choice to decide what was right, and it wasn't Kurt or poor, innocent Sam's either - it was God.

Quinn pursed her lips in contemplation as she watched the boy tentatively, her brow furrowing a little. "Go to the nurse." She said plainly, looking to the stuttering girl at Kurt's side once with a severe glare before she brushed past him and made her way down the hallway, her hands still on her hips.

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Tina watched the fight continue between Quinn and Kurt, trying hard to keep up with the flow of new information. Kurt had kissed someone. Someone named...Sam? At first Tina thought it sounded like a girl's name but quickly realized that Quinn Fabray wouldn't be here antagonizing one of her friends if that were the case - in fact, she imagined the head cheerio to practically throw Kurt a "turning-straight party" if that ever happened.

The asian girl tried to interject a question periodically but found herself drowned out by the verbal banter. Who the hell was this Sam guy? Kurt got drunk? That would explain his current..state.

Tina, currently lost for words, still found the nerve to narrow her eyes and glare back at the Celibacy Queen as she departed. "What a b-b-bitch," she muttered, glancing to Kurt. "Hey...are you okay?"