It was so late when they left the club it was f*****g early. Matt's slim body felt real good, snuggled up tight against Kurt's side. Dawn would be breaking through the clouds by the time they got home, he thought. Been a long time since he'd seen the dawn from the outside in.
“f*****g faggots!”
Kurt's breath seemed to freeze in his throat. There were a half dozen of them, mean as all hell and tanked up on f**k knew what.
“You got a problem with that?” Matt's voice was bright and breezy as ever. “’Cause we don't have a problem with you guys. Live and let live, that's my mantra.”
Kurt struggled to think. There was no way he could take that many of them by himself. Maybe he should just charge on at them, yell at Matt to run? He could take out two, maybe three of them. But damn, once he
