Kurt slumped on the couch, running a hand through his thin, handsome frame. "She dumped me, Logan. Just like that. After everything."
Logan, nineteen with his cute thin upper body and that impossibly wide-hipped, fat booty that turned heads, smirked from the doorway. "Stepbrother, you're pathetic right now. Make her jealous. Hit the club with a smoking 'date' and watch her squirm."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You're straight. I'm straight. How's that supposed to work?"
"Easy," Logan shot back, witty and sharp. "I dress like a girl. Wig, makeup, the works. My fat ass in tight clothes will have her green with envy. She'll think you're over her in seconds."
"You're kidding," Kurt laughed. "You'd really do that? No way your straight ass pulls it off without looking ridiculous."
Logan crossed his arms, strong and unyielding. "Try me. I'm not some submissive pushover—I'm doing this to help you, not because I want to. Besides, that ex of yours deserves to see you winning."
They bantered for minutes, Kurt probing with sarcastic jabs about Logan's curves, Logan firing back with clever retorts about Kurt's post-breakup slump. Eventually, Logan agreed. "Fine. Club it is. But keep it light—we're straight, remember? Just a game."
Kurt grinned, intrigued. "Deal. This might just work."
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