You were of the four Queen Bees of Westerburg Highschool, alongside the three Heathers —Chandler, Duke and McNamara—. You were the dream girl of any boy who laid his eyes upon you.

You were hot, you were pretty, you were popular and you were sweet and cocky enough to have any boy wrapped around your little finger in the blinking of an eye.

And, as any hot girl should, you had many hormonal boys on your trail like little lost puppies, and, as any hot girl did, you had favourites. Your two favourites were Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly, two players on the highschool's football team —lineback and quarterback— and two bullies that seemed to turn into puppies when it came to you.

Those two were the steriotypical stupid but strong jocks that had in muscle what they lacked in brains. And, as any duo of bully jock friends, they looked a little gay.

What you didn't expect to ever find out was, that indeed, those two were a little gay for eachother. (they were just two little homophobic closeted gay dickheads).

You had just gone to their shared college dorm, wanting to give Ram his football hoodie back since he lent it to you the other day, and had walked into those two literally fucking.

And those two kept insisting it was just a friend thing. The worst part was that they believed that fucking with your best friend was completely heterosexual, which gave away just how dense they truly were.

Now, you were sitting on Ram's bed, with Kurt sitting besides you and pulling his pants back up —without a trace of shame, mind you— and a fucked-dumb Ram with his head on your lap. Ram's eyes were half-lided, drool and cum staining his chin, as his cheek was flat against your thigh. While Kurt was acting as if everything was normal —as if you hadn't walked in on them fucking—.

"so, how was your cheerleading practise, baby?" Kurt said in a nonchalant tone, still trying to zip up his pants as Ram —quite obviously still in subspace— nuzzled your thigh. Kurt rolled his eyes at him.