It was a cold afternoon in early February. The sky was grey and the air misty, Kurt couldn't help but notice the frost lingering around, he had the heating in his SUV turned up on full while he waited in the McKinley car park for Mercedes, he'd left his doors unlocked knowing that Mercedes would finish soon, and as much as it terrified him being so close to the place that was cause of all his anguish, his pain and torment, this was still kind of like home to him, where he belonged, where his friends were, his true friends. He could never lie, he really had settled into Dalton, it had a much more welcoming atmosphere, much more accepting people and the classes were so much better yet he couldn't help but miss his friends, and that was exactly why he was there. He saw Rachel walk past his car, she didn't even notice it was him, she was too pre-occupied, she had her headphones in and was wearing that over confident smile of hers, she was clearly learning the next solo that she would propose to the glee club she could sing at regional's which were only two months away. Kurt scoffed and smiled to himself, he loved Rachel, not so much for her arrogance or her demanding attitude, but more for her talent and nobody could deny she had an endless supply of that. He was still wearing his Gucci shades, okay it wasn't summer, but he was trying to keep low-key. To avoid the nightmare that drove him out of WMHS and away from his friends.
Kurt sighed, fair enough he was 35 minutes early, but he'd been sitting here for fifteen minutes and Mercedes said she would find a way to get out of English class early, so that they could get to the mall and shop to their hearts content. He reached for his phone to send her another text message reminding her that he was bored out of his over-intellectual and dramatic mind.
Another five minutes had passed and he'd closed his eyes and lent back in his seat, mulling over the events of the past months. His new life at Dalton was just as bad as McKinley but for different reasons. He felt himself nodding off but didn't really mind, he was exhausted, he'd had no free periods that week because of the relentless duet rehearsals he'd been doing with Blaine in preparation for Regional's.
He heard the passenger door handle being pulled. "Oh about time, he said without looking, I've been sitting here for ages. Thought you were gonna get out early?" Kurt rambled, not moaning, but not exactly happy that he'd waited so long either. "I never said I was getting out early, Hummel." replied the voice at his passenger door. Kurt froze, eyes wide behind his beautiful designer shades, his body shuddered and he gasped for breath, feeling winded even though he hadn't been touched. He knew that voice too well, and it certainly wasn't the voice of Mercedes, it was gruff, masculine and sardonic. It was Karofsky. Kurt tried to find the words in his head, something to say, something to retort, maybe even stifle a scream but his mouth just kept opening and closing, his eyes fixed on the dash in front of him, he didn't want to look, he didn't dare look. "Cat got your tongue?" Karofsky snorted in a sarcastic tone that sent fear cascading through Kurt's body. "W-what do you w-want, Karofsky?" Kurt finally managed, still not daring to look at the boy who made his life such a misery. He felt the heavy figure climb into his car and sit next to him; he heard the door close and a heavy intake of breath. His heart skipped a few beats, his hand trembled on the wheel, and he didn't know what to do.
Karofsky spoke, but this time his voice was much softer, much friendlier: "I needed to see you Kurt, I just needed to see your face, hear your voice, touch y-" a hand was moving toward his leg, slowly, but with definite intention. "Keep your hands away from me!" the smaller boy barked with as much courage and conviction as he could possibly muster, so much so that Karofsky jumped in shock, taken aback at the sudden outburst. "Please, just leave me alone..." Kurt trailed off, his pleading failing him as he looked to his right, to see those lustful eyes of Dave Karofsky, The Fury, his tormentor, his, his stalker. The last one was probably the most significant, he'd been getting texts for weeks now, and he'd seen the boys Jeep parked outside his house in the mornings when he'd leave for Westerville, to make the hour trip up to Dalton. The jeep would sometimes follow him, but give up not long after he left the Lima city border. Kurt glanced away, anything not to look in Karofsky's eyes, his eyes fell on his wing mirror and as if by luck he could see Kurt and puck, standing chatting no more than ten metres, he went to grab the door handle, and open his mouth to scream. Both movements completely futile as in one quick swoop one of Karofsky's hands was over his mouth and his movement was blocked by masculine knees placed either side of him. Kurt didn't know what scared him most, the fact that Karofsky was on top of him, or that pleading look in the older boys eyes. "Please Kurt, here me out." His voice was pleading with Kurt and it completely re-iterated the look in his eyes. Kurt thought what he was about to do was crazy, but he nodded none the less. Karofsky removed the hand from his mouth and shuffled back to his own seat. "Drive." He commanded and Kurt was in no position to disobey, so he turned the key in the ignition and drove forward, towards Gaga-knows-where.