“No regrets. No apologies.”

“Those words should have sent Kurt's hackles up, but he was starting to realize a relationship meant protecting each other, because you couldn't bear for your partner to hurt.”

“How else do you explain a bunch of nature-loving, uniform-wearing, possibly-magic head cases who believe in royal clans and shack up in the middle of Rocky Mountain nowhere?  Pretty much screams ‘cult’ to me.”

“As much as I try not to, I can’t help but stare.  It’s kind of like stumbling across a bizarre Teen Vogue shoot, only there’s clearly something more to this cast. Everything about them is captivating, but it’s not just their looks.  It’s the way they move; they way they act; even they way they –“Paigelyn?”Crap.”

“Half an ass,” he mutters, or at least that’s what it sounds like.  In my opinion it doesn’t really pack a whole lot of punch, but apparently I’m wrong and being called “half an ass” is the new mother of all insults because everyone else is riled.  Especially Nate, who looks like he’s a split second away from rearranging Xaevier’s face.”

“Despite myself, I wince.  Everything about her screams “psychopath” – and not the ho-hum, hey-kid-I’m-a-creepy-loner-who’s-gonna-chop-you-up-and-eat-you kind that Hollywood adores.  She’s the truly effed-up variety.  The hey-bitch-I’m-the-pageant-spawned-nightmare-who’s-gonna-make-you-wish-you-were-dead-if-you-even-think-about-running-against-me-for-Prom-Queen type.  And it’s got me checking for the nearest exit.Until he steps in.”

“Who the fuck are you? Davy, were you on a fucking date?" Kurt wasn't sure how to express the anger coursing through him without an assault charge, and even though the asshole was no longer kissing or touching Davy, he was getting more irate. "What the fuck Kurt?"Ripping his mouth away, Davy panted. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Kissing you." Or perhaps devouring. "What makes it okay for you to kiss me and not Andrew?" The words weren't a simple question, but a sneering mockery. Kurt's anger returned full force and his hands moved to Davy's hair, yanking his mouth back within easy reach. "You're mine," he snarled before shoving his tongue back in Davy's mouth.”