Sam x Kurt
"You’re been great, man." He smiled, offering his hand to him to shake.
"That’s terrible, not to mention pretty douchey on their part." He frowned. "I mean, I’ve heard about bullying and crap, but that’s just also a waste of a perfectly good drink. I mean, come on."
Kurt smiled brightly in return, reaching to take the other boy's hand and giving it a firm shake. "I try. I know what it's like to feel like an outsider, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Hopefully some others will come around soon enough, though," he told him, pulling his hand back and dropping it to his side. "I'm Kurt, by the way."
"Oh, the slushies aren't what I would call a 'good' drink, trust me. I've tasted many of them, unintentionally," he said as he leaned against the locker. "Grape is the worst, by far, but sometimes they have strawberry, and that one is probably the best. Not that it means much. I still hope you never have to find out." Rocking back on his heels for a moment, he decided to change the subject to something a little less depressing. "Where did you move from?"
