Kurt's lips quirked in a smirk. "Oh no, darling. This is me being very nice. The alternative is probably not something you want to be on the receiving end of, because the truth really hurts. It was McKinley. A pedophile rapist could have been hired to teach and no one would give a flying fuck. Despite your opinion of yourself, no one cared enough about you personally to really bother," he said with an indifferent shrug. "And those who tried to care, you stabbed in the back with bloody force and screwed them over anyway. With 'friends' like you, who needed enemies? There comes a time where people just... stop giving a fuck." Pretty much basically the story of his life when it came to interacting with some members of New Directions.

"You failed. Interesting." Her attempts to insult him were extremely boring. He knew when people resorted to calling people 'cute' as a way to be patronising, it was really scraping the bottom of the barrel. He looked at his watch, and then looked around the interior of the store with a small scrunch of his nose. Did he seriously have to be wasting his time making an effort with this woman? It was a brick wall. She hadn't changed an iota. He was distinctly remembering now why he all-but exited glee club in favour of the Cheerios. Her over-inflated ego left no room for critique on the bevy of faults she actually harboured along with the rest of the normal people. She thought she was pristinely perfect and so elevated above everyone else, Kurt couldn't stand being in the same room with her.