Takes place some time after "A Very Glee Christmas." Rated M for violence and foul mouthing.
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It was supposed to be a good day.
I had planned last week to come visit New Directions. I missed them dearly ever since I came to Dalton. I was even starting to miss Santana's fiery temper and Rachel's loud mouth.
It was Tuesday and I had skipped last period in order to make the drive down to McKinley. Blaine seemed a bit nervous to let me go alone. I reassured him I planned it precisely to avoid Karofsky. I would slip into the middle of glee club rehearsal when hockey practice would start and leave by the time it ended. Of course things wouldn't go so smoothly.
I lost track of time catching up with Mercedes and singing along with them. I missed this place too much. Going to Dalton, being in the Warblers, and being friends with Blaine (oh how I wish it was more than that) couldn't replace what I had in that choir room. I could be myself without having to blend into the group at Dalton. I wished more than anything that I could have handled things at McKinley.
It broke my heart to say goodbye to Mercedes when I walked over to my car in the back of the lot.
"Hey, homo, you having fun at your new fag school?" The familiar voice couldn't have hit me harder if it was a block of neon colored ice.
I turned slowly, my eyes turning wide without my consent. Karofsky was clad in his letterman jacket as usual, towering over me, his eyebrows drawn together.
"Why come back? Did you miss me?" The intensity in his voice wavered. I took a step backward.
"I'm just leaving." Another step and my back hit a wall of muscle and fat.
"Like hell you're leaving, Lady." Azimio grabbed onto my arms to restrain me.
"Let go of me!" I brought my heeled boot down on his toes. He yelped and I struggled out of his grasp. I looked for a way to my car. There was none. Two other jocks flanked my sides, looking for entertainment.
"You think we're going to let you get away with almost getting our buddy expelled?" Azimio quickly recovered and came closer, "Over a little shoving, too?" An actual shove was used to emphasize. "You that easy to break, Lady?"
"You ignoramuses couldn't tell if a plate was broken if you had just hit it over your thick skulls. I'm not fine china!" My voice rose at the same rate as my heart beat.
"Oh yeah?" His lips curled up in a rotting smile, "Let's test that." With that his fist made relations with my nose. I staggered back and collided with a set of hands.
They threw me around the group like it was some game of catch. Blows came like the flu, spreading and contagious. I could barely make a sound until a fist connected with my stomach and sent me sprawling to the ground. A groan escaped my mouth a second before legs came out to kick me. The world was turning dark so I just closed my eyes tight. I heard a shout above the roaring in my ears and the feet stopped coming.
I opened my eyes hesitantly. My left barely obeyed and throbbed instead. Karofsky and Azimio had a short argument. I could only make out one word: stop. Azimio gave me a incredulous look and huffed away, towing the other jocks with him.
Karofsky just stood there, his hands stuffed in his pockets, and stared at the pavement. After a minute he stalked away to his own car, leaving me crumpled.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and slowly brought myself up to a sitting position. Most everything ached but my legs.
I pulled my blazer tighter around me. Blood dripped from my nose and soaked into the navy blue fabric. It was an odd thing to think of, but I was glad I was bleeding on my uniform and not on a particularly expensive ensemble.
I shivered and pulled out my phone. I dwelt on calling Blaine. There was part of me that wished he had come with me so I wouldn't be here sitting in the parking lot all alone. It was better he didn't though. One broken body is better than two. I didn't want him to see me like this either.
I decided to call Finn instead and my fingers fumbled on the screen.
Finn answered on the other end after a few agonizing rings. "Hello?"
"Finn." the hoarse voice that came out scared me.
"Kurt? What's wrong?"
"Can you come pick me up?" I took a deep breath. "I'm in the parking lot."
"I'm still at school, I'll come out. Didn't you come in your car?" His voice kept rising.
"I-I don't think I can drive right now..."
"Kurt? What happened?"
"Just come get me, please?" I hung up before he could ask further. He would find out soon enough.
More chapters to come! Thanks for reading!