Just a short one-shot. I wasn't originally going to write this up, but the plot bunny had me by the ears and wasn't letting go. I'm not planning on continuing this story, but if anyone else wants to use the idea feel free.
This couldn't be happening. David Karofsky was lumbering awkwardly through the halls of McKinley wrapped up in his own thoughts when he almost walked into Kurt Hummel. Prissy Kurt Hummel with his fancy scarves and his Mike Jacobs designer handbag.
At the sight Karofsky was hit with a heady tonic of emotions: anger, disgust, resentment, guilt and self-loathing. He reached out and shoved the boy forcefully into the lockers, which made a metallic crunch on impact. The smaller boy's limbs flailed slightly as he fell, like an insect that had been dislodged from a wall before landing and curling in on itself.
For a brief moment after doing a locker check he did feel a little bit better, before he suddenly felt a million times worse. So of course he had kept doing it.
"You know Einstein said insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Karofsky had wandered through a set of open doors and emerged into what looked like a study or old-fashioned library. Opposite him, seated at a wooden table, sat looking smug.
"Why the hell did you send me here?" demanded a now adult David Karofsky.
leaned forwards as if to deliver an important speech. "David, when I offered you therapy you gave me a long list of things about your life you wanted to chang: the alcoholism, dropping out of college; but you didn't mention high school, which seemed strange considering some of the things you've gotten up to. Normally I'd do the whole 'give you vague clues until you learn a moral lesson to apply to your present-day life' but since you're being uncooperative I think I'm going to have to spell it out for you. There are some things about yourself that you can change and some things you can't, and until you learn that we won't be able to continue your therapy. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
Karofsky didn't care. His hands were almost shaking with anger. "I do not want to see that fairy ever again, don't you understand. KURT HUMMEL RUINED MY LIFE." Without another word he stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him.