"Oh, hey, Sue. You wanted to see me?"
"William, you can wipe that smug look off your face, and while you're at it, wipe your chin because there's a butt on it. Well, I asked you in here as an act of contrition. Ashleigh Berry made an impassioned plea for a unisex bathroom in this school. And I was so moved by Ashleigh's quick answers that I decided to provide her with them. From this day forward, let it be known that Unique will be able to dump dirt in the privacy of his very own crapper." She said.
"Wow, that's... great. Good on Ashleigh. Where is it?"
She gives him a look.
A few minutes later, they all stood in the choir room, staring at the portable toilet...
"We have to move it." Kitty says.
"We've already, uh, we've already tried it; it's bolted to the freaking floor, Kitty." Said Blaine.
They all jumped, seeing the door open and Ashleigh stepping out of it.
"Ashleigh? How could you?" Blaine asked, scrunching up his face.
"What? It's so convenient. Geez, get your priorities straight."

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
"Uh, okay, guys. Let's practice our twerking." Will tells them.
Later that night, Kurt arrived at the tattoo parlour...
"Are you dyslexic? Or illiterate? Or a charlatan? You completely messed up my tattoo. I am scarred." Kurt said.
"Let me see."
Kurt unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt, showing him the tattoo.
"That is exactly what you told me to write."
"No, I wanted a message of hope, something to represent my strides I've made as an individual and the political sea change." Said Kurt.
"You should've put "It gets better" on there."
"I did." Kurt tells him.
"No, you didn't. This is what you gave me to write."
The tattoo guy handed Kurt the piece of paper.
"I don't ask questions because I don't wanna hear everyone's bullcrap story about what their tattoo means."
"I must've screwed it up when I was typing it." Kurt says.
"Yeah. Let me ask you something. What are you even doing here? You don't seem like the tattoo type."
"I wanted to rebel and shake off my doldrums. My path has been different and exciting considering my background, but considering who I think I am and how I see myself, it's like I've taken the streetcar named Predictability. I guess this is the price I pay when I try to surprise myself." Kurt tells him.
"No. I think your motives were true. It's just that, you know, when you go off-road, man, weird stuff is gonna happen. Check this out."
The man walked closer to Kurt, pulling his vest down and showing him a tattoo.