Karofsky was on a mission. School had ended and there were very few students left in the halls. Those very few who remained recognized that look on Karofsky and avoided him at all costs. No books, no notebooks, no football gear satchels in his possession, he was tearing down the halls of McKinley High School. With a terrifying scowl on his face, David Karofsky was particularly angry that day. He noticed Sam Evans' curvy and inviting ass at the drinking fountain earlier that day and it burned a fire in him. It came close to replacing his lusting image of Kurt Hummel. He had to complete his mission of doing whatever it took to stop the battle in his head.
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Kurt Hummel was ghosting down the halls of McKinley High School. With his iPhone in one hand, and a heavy, black satchel draped over his other shoulder, he was barely conscious as he aimlessly walked towards the student parking lot. The daily locker checks and hourly name calling were both taking its toll on Kurt, both physically and emotionally. Kurt was visible to the very few students who remained in school, but he was dead inside.
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Karofsky rounded the hall, nearing the student parking lot, and saw the one person he didn't want to see, very slowly approaching him – Kurt Hummel. The late afternoon sun drained through institutional windows and hopeless breezes died in the hallway where they were. But all he saw was Kurt. And then, rage. Lust. All he could see was rage and lust and Kurt. And then…a target.
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Kurt had taken a wrong turn, away from the student parking lot doors. He was lost – lost in so many ways…..
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Karofsky was nearing his target. Dark, tunneled eyes focused on one angelic boy…..
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WHAM!
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Karofsky successfully completed his mission and barely slowed down to do it, a small, cruel smile on his face. Kurt was easily grasped by Karofsky's meaty hands and slammed into a row of lockers. Karofsky took one glance back as he witnessed Kurt careening and then slamming into a row of lockers. The Piece de Resistance was when Kurt then collapsed onto the floor.
Karofsky kept walking away. But something told him to look back again. Having progressed about four or five more steps, he came to a complete halt.
Kurt was still crumpled on the floor…..and not moving.
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Kurt was dazed, staring at absolutely nothing, from ground-level. His eyes were open, but as the cliché-ridden phrase goes, nobody was home.
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Karofsky eyed the amazing boy from about fifteen steps away. Kurt still hadn't moved. Karofsky, eyes slightly narrowed, took a step towards Kurt. And then another. And then another…..
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Kurt was lost. A red and very black shadow was slowly approaching in his peripheral vision, but that's all it was. A shadow.
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Karofsky was now about six steps away, when his eyes bulged and pulse quickened. Kurt was slumped on the floor, slightly lying on his right side, legs partially curled underneath him. His head was on the floor. His arms dangled across his body and on the floor. Karofsky's breathing stopped suddenly and he ran the last six steps to Kurt.
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Kurt was aware of a very large and worried presence near him. But he couldn't focus on anything. Kurt had completely disassociated himself from the world and didn't recognize the scared person in front of him. All he could see was red and fear.
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Karofsky took in the damage he could see. Here laid the beautiful, fragile boy Kurt Hummel, broken and semi-conscious. Massive amounts of guilt flooded his brain and made him slightly dizzy. He looked around. They were completely alone. The student parking lot (and escape) was to his left. The gymnasium was to his right, complete with the boys locker room (and one haunting memory) through the gym. An idea took over.
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Kurt suddenly found himself not looking at the floorboards anymore. His world was a jumble of red, a poster for the Cheerios, red again, the ceiling. Then, he felt a hand cradle his head back in position. He saw red again. He tried his best to focus. All he could see was red and a big, black "M."
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Karofsky's only impression at this point was that Kurt needed help. He'd carefully and gingerly scooped up Kurt in his arms, leaving Kurt's satchel and phone on the floor. Turning left takes him out of school and into the real world. Turning right takes him to an empty, emotionless gymnasium and The Locker Room. He knew what he had to do.
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