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"HE IS BEING TOTALLY unreasonable. I mean, sending me to the principal?" Kurt scoffed, leaning against the row of lockers as Hunter retrieved his textbook for their next class.

"Glee Club and Britney Spears?" Hunter said the pair in the same sentence, "Glee Club. Britney Spears. Am I about to agree with Mr. Schuester?"

"You better not or I'll kick your teeth in." Kurt threatened.

The taler boy closed his locker with a chuckle as they made their way to English, "I'm kidding. I don't see why you guys shouldn't be able to express yourself through the artists you want to. I mean last year, I dressed up in a meat suit and sang Lady Gaga. Rachel became Kermit the Frog for a day, for God's sake."

"Thank you!" Kurt nodded, "God, he's just so uptight."

"I think he's stressed and all up in his head lately." Hunter shrugged.

"Up in his head about what?" Kurt wondered.

"Well, for one, Miss. Pillsbury's got a new hot dentist as a boyfriend," Hunter shrugged, "And you guys are down a number for sectionals. Lord knows he needs to stop trying to ask me."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "He's still asking you to come back? Does he seriously not get that you're just not ready?"

"He says he does," Hunter rolled his eyes as the pair entered the classroom, taking their seats next to each other, "Though, his actions don't match his words."

"Honestly." Kurt rolled his eyes as the class settled down and the teacher started the lesson.

"I love your skirt, by the way."

"Thank you, it's called fashion."

"I know what fashion is."

"You don't look like you do."

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"Excuse me. Pardon me. Move please!" Hunter cried as he pushed through the sea of students, looking for one person in particular, "Finn!" He called out to the boy, panting slightly as he reached his locker.

"Hey, you okay?" Finn asked.

"Look, I know you and Rachel are going through a bit of a weird patch right now, but you need to talk some sense into her." Hunter told him.

"Sense about what?" Finn wondered, before the sound of a cat call rang through the hallway, making the pair turn and stare wide-eyed at the sight in front of them.

"About that." Hunter, sighed Rachel approaching them in a scandalous Britney Spears outfit.

"Oh my God," Finn nodded, grabbing his hoodie out of his locker as he and Hunter approached Rachel, "Hey, take my hoodie. You look cold." He said, wrapping it around his girlfriend's shoulders as Hunter shielded her from intruding stares, using his body as a buffer on her right side.

"It's okay, I'm- Wait, you mean you don't like my new look?" Rachel asked the two boys, shrugging off Finn's hoodie.

"Don't you think it's a bit much?" Finn asked.

"Eyes up here buddy." Hunter glared at a passing jock.

"I mean, I think that guy just broke up with his girlfriend just so he could stare at you." Finn scoffed.

"Yeah, where are your toddler tights, Rach?" Hunter asked her.

"I'm just doing what you told me," Rachel sighed to Finn, ignoring Hunter's question, "Besides, it's not like when I went all sad clown hooker and put on that ridiculous Grease cat suit."

"Or your prostitute look during Hair week," Hunter added, "Though, this is close."

"This is just like my regular look with the volume turned up." Rachel shrugged.

"Ooh, baby, you can hit me as many times as you want as long as you got that on." The voice of Azimio yelled as he and Karofsky passed the trio, making the three of them stop walking.

"How come all the gay guys always get the hottest chicks?" Karofsky scoffed as the pair walked away.

"Watch it." Hunter glared after them.

"You see what I'm talking about?" Finn asked her, "They're personifying you."

"Objectifying." Rachel corrected her boyfriend.

"Close though, man." Hunter gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Whatever!" Finn shook his head, "Just tell me why it's okay for you to feel safer with me ot on the football team, but it's not okay for me to feel safer with you in your old reindeer sweater?"

"Look, I see your point," Rachel sighed, "In order for this relationship to work, we can't control each other. So you have my blessing to re-join the football team... If you can." She smiled, before walking to class.

"Just breathe, Dude," Hunter told Finn, "You'll get through this together."

Jacob Ben Israel then suddenly popped up next to them, "What do you want for her? I'll give you anything. I'll give you my house. I'll kill my parents and I'll give you my house."

The two boys slowly turned to stare at him, the afro-haired boy whimpering under their stares.

"Run."

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Hunter scanned the bleachers, looking for a place to sit, grinning when he saw his girlfriend sending him a small wave.

"Hey." He smiled, sitting next to her.

"Hi," Katie pecked him on the lips, "How is everything?"

"Well, Rachel's making Finn choose between her and football." Hunter sighed.

"Ouch." Katie winced.

"Yeah."

Principal Figgins then tapped the microphone, stopping conversations, "Quiet, please, children. Quiet now. First, students who ate the ravioli today and are not up-to-date on their tetanus shots should see the nurse immediately," The man said, making a few students run out of the auditorium, "Welcome to our homecoming pep assembly. Because of last week's grisly train derailment, the dulcimer club is on hiatus until further notice. But do we ever have a treat for you. Fresh off their last place finish at the Regionals, please give it up for the New Directions!"

Hunter and Katie clapped happily, their smiles dropping when the music started to play and Mr. Schuester took centre stage.

"Oh, please no." Hunter muttered, putting his head in his hands.

[ toxic, performed by mr. schuester and the glee club ]

"I feel violated." Hunter muttered as a riot broke out in the auditorium.