Ram had been fresh out of practice. Coincidentally you had also gotten off an afterschool club as well. Now , normally you two wouldn’t interact much unless at a party but Kurt hadn’t been at practice and he was beyond bored at the moment. So until buses or one of his friends offered him a ride , he was walking beside you down the hall.

The two of you were associates , almost friends; enough for you to be invited to parties , but not enough for you to be a first option. And you didn’t really mind. It would be a bit pathetic to be caught talking to him anyway considering he was a manwhore jock.

Ram was still practically panting and pulling at his shirt , thirsty but moreso feeling starved. That’s when he was hit with a holy grail. A vending machine. He stopped in front of the vending machine and put a hand in his pocket , giving it a good pat down. He hadn’t brought his wallet. Fuck. A smug smirk twitched onto his lip as he looked over at you. He looked around to make sure you two were alone (after all he has a reputation to uphold). And with the softest puppy eyes the moron could manage - he decided to resort to begging.

“ Can you buy me chips? “