Dave
'You can do this Dave,' I thought to myself. 'What's the worst that could happen?'
This didn't help. I thought of all the possible outcomes of my forthcoming activity and almost turned back around. Then I saw him. Kurt Hummel, standing in all his glory by his locker, sorting through his text books with pale porcelain fingers. I immediately continued towards him, thinking about how to get his attention.
When I reached him, I settled with 'Oi, Fancy' to get his attention. I saw him suddenly tense at my voice, as if bracing himself for something. He turned on his heels and looked up at me. I noticed him biting his lip nervously.
Crap! He thought I was gonna hit him or something!
'Er, Kurt. I was wondering if I could talk to you..' I hesitated, peering around the hallway before continueing. 'Somewhere more... private?'
Kurt seemed shocked at my request and muttered 'Is this a trick?' I couldn't help but laugh at how cute he was. I shook my head vigourously.
'No no no, the guys are in practise, I only managed to get out cause I told Coach Beiste that I didn't feel very well. You don't have to, I was just kind of hoping I could …' I paused, thinking of how to phrase it. 'Get your advice?'
'Hmm, fine,' Kurt muttered glaring at me suspicously, and started walking down the hall, beckoning for me to follow. I couldn't stop myself from watching him strutting like a model in his skinny jeans. How did he manage to always look good?
Kurt stopped at a door, checking to see if anybody was inside and then waltzed in. I followed him, noting his choice of room. The choir room, private enough to be left alone but not so private that if I attacked him he wouldn't be able to get help.
He folded out a chair and took a seat on it, gesturing for me to do the same. I did and moved up next to him. I looked down at my hands that were clenched on my lap, the sudden realisation of what was about to happen setting in.
'You're probably wondering why I asked to talk to you,' I started, glancing up to notice Kurt's agreeing nod. 'Well, I needed to talk to someone and I knew you wouldn't judge.. well I hope you won't judge. I've heard stuff about you and from what I've heard you're very trustworthy, but you have so much on me that you could probably go and tell the entire school what I'm about to tell you. Anyway...' I let out a sigh and looked up at Kurt. Curiosity was present in his expression.
'Go on Karofsky...' Kurt mumbled. I could feel a layer of tears glazing my eyes, but I furiously blinked them away.
'Man up, Karofsky,' I thought to myself. 'It's just Kurt, he'll understand, he'll help.
Finally I took a final sigh and stuttered 'I..I-I'm g-gay.'
Kurt
'I...I-I'm g-gay.'
I stared at Karofsky, shock most likely visible on my face. David freakin' Karofsky, the big bulky bully who's only intentions appeared to be making my life hell had just come out to me and was now sat there, a few tears shimmering on his face.
'Are you serious?' was my first reaction and Karofsky nodded, waiting for me to give a further response.
'But... you hate me being … you've always bullied me for being...' I stammered, not being able to say much else. Karofsky winced a bit at my words.
'I... I know, I'm really sorry Kurt, I just saw you everyday and I hated how I couldn't be like you, out and proud and not caring who knew. No one judges you for being gay, but they'd judge me. Can you imagine? The only gay, bully/football player. I'd be a laughing stock! I guess I kind of took my problems out on you, just because you were there. It wasn't anything personal, it's just because you were the only gay guy I knew, and you were there, making me hate myself. I'm really sorry..' he blurted. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
'Karofsky... First of all, thankyou. For telling me and for apologising. I'll support you, if you stop being a complete asshole to me of course. I understand about keeping your image up and all that but you can do that in other ways than shoving me into lockers. Second of all, does anybody else know?' Karofsky shook his head, shifting his weight slightly. 'Your parents? Any friends, siblings?' He shook his head again.
'No way. My parents are super religious. They'd probably tell me that I'm going to burn in hell or something. If I told the guys then they'd seriously kick my ass! And I have a sister, but she kind of goes by whatever mum and dad go by. Anyway, she wouldn't understand,' Karofsky explained, tears glazing his eyes again.
'Maybe you should just speak to them. Surely they'd choose their son over their religion? Maybe you're right about your team, but you could perhaps tell your sister. I don't want to force you to tell anyone but I'm suggesting it. If you don't want to tell them still then that's okay. You can always talk to me about anything. Just no more locker shoves, alright?'
He smiled. 'Thanks Kurt. Erm... does this mean you're not going to go and tell everyone? I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you did.' His voice sounded nervous, but I gave him a reasurring smile.
'No, I don't believe in outing people. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to do.'
The bell rang out in the hall and I could hear the sound of students rushing to their class.
'We should probably go,' I suggested. 'Give me your phone.'
He handed it over hesitantly, and I immediately flipped it up and typed in my number. I passed it back and he looked at what I'd done.
'In case you need to talk,' I explained. 'Just text or call or whatever.'
He smiled and nodded. 'Thanks a lot Kurt. Everyone's right about you, you really are great.'
Dave
I gave him a smile and stood up, left the choir room and headed to my English class.
Kurt really was great. I looked down at my phone and saved his number as 'Fancy', smiling at myself. Wow. I had Kurt's number. 'Text or call or whatever.' That made my smile turn goofy.
'What's that smile all about Karofsky? Thought you were meant to be sick?' Az's voice boomed down the hallway.
'Oh nothing, I feel much better now,' I muttered vaguely and forced myself into a more serious face, but inside I was still smiling.