Chapter 1

Dave waited impatiently by at the locker for his target. Class was starting soon and though he didn't like the class, he knew that if he didn't go he wouldn't get the extra credit, and there would be a chance he could be kicked off the football team. To pass the time he fiddled with his letterman jacket, first picking at the patches, and then pulling on loose threads. Where was his target?

"Hey man, whatchu doing over here?" asked Azimio, Dave's best friend. Dave shrugged and put on his hardest face, the face he used to terrify people. Making a wall between him and Azimio.

"Waiting" he answered.

"For what?" This time Dave didn't answer, he just keeps his eyes focused on the hallway in front of him. He was sure any minute now his target would come strutting down the hall the way they always did and he would make his move. He would show how strong and manly he was.

"Excuse me..." asked a freshman girl, standing behind Azimio impatiently.

"What do you want?" Dave growled, flexing his biceps and glowering at her.

"You-you-you're standing in front of my locker s-sir. C-can I please put my stuff i-in it?" The little girl trembled all over with fear of what the mega jock would do to her if she upset him. David Karofsky had a reputation for not caring about who he beat up, and for what reason he did.

"This is your locker?"

"Come on man, she says it's her locker, let's get the hell out of here and get to class."

"Y-yes" Dave pondered this. No, this had to be the target's locker. He had been coming here every day for at least a year to show them the error of their ways. He couldn't have screwed this up this had to be...

"Whatever, come man let's go" Dave hit Azimio's arm and started walking down the hall towards his class, not bothering to apologise to the freshman.

"What was that all about dude?" Azimio asked, hurrying to catch up with him.

"Nothing" but it wasn't nothing; Dave felt anger building up inside him, the kind of anger that made his whole body numb. The kind that made him scream on the inside. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, ignoring the grumbles of students behind him, and gave Azimio an ugly grin. "How 'bout we have some fun?"

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Mirroring Dave's expression.

"I'm thinking, it's about time we show the Hockey team that we're still tough. I think it's time to slushie some Glee kids."

"Hold up, now I'd love a good slushie toss, same as you...but you know Beiste would kill us. I mean after the last game she was all, you know, happy that we weren't trying to kill each other. Anyway, they aren't that bad, they're..."

"A bunch of faggots. You know it. Wearing makeup and dresses. It's ridiculous. Yeah that zombie thing was kind of cool, but they're still a bunch of pussies and freaks." Hitting Azimio in the arm "Or are you saying you're one of them. Hey Az, you saying you're one of those homos too?"

"I ain't no homo! You know that. I just don't see the point. They aren't doing anything weird, or gay." Dave put his face as close as he could to Azimio's.

"They are weird just by existing; it isn't normal what they do. I say we slush them." Looking hard at Dave, Azimio agrees.

"Who do we tag, how 'bout Finn man."

"No, I say we slime that blonde fairy Sam."

"When?"

"Now."

Shoulder to shoulder they walked down the hallway, feeling the urge to release some of his anger; Dave slammed a passerby into a locker and sneered. He could feel the anger inside him trickling away but not leaving, and he could feel a warm sensation of victory. But deep in the middle of all these feelings, he felt a hole, where his target, his Kurt, was missing.