Is this the wrong story? (a Kurt x JD story.)

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                                       {JD}

Hey! My name is Jason Dean (JD for short), and I've just started this new school. It's called Westerburg, for whatever reason and it's in Sherwood Ohio. My new city. This is about the...damnit, how many times have we moved? It's just me and dad. I met this odd girl yesterday hanging out with the Heathers (A group of dumb girls who run the school). She seemed like a kind soul so I have no idea how she ended up with those things. Ooh, also, I got in a fight with the linebacker and the quarterback. They were pretty weak, for atheletes. But anyways; I'm heading to the 7/11. I really want a slushie right now. I walk in and, woah. It's the quarterback from before. What was his name? Ram? Hey, I should ask him. That'd be fun. Now, I know this must sound like sarcasm, but I'm going to ask him.

"Hey, Ram, was it?" I say. With a grin.

"It's Kurt, asshat." He says. Seems like someone's still bitter about getting beat up. I would mess with him some more, but I don't want to get kicked out of possibly the only good thing in this town. I walk around and- There she is. The girl from earlier. It's like Veronica Soy-Sauce or something. I try to walk up to her, but I'm stopped by Ram again. Apparently I say that out loud, as he punches me in the stomache and says "It's Kurt, fuckhead." I wince slightly, then slightly push him on the shoulder. By the time I get away from him, Soy-Sauce is gone. Which, is typical. Kurt is talking about...something, and I'm thinking about...something. But I suddenly feel our minds in tune when he says:

"Ram and I are throwing a Senior's party. You gonna be there, or what?"

Now, I know I'm not a party guy, and I know I don't like Ram or the other one. But I do know that being there would mean free drinks? I'm in. But I can't just say that, so I say "What time is it? Don't wanna be late for the piss-kink contest." Now 'that' is how it's done. We exchange information and he leaves. Not sure if I just agreed to getting jumped at someone else's house or to an actual piss-kink contest but I am 'not' missing this. At the agreed time, I enter and- holy shit.

Okay, that was uncalled for. This isn't "holy shit" cool. There are a lot of people, but that's it. I shuffle around people and see Soy-Sauce and the Heathers absolutely breaking it down. I keep telling myself "One more shot, then I'm out." But many shots later and I might as well live here. I see Kurt, or is that Ram? Doesn't matter. I see a person looking at me and I decide to go over there and give them a piece of my mind. But, uhh, I end up collapsing into them. Which, I'm not gonna lie, their arms are soft, and...muscular. I'm kinda comfy like this, but I doubt they are. So I try to pick myself up but I just end up vomiting on the floor. Goddamnit, how much did I drink again? Well, apparently enough because the person fucking picks me up off the ground in bridal style and carries me into a room. Uhm, what the fuck!! I want to say something, but my lips won't open. They set me on a bed and it's just then I see their face. When I finally speak, I'm slurred and pissed.

"Kurt...?"

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