Heather and Kurt

"C'mon, keep up Kurt!" Heather shouted cheerily at her cousin. He flashed her a grim look as
he trudged up the hill. All he could think about was this inane exercise and his painful blue
balls dangling between his legs.

I should be trying to move on the blonde, the ginger, or even the girlfriend he mentally
growled. Not out here with my fucking cousin hiking into god knows where.

"I can't see you, Kurt," Heather chastised. Her cousin stared upwards to the tree-covered
summit Heather's disappeared beyond its horizon.

"Fucking damnit Heather," Kurt blurted out. "What the hell is this anyway? You're content to
running around the forest by yourself, the hell you need me for?" Silence answered him as he
ascended. The grade became steeper and Kurt felt the muscles of his thighs begin to ache.
"This is way to damn high, only your damn cheerleader legs can scale this easily."

Finally reaching the summit, Kurt saw Heather bent over, placing some of her outdoor gear on
the ground. With his omnipresent scowl, Kurt unceremoniously plopped his stuff down on the
ground by his feet.

"Seriously, Heather," he began to complain again, "why do you--"

In a flash of consciousness, Heather shot towards him, pushing him into a nearby tree with her
forearm. Kurt had no time to respond, and cracked his head on the trunk. He cursed loudly, but
ceased after seeing Heather's furious eyes.

"Listen douchebag," she said, "those are my friends back at the cabin. You're only here
because Mom wanted me to bring you -- if I had my way, I would've just stomped on your fucking
balls and watched you cry in a ball before I left your house. So if you think you can fucking
mess with any of my friends Kurt -- ANY of my friends -- well, Aunt Holly isn't here to save
your worthless ass." She pulled back, practically dropping him like dead weight.

"What the fuck, Heather?" Kurt's grimace deepened. "You think you can tell me who I can and
can't talk to?"

Heather laughed ruefully. "Oh please Kurt, I know what you want to do and it ain't talking.
You've been drooling over Chloe like a thirsty camel, and god damnit, I don't know what you're
thinking about Vicky. Hell, I've even seen you stare at Ashley before we left, what is wrong
with you?"

"Ha! Like I haven't caught you looking at Zack that way?" Kurt smirked.

Heather went still for a minute and a brief flush went across her face. "Hey, this isn't about
me."

"Oh I'm sure you'd love him to fuck you, but I have bad news Heather, you're not who he's
hard for. That's Victoria, your best friend."

"So fucking what?" Heather's face now reddened deeply, though more from anger than arousal.
"That still doesn't give you free reign."

"I can do whatever -- and whoever -- I want, and no fucking slut of a cousin is going to tell
me different!"

Heather's eyes blazed. "Slut?!"

"Yeah Heather, how many guys have you teased and fucked over the past year? Oh do I hear
stories..."

"Oh, oh, yeah, okay, let's go down THAT road," she guffawed. "The girl's bathroom is a trail
of fucking tears about you. You're barely done with one cunt before you need another!"

Kurt upturned his head in mock aloofness. "A stud's gotta keep a reputation!"

"Even after Melanie?" Heather said in low tones.

Kurt snapped his head back around. "What did you say...?" he growled.

"Oh, did I say her name?" Heather grinned evilly. "The girl who broke your heart..."

Kurt stormed towards her. "Shut up about Melanie!"

Heather backed away, keeping a decent distance between her and her seething cousin. "Touched a
nerve, did I?"

"I said shut up!"

"Man, it must've affected you something terrible if you're this mad! Kurt, I didn't know..."
Heather grinned through fake sympathy. "Then, shit, you really did do a complete turn around,
didn't you? You were banging chicks left and right after her. Compensating...?"

"Last fucking chance, Heather," Kurt spat.

"Or what?" Heather dropped the act. "The fuck are you gonna do to me? Need to defend your
manhood?"