Author's Note: This is a quick drabble I wrote. It's from Kurt's point of view, and just thinking, how he'd react positively to his very first kiss.
I'm not at all sure how much of sense this makes - maybe it doesn't make any sense at all - but as I once heard somebody say, everything is worth publishing, because it comes from the author's heart.
Title: First Kisses and Fist Throwings
Pairing: Kurtofsky - Kurt/Karofsky, Karofsky/Kurt
Rating: T, for what might be detailed pain or something (I really am picky with these ratings)
Genre: Romance, poetry, a bit of angst if that's what you like to call it

I don't own Glee or any of it's characters, because then I'd probably have a life or at least talent.

David Karofsky is...

How do you begin to explain him?

He is wonderful. No.

No, he's absolutely not wonderful.

David Karofsky is actually a douche bag.

That, he is.

He showed me nothing but hate for more than a year.

He shoved me into lockers so many times, I thought my shoulders were going to depart from my body.

He hit me with his cruel words so often, I thought my whole personality would break into small pieces of identity crisis.

He kicked me with his vicious insults so much, I thought my integrity would crack any day.

He threatened to beat me up, at least once a week, and I thought all the nerves in my body would snap at any moment, because of how tense I kept them.

He even threatened my life once, and I thought all the skin of body would tear off, because of how much I shivered.

How can I ever think to call him wonderful, you ask?

After all these stuff, I don't know.

After all these stuff, there is one left. You all know that.

David Karofsky kissed me once. His in-closet, terrified, desperate, longing, curious lips was pressed to mine, and I thought that I want this to happen forever.

I pushed him away. I was scared. I thought people were watching. That his friends made him do it to film it and laugh at me. I was scared of being laughed at because of my first kiss.

David Karofsky kissed me, I pushed him away, and then he left. The locker he had thrown his fist into was not still for a few moments.

When it was still, I simply thought, that I was so scared to be laughed at, and scared to be tricked.

But I was never scared of David.

A kiss like that won't come again, but neither will such a passionate, emotional boy.

And that is why I, personally, feel that David Karofsky is somewhat wonderful. Because he can hurt my integrity, my nerves and my skin, but he could never hurt my feelings.

I just know he loves me, and some day, he should know how much I love him.