Kurt stumbles in

As Heather finished her thought, the door flew open, cracking against the wall. She turned to the disruption, then grinned.

"Oh no, Kurt, what happened," she feigned sympathy.

Kurt stormed towards her, covered in superficial scratches and a few developing bruises. The back-end of his boxers flapped in the breeze, which made Heather snort loudly as she backed into the living room.

"You fucking bitch," Kurt roared, unceremoniously alerting the rest of the group to his presence.

"Oh a bit louder please, the rest of the class can't hear," Heather teased him.

"Don't test me, cousin, I've had enough of your shit today." Kurt cornered her against the back door, placing a flexed arm against its glass. Heather though enjoyed this far too much, with a toothy smile on the verge of continuous laughter. Seeing Kurt this angry was almost orgasmic -- wait, scratch that, bad choice of words, she thought. Still though, for her this was entertaining as hell.

When Zack's dark hair blocked Kurt's blonde though, her entertainment went to surprise. Zack casually pushed Kurt's arm down and away, shocking Kurt long enough into compliance.

"Dude, what the hell?" Zack said, placing himself between Kurt and Heather.

"Zack, sweetheart, it's okay," Heather interrupted. She pulled at his shoulder, trying to push him aside. "I appreciate the chivalry, really, but I've dealt with my cousin for this long. I can handle him."

"You've already proven that you can't," Kurt said with a lecherous expression.

"That's not how I saw it, and I think the hole in your underpants is more proof for me than you of yours."

"You're assuming I care what the audience thinks, but I know what happened off camera, and that's all I care about."

Heather peeked over Kurt's shoulder at her gear on the floor. "Not your clothes then? Or... anything else that happened to you on the way back, all naked and attacked by wild animals?"

"They paled in comparison to the first one." Kurt stood at his full height, like a rearing bear, and Heather snorted a laugh.

"You have to have the last word, don't you Kurt? Makes you feel complete and manly, right? Another conquest, just for you."

Kurt just grinned, and suddenly turned away. Heather arched her eyebrow as he pulled his clothes from her gear, and without acknowledging anyone else, left for his shared room.

"Uh... Heather?" Zack asked, echoing the confused and slightly nauseated attitude of the group. "Did something happen, or... what went on with him?"

"Badgers," came Heather's prompt response. "They looked like badger scratches, right?"

"Uh.. I don't--"

"Gavin?" the brunette turned to him, still holding the ice bag over Victoria's ankle. "Badgers?"

"... er, yes? They're common around here and--"

"Good." Heather grabbed her gear and announced she was going to freshen up with a shower. The slamming of her door end her sentence with a start.

The four exchanged glances with each other, Ashley and Victoria's saying The fuck, while Zack and Gavin just responded with a shrug. When Zack turned to Ashley however, both gulped and wondered if their situation wasn't too different from how Heather and Kurt spent their morning. Gavin and Victoria shared a similarly concerned look, and then everyone possessed the same thought, What the hell is going on?