Kurt walked down the corridor, head held high despite his fear of pretty much everyone and everything in that school.
To his left, Tina was admiring his sweater, and he grinned slightly as he felt her eyes looking him up and down. It always felt good to have his fashion sense admired.
He looked across at her as she started to speak, 'I take it we have a lot of sweater trends to look forward to this season.', and he smiled at her.
Out of nowhere, Karofsky pushed him from behind. He fell sideways into the lockers on his right, his hands stopping his face from smacking against the metal.
Karofsky shot him a look of disgust as he strolled off.
Tina glared at him and turned back to Kurt. 'Are you alright?' She asked softly.
Kurt sighed, heart racing. 'Yeah.', he looked at the disappearing figure in the crowds, 'Fine.'
As the bell rang out, he felt a torrent of emotions all at once, but all he could do was sigh.
Tina led the way into the choir room as Kurt just wandered along behind her, hands tightly gripping onto the strap of his bag. His eyes were fixed on the floor as the last few moments repeated themselves over and over in his head.
Mr Schuester was busy welcoming back Puck as he mindlessly made his way to a seat, and he settled himself down next to Mercedes, who smiled at him. Kurt lifted the corners of his mouth ever so slightly and looked at the floor once again.
As the pointless talk around him continued, he tried to block out Karofsky. He couldn't—no, he wouldn't let him get to him.
Behind him Quinn started talking and he woke up a little.
Mr Schuester held up a handful of paper and Kurt tried to pay attention.
'I have, in my hand, our competition for Sectionals next month.' He declared, putting on his reading glasses and announcing the list.
'First, the accapella choir from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers.'
There were a few whoops and a bit of clapping from the rest of the group and Kurt shuffled a little in his seat.
Santana laughed. 'Oh, okay, hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head.' She tilted her head towards Kurt ever so slightly and he glared at her.
'And the other team to beat—The Hipsters. A first year club from the Warren Township Continuing Education Program. Now, they are a Glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school GED's.'
There was a bit of uproar after that—Rachel wondered if it was legal, and next to Kurt, Mercedes asked how they were meant to beat a bunch of adorable pensioners.
Kurt didn't care, he just wanted to go home.
He'd completely zoned out by now, thoughts about what this weeks assignment would be muddled with Karofsky's menacing scowl. He shivered a little.
'...I want to make this week our second annual Boys Vs. Girls tournament.' Kurt just caught the end of Mr Schue's announcement, and he shrugged. To everyone else it was a challenge, to him it was just another way to be pushed into something he didn't want to do.
As everyone moved around the room and got themselves into their appropriate groups, he decided to test Mr Schue again this year and try to join the girls team.
Rachel was already starting to boss around the girls as he stood behind her. I wonder how long it'll last this time, he thought to himself.
'Kurt, gonna say it again—Boys team.' Mr Schuester's voice called back to him, and he turned around, arms crossed. He stared at the back of his teacher's head, wanting nothing more than to scream the unfairness of the situation at him.
Reluctantly, he approached the boys and sat down on a chair next to Mike, arms still crossed. He looked around at the others, who were already planning some sort of rock-band tribute.
Just go with it Kurt. Things aren't going to change.
Kurt walked down the corridor, as always, with his head held high, trying desperately to avoid anything that would cause a disturbance. He didn't even see Karofsky coming.
He thundered down the corridor, then reached out a bulky arm and shoved Kurt's tiny figure into the lockers. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the familiar pain down his left side, as the metal of the doors bruised his delicate skin.
Something finally broke.
'What is your problem?' He shouted as Karofsky retreated. He held the bag-strap tighter than ever before, using up all his strength to question this boy, this ignorant boy who was making his life a misery.
Karofsky stopped, and turned on his heels.
'You talking back to me?' He advanced on Kurt, who froze with fear, his eyes wide as the shape approached him.
'You want a piece of The Fury?' He threatened, clenching his fists.
'The Fury?' Kurt asked back, voice strong but so close to failing him.
'It's what I named my fist.' Karofsky answered, demonstrating what he meant by holding up said fist and clenching until his knuckles were white.
'Well, with that level of creativity, you could easily become Assistant Manager at a rendering plant.' Kurt retorted, praising his genes for giving him such quick wit.
Karofsky looked momentarily puzzled. 'I don't know what that is—but if I find out it's bad, The Fury's gonna find you.' He snarled, then started to walk away, but not before slamming Kurt full-force into the lockers once more.
Kurt felt his shoulders hit the solid metal and his head fell back a little. His heart raced, as it always did, and he realised he was shaking a little.
He put his head back and closed his eyes. Why me? Why me? Why did I have to be gay? Why does he have to pick on me? Why?
Mr Schuester handed Kurt a drink—water in a tiny paper cup—and began to talk. He'd seen Kurt standing against the lockers, and Karofsky hurrying off, and put two and two together.
'Is there anything that I can do?' His voice came out softer than it's usual tone.
Kurt had his hand resting on his face, his index finger on his temple, and he mindlessly chewed the nail on his ring finger. It took him a few seconds to realise Mr Schue had handed him a drink.
Sighing, he took the drink and answered the question.
'No.' He raised the drink to his lips. 'This is my hill to climb alone.'
Mr Schuester watched him closely, face pained in concern.
'Can I be honest?', he began, and Kurt took a sip, raising his eyebrows a little, ready to hear his mentor's opinion. 'I think it's getting to you.'
Kurt's eyes flickered from the floor up to his teacher.
'Usually, this stuff rolls right off your back, but lately you've been belligerent, angry, pushing people away.'
Kurt exhaled loudly.
'Can I be honest with you?' He said, and Mr Schue nodded. 'You, like everyone else at this school are too quick to let homophobia slide.'
It felt good to finally voice his thoughts, even though in the back of his mind, he knew that there wasn't much Mr Schuester could do.
'And your lesson plans are boring and repetitive.' He carried on, and Mr Schuester grimaced.
'Boys Vs. Girls. That doesn't challenge any of us.' He said quietly.
'You mean because I didn't let you join the girls like you wanted?'
Mr Schuester's words stung Kurt a little. Of course he wanted to join the girls—the boys wouldn't listen to a word he said and at least with the girls he could be assured that Rachel would keep everyone in line.
He leant forward and put the little paper cup on the desk, then reached down for his bag.
'To answer your question, yes. I'm unhappy.' He admitted, standing up and walking towards the door. 'And yes, being the only out gay kid at this school gets me down.' He turned back to Mr Schuester, who sat behind the desk watching Kurt leave.
'But most of all,' Kurt sighed, 'I'm not challenged in the least here.'
With that, he turned away from the choir coach and walked out of the door.
The next day, Kurt sat in the choir room, surrounded by the rest of the boys.
Mr Schuester was talking about the Boys Vs. Girls tournament, and Kurt, for some reason, felt it important to listen this time.
'Boys, you are now doing songs traditionally sung by girl's groups.' Kurt sat up straight in his chair, his face lit up.
Finally! A challenge.
A million possible song options flooded into Kurt's head, and he excitedly began to mentally plan out outfits. As Mr Schuester finished talking, he leaned forward to Puck and Artie.
'Don't worry gentlemen, I have this one under control.' He smiled.
The pointer that Kurt was using to direct the rest of the New Directions boys through his outfits tapped sharply on the display board.
He pointed to a picture of himself, adorned in a feather headdress, and various cuttings from his favourite fashion magazines.
He'd managed to find the perfect outfits for the perfect song, and of course, he had to sing lead.
He'd used all of his knowledge of both fashion and music to piece together a winning show, that would surely win them the competition.
As he strolled about the front of the classroom they were using to meet in, Artie looked to the others.
'Isn't this lesson about opposites?' He said, then looked up to Kurt. 'I mean, you in a sequin gown and a feather boa is exactly what you'd expect.'
Kurt smiled. 'Okay, who said anything about a gown?'
From his crouched position at the front, Puck interrupted, as he walked towards the back of the room. 'Uh dude, why don't you make yourself useful and go put some rat-poison in them old folks' jello, or visit the garglers?'
Kurt got a little irritated. 'The Warblers.' He corrected him.
'Whatever.' Puck said, sitting down at a back desk. 'See what they're up to. And you can wear all the feathers you want. You'll blend right in.' He said, throwing a football to Finn.
Kurt stood at the front, pointer held close, unsure whether to shout at them all for dismissing him so easily, or to cry because his chance to finally shine was being thwarted.
'Fine.' He said after a few seconds, swiping his display board off of the stand and charging out of the room.
Students bustled all around Kurt as he made his way down a grand spiral staircase. After a rather rude rejection from Puck and the rest of the boys, he had taken their advice and decided to take a trip to Dalton Academy—an hour and a half drive across town to do a little spying on 'the enemy'.
Is something going on? Kurt took off his sunglasses and pulled his bag closer to his side, then decided to ask somebody what was happening.
He picked out the most sane looking person to ask—a boy with curly black hair that had been thickly gelled so it stayed neat upon his head, his uniform was tidy, and he had some form of authority around him.
As the boy passed him on the stairs, he decided to ask before he walked away, to whatever major event must have been happening.
'E-excuse me.' He said, reaching out to tap the boy's shoulder but just missing. The boy turned around anyway.
He looked Kurt up and down, seeming as though he hadn't been concentrating when called upon.
'Can I ask you a question—I'm new here?' Kurt said quickly, trying not to give himself away.
The boy looked at him again, hazel eyes studying his stature. 'My name is Blaine.' He said, and reached out a hand.
Kurt didn't really know what to say, but shook Blaine's hand. 'Kurt.' He smiled, certain that this boy—who's eyes seemed to see right through him—would figure out that he wasn't a new kid at all.
People rushed past them and Blaine looked at them. Kurt could tell he needed to be somewhere.
'So what exactly's going on?' He asked, just wanting to know the cause of all the commotion.
Blaine grinned at him. 'The Warblers. Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while.' Blaine watched the crowds as they moved down the corridor.
'So wait, the Glee club here is kind of cool?' Kurt asked. This place couldn't be real? Glee club was cool and there were no slushie machines. He was definitely dreaming.
'The Warblers are like.. rock-stars.' Blaine enthused.
As compared to New Directions, we're at the bottom of the pile.
'Come on, I know a shortcut.' Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him out of the crowds and down another corridor, before he even had the time to say anything.
He turned around a corner and dragged him into a deserted hallway. It was decorated with some of the finest yet most expensive furniture Kurt had ever seen.
Blaine took large strides as he led the way, still holding onto Kurt's hand tightly. Kurt had to run to keep up.
As he looked around the stretch of hall and marvelled at the interior design, Blaine turned his head to look at him. He smiled when he saw Kurt's excited face.
They soon reached a busy room, full of Dalton students all gathering around a group of other students in the centre.
Blaine turned to face Kurt, as they stood in the doorway.
'Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb.' Kurt breathed, taking it all in one moment at a time. There were people moving tables and chairs out of the way, and more students entering through multiple doors.
Blaine laughed slightly. 'Then next time don't forget your jacket, new kid.' He pulled down Kurt's collar a little, smoothing it out with his thumb. 'You'll fit right in.' He said, with an all-knowing smile that Kurt was sure could solve all the world's problems.
Did he just wink at me, or did I imagine that?
Blaine dumped his bag on a table to the right and looked back to Kurt. The group of students in the centre started to produce a tune. Kurt recognised it straight away.
'Now, if you'll excuse me.' Blaine turned and walked towards the group, who were now starting to take their places. He stood at the front, right in the centre, and started to sing.
Before you met me,
I was alright.
But things were kind of heavy.
You brought me to life.
He looked around the room at all the students, before his eyes settled on Kurt.
Now every February,
You'll be my valentine. Valentine.
Kurt stood in the doorway, bracing himself on his bag-strap. His insides turned to mush at the sound of Blaine's voice. And the rest of the Warblers. Not only were they good, they were enjoying it, and so was everybody else.
It was the appreciation the New Directions had never had.
Let's go all the way tonight,
No regrets.
Just love.
As the Warblers began to click their fingers and subtly—in their own way—began to dance, and the rest of the room soon followed.
We can dance until we die.
Blaine looked away from his Warbler friends and back to Kurt, focusing on his blue-grey eyes.
You and I,
We'll be young forever.
Kurt was captured in this performance—more so in Blaine than the rest of the Warblers—and he wondered if being invited to an impromptu performance counted as spying.
You make me feel like I'm living a,
Teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
Everyone in the room was dancing and joining in with the Warblers. Blaine's eyes were still locked on Kurt's.
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and don't ever look back.
Don't ever look back.
Kurt started a battle with himself in his mind. Is he singing to me? Oh gosh Kurt pull yourself together you've known him for five minutes. He decided that Blaine probably wasn't singing to him—it was just another performance.
Let's go all the way tonight.
No regrets.
Just love.
We can dance until we die.
You and I,
We'll be young forever.
Blaine looked so at home with all of the Warblers behind him. He had a sense of charisma that made everyone in the room feel comfortable and be able to enjoy themselves.
Blaine pointed right at Kurt as he launched into the next chorus.
You make me feel like I'm living a,
Teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and don't ever look back.
Don't ever look back.
Kurt looked around the room—everybody was joining in in some way, and he felt a sense of unity in the room.
I might get your heart racing,
In my skin-tight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight.
Kurt blushed and looked away from Blaine, to stop himself from imagining his new friend in actual skin-tight jeans.
The Warblers went quiet as they prepared to jump into the next chorus, humming out the tune ever so quietly and slowly building up to a louder and higher note.
Kurt took a few moments to watch how they all worked together as a team. He noticed that they were all in perfect sync. It wasn't like New Directions, where if somebody didn't pull their weight, it was fine because somebody else would pick it up, the Warblers worked as a unit.
Yeaaah!
You make me feel like I'm living a,
Teenage dream
Kurt couldn't help but grin like a maniac as Blaine sang his heart out.
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and don't ever look back.
Don't ever look back.
My heart stops when you look at me.
Just one touch now baby I believe.
This is real.
Let's take a chance and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back.
Kurt started moving along with the music, as Blaine's eyes found him again.
I might get your heart racing,
In my skin-tight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight.
Let you put your hands on me,
In my skin-tight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight.
The room erupted as the students applauded the Warblers, and Kurt joined in. Blaine grinned at Kurt—his eyes still fixed on Kurt's own—who was glad the song was over for two reasons. One, he could now stop worrying about how good they were and how they were going to thrash New Directions at sectionals. And two, he needed to stop imagining Blaine in skin-tight jeans.
Blaine slid a coffee cup across the table at Kurt. He sat facing three of the Warblers, Blaine in the middle and directly in front of him, and one on each side of him.
'Latte?' Blaine offered, handing him the cup.
'Thankyou.' Kurt breathed, trying to avoid the confrontation that was inevitably going to happen next, as he was sure they had figured out he was a spy.
'This is Wes—and David.' Blaine said, introducing the other two Warblers.
Wes, who sat on Blaine's right, studied Kurt carefully. He had a smile on his face as he looked Kurt up and down, trying to figure out 'the new kid'.
David sat on Blaine's left. He had kind eyes and a big smile, and Kurt could tell that he was in some form of power.
'It's very civilised of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying.' Kurt said, trying to laugh but feeling it catch in his throat, his voice coming out as a whisper.
'We are not going to beat you up.' Wes assured him.
Blaine took a sip of coffee as David laughed. 'You were such a terrible spy, we thought it was sort of—endearing.'
Blaine then jumped in. 'Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came.' His warm eyes looked into Kurt's, that all-knowing smile once again on his face.
Kurt's mouth hung open. This guy is a mind-reader. He smiled and tried to laugh again.
'Can I ask you guys a question?' He surveyed them as he waited for an answer.
Three pairs of eyes looked back at him, and Blaine seemed to sort of nod.
'A—are you guys all gay?' Kurt said, feeling stupid the moment the words had left his lips.
The three Warblers laughed, Blaine's a weird kind of chuckle, Wes' a form of exhaling and David's just a simple laugh.
Kurt felt his cheeks going red as they laughed. He didn't think his question was that stupid.
'Uh, uh, no.' Blaine laughed, eyes on the table. He looked back to Kurt. 'I mean, I am, but these two have girlfriends.' He pointed to Wes and David and they smiled at Kurt.
Embarrassed and slightly flustered, Kurt took a sip of coffee.
'This is not a gay school,' David explained, 'We just have a zero-tolerance harassment policy.' Blaine nodded. 'Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple' Wes added lightly.
Kurt felt a little overwhelmed. This school couldn't be real. It was everything he wanted. Safety, happiness within his group, a challenge. He couldn't respond, he just stared into space as tears silently filled his eyes.
Blaine looked at him curiously, then looked to Wes and David.
'Would you guys excuse us?' The pair looked at each other, then at Kurt, and stood up. 'Take it easy Kurt.' Wes said kindly. They left together, looking from Kurt to Blaine as they went.
Kurt held onto his coffee cup tightly as he inhaled, trying to fight back the tears he really didn't want to fall.
'I take it you're having trouble at school?' Blaine said, suddenly sounding very like a counsellor rather than another boy.
Kurt fell to pieces inside.
'I'm the only person out of the closet at my school.' He choked back a lump in his throat that was stopping him from speaking. 'And I-I tried to stay strong about it, but—there's this Neanderthal who's made it his mission to make my life a living hell.'
Blaine listened silently.
'And nobody seems to notice.' Kurt whispered, feeling the tears burning at his cheeks.
Blaine thought for a moment. You could tell him, Blaine. You could tell him to do what you never had the courage to do.
'I know how you feel.' He said.
'I got taunted at my old school, and it really—pissed me off.' He exhaled loudly, twiddling his thumbs as he spoke.
'I even complained about it to the faculty. And, they were sympathetic and all, but you could just tell that nobody really cared.'
Kurt listened to Blaine's story, wondering how it was the one boy he picked out of the crowd who's story was so like his own.
'It was like—Hey, if you're gay, your life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it.'
Kurt looked away from Blaine and tried to fathom out what he was actually doing, sitting opposite this rather attractive—although he wouldn't admit it to himself—gay singer who was giving him advice.
'So I left.' Blaine sighed. He looked around at the room they were sitting in, Kurt presumed it was classed as a fancy canteen.
'I came here. Simple as that.' Kurt could see pain in Blaine's eyes, pain you would only know if you had experienced it yourself. He stared at the floor again, wanting to break down there and then.
'So you have two options.' Blaine's voice brought Kurt back to Earth. 'I mean—I'd love to tell you to just come enrol here, but tuition at Dalton's sort of steep and I know that's not an option for everybody.'
Kurt watched and listened carefully.
'Or, you can refuse to be the victim.' Blaine had leaned forward in his chair, drawing Kurt in.
'Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. And you have a chance right now to teach him.'
Kurt thought about it. 'How?' He asked.
'Confront him. Call him out.' Blaine said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world, and suddenly, to Kurt, it was.
'I ran, Kurt.' The way Blaine kept using Kurt's name gave him shivers. 'I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away. That is something that I really, really regret.'
Kurt saw a whole different side to Blaine in that moment, and he decided there and then he was going to stand up to Karofsky, whatever it took him.
The Glee choir room came to life as the girls began their Girls Vs. Boys performance of Start Me Up/Living On A Prayer.
Kurt sat in-between Sam and Puck, who were both enthralled in watching the girls dance more than the actual music.
Kurt was taking the time to appreciate the way they had mashed two songs together. He also was a major fan of their wardrobe, and considered asking Rachel to help him make his own ensemble like that.
As he watched his best friend take the limelight with a solo, his phone began to buzz in his pocket.
He took it out and checked what the alert was.
'Courage.' It read. It was from Blaine.
Kurt smiled, instantly feeling confident, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. The fact that somewhere about 80 miles away, a boy in a private school called Dalton Academy had taken the time to think about him and text him, it made Kurt's heart flutter a little.
'Courage - - - Blaine' Kurt's phone read. He smiled at it as he walked down the corridor, unaware of where he was going or what he was meant to be doing, only focusing on the text that gave him exactly what he needed—courage.
Out of nowhere, Karofsky slapped the phone out of his hand and to the floor, then pushed Kurt across the hall and into the lockers.
A girl standing a few feet away stared open-mouthed at the scene.
Karofsky didn't even stop that time, just carried on walking, turning back to look at Kurt's horrified expression.
Kurt looked around for a place to crawl into so he could die, but the sight of his phone on the floor made him realise that now was the time to confront Karofsky.
Courage Kurt. You've got some, now use it.
'Hey!' He shouted, running after the jock and diving into the locker room.
'I am talking to you!' He shouted again from the doorway.
Karofsky was taking trainers out of his locker. 'The girls locker room is next door.'
Kurt ran up to him. 'What is your problem?'
'Excuse me?'
'What are you so scared of?' Kurt demanded.
'Besides you sneaking in here to peak at my junk.' He said, turning away from the shaking figure.
'Oh yeah, every straight guy's nightmare—that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you! Well guess what ham-hawk—you're not my type.'
Kurt unleashed a whole year's worth of hatred and bitterness.
'That right?' Karofsky said, not even bothered by Kurt's rage.
'Yeah. I don't go for chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they're thirty.' Kurt said, once again thanking his quick wit.
Karofsky clenched a fist. 'Do not push me Hummel.'
Kurt looked from Karofsky's eyes to his fist and back again. 'You gonna hit me? Do it.'
Karofsky slammed his other fist on one of the lockers, making Kurt wince away from the noise.
'Don't push me!' Karofsky roared.
'Hit me cause it's not gonna change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you.'
'GET OUT MY FACE!' Karofsky's voice had reached breaking point, as had his temper. But then again, so had Kurt's.
'You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!'
Karofsky put his right hand on Kurt's cheek and kissed him. Kurt's inside's screamed. His whole brain cursed at him, but he couldn't move his fists, he couldn't kick out, he couldn't do anything.
When Karofsky finally pulled away, Kurt looked at him, eyes wide, horrified. Realisation washed over his face and he saw Karofsky lean in again.
He pushed his shoulders away and pulled a hand to his face, biting his nail, the only thing he could do. He stared at the boy for a moment, what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds.
In frustration, Karofsky slammed his fists on one of the lockers and stormed out of the room, leaving Kurt to process what had just happened.
He was horrified, hundreds of different emotions all at once. He had stood up and discovered the awful truth. And he felt sicker than ever.
He ran a finger over his lips—they felt tainted. He could only think of one thing to do.
'Thanks again for coming.' Kurt breathed, thanking Blaine for the umpteenth time.
Blaine had made the hour and a half journey over after Kurt had rang him in hysterics. For reasons Kurt didn't fully understand yet, Blaine was skipping classes for him.
'Don't worry about it, just let me do the talking.' Blaine assured him.
They walked up the concrete steps and rounded the corner and up another short flight. It was here where they found Karofsky.
'There he is.' Kurt curled up inside himself.
'I got your back.' Blaine said, and Kurt followed him up the stairs.
'Excuse me.' Blaine said confidently, as Karofsky unknowingly approached the pair. He looked down at them. He looked from Blaine to Kurt, then back to Blaine.
'Hey lady boys. This your boyfriend Kurt?' He said to Kurt, who simply stared at him.
'Kurt and I would like to talk to you.' Blaine spoke as if nothing was wrong, he kept his head held high and showed no signs of either fear or confrontation. As he looked across at Kurt—who was staring up at Karofsky—he realised how bad this whole situation actually was.
'I gotta go to class.' Karofsky pushed Kurt's shoulder and walked down the stairs.
'Kurt told me what you did.' Blaine said, trying to keep his voice unthreatening but at the same time authoritive.
Karofsky stopped at the bottom step and turned back around. He wanted nothing more than to run away, but running away from two gay guys would dent his reputation, so he decided against it.
'Oh yeah?' He shrugged. 'What's that?' He put his hands in his pockets.
Blaine looked at Kurt, whose eyes were already looking a little watery.
'You kissed me.' He said, suppressing a sniffle.
Karofsky looked around quickly, afraid that somebody would overhear the whole conversation.
'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Kurt sniffed and looked to Blaine, who was prepared for anything.
'It seems like you might be a little confused. And that's totally normal.' Karofsky turned away from them and started to walk down the next set of steps, however Blaine followed him, Kurt walking closely behind him.
'This is a very hard thing to come to terms with and you should just know that you're not alone.'
Karofsky's temper flared. Of course he was alone. Nobody knew what it was like to be him, nobody. Not even Kurt, and definitely not Blaine.
Finally running out of things to say, he charged back up the stairs and grabbed Blaine's blazer collar, forcing him back into a metal gate.
'Do not mess with me.' He snarled, slamming Blaine into the bars of the gate. Blaine held his hands up, showing he was not going to fight back.
Kurt dove forward.
'You have got to stop this!' He cried, using all of his force to push Karofsky off of Blaine and towards the steps. Karofsky looked from Kurt to Blaine, and realised that there was no way he could do or say anything to either of them while the other was around.
He turned and quickly hurried down the steps, not looking back, until he was out of sight of both of them.
'Well he's not coming out anytime soon.' Blaine said, brushing himself off.
Kurt exhaled loudly, tears stinging his eyes. He sat down on one of the steps and drew his knees in.
Blaine looked down at him, confused.
'What's going on? Why are you so upset?' He asked softly, sitting down next to Kurt and scooting close to him.
Kurt breathed heavily, sniffling and holding back the tears again.
'Because up until yesterday I had never been kissed.' He smiled at the stupidity of it. 'Or at least, when it counted.' He added, reminding himself of the Brittany incident.
Blaine bit his bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, realising why this was such a big deal. He wanted to scoop Kurt up and tell him everything was going to be okay, but he knew from his own experiences that there was never any guarantee of that.
'Come on,' he said, nudging Kurt with his elbow. 'I'll buy you lunch.' He stood over Kurt, who looked up at him with sad eyes. Blaine's own warm features gazed down at him, and he picked up his bag and followed him down the steps.
He looked at Blaine as he walked behind him, the back of his head, the way he walked with his head high and how comfortable he seemed in his own skin. If Blaine was anything to Kurt right now, he was not only a friend, but he was a mentor.
'Courage'
Kurt had created a collage of letters put together to read the word 'Courage' on the inside of his locker door. He'd taken the letters out of all his favourite magazines, and above that, he had a framed picture of Blaine.
He smiled at the picture, and breathed lightly, reminding himself that courage was all he needed.
As he looked at the collage underneath, Karofsky pushed him into the locker. He fell against his hand but knocked his chin slightly, and then fell to the floor.
Karofsky just gave him the look that said 'I have the power to destroy you and you are nothing' and he shrunk.
Students walked past Kurt—all trying to get to class or whatever other unimportant things they had planned—as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
He watched countless feet walk past him and tried to stay calm.
I know it's painful Kurt, just have courage. Listen to Blaine and have some courage. Please, it's going to get better. Somehow.
After many vigorous practice performances, the boys were ready to perform their Boys Vs Girls mash-up of Stop! In The Name Of Love/Free Your Mind.
Apparently, something had been going on between Coach Beiste and a few of the boys—and Tina too—and this performance was meant to be an apology.
Henceforth, Kurt had not been given a solo.
However, he put his heart and soul into the performance, and by the end of it, Coach Beiste seemed to have forgiven the Glee club for whatever it was they had done, because all the offenders had a group hug.
All Kurt could think about was Karofsky. And Blaine. The two seemed to be connected now.
As he adjusted his bow-tie, Kurt thought about how wonderful life must be at Dalton Academy, the classes, the Warblers, Blaine.
Blaine.
Hehe, I know I really should be writing my other stories right now but I got distracted by the beauty that is Klaine and yeah, this happened.
Right, so, I'mma explain. Really, this is all my interpretations of the scenes from the show. It follows Kurt and Blaine's story from Never Been Kissed and only uses scenes from the episodes.
I'm a review-fairy, I need them to breathe. And everytime I get a review, RIB write more Klaine scenes.
Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN GLEE. At all. I never have done and I never will do. If I did, it'd be canon that Blaine is petrified of spiders.
I hope you enjoy :)