I see nothing in your eyes,
Kurt walked down the hallways, ducking the groups of jocks and cheerios that clogged the corridors. He tightened his grip on his bag, wary of having it torn from his grasp and scattered across the school.
"Homo."
That was the only warning he got before he was slammed into the locker, a burly hand holding him by the shoulder to the dull metal.
Kurt opened his mouth, ready to fire off a cutting remark-
And Karofsky was in his face, his eyes inches from his own.
And the more I see the less I like
"What did you say?" the jock growled, gathering a fistful of Kurts designer jacket and tugging him closer.
Kurt, resigned, squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself.
Is it over yet?
In my head?
Dave didn't know what to feel when Hommel sagged back against the locker with his eyes shut tight and his lips pressed together so hard they went white.
What the hell was he doing? Was this some homo thing-
I know nothing of your kind
-that he had never been filled in on?
And I won't reveal your evil mind
Kurt cracked an eye open, amazed that the depraved Neanderthal hadn't punched his face in yet.
Is it over yet?
Oh. Dave blinked, letting his grip on Hommel's jacket relax. That was fear. Then why did it hurt that it was Kurt that looked at him that way?
He bullied on others to make himself feel better. So why did he feel…worse?
Turning on his heel, he squared his shoulders and marched away, leaving an un-humiliated Homel behind.
I can't win
"HEY!"
No! Nonononooonono. Kurt is not supposed to follow. He is supposed to stay in his little section of David's life and stay. He is the drug, the self medication that gets David through everyday.
"I'm talking to you!" Kurt's voice is harsh with indignation and emotion and hatred.
Hate is good. Dave can handle that. He wants that. Because anything is better than indifference.
So sacrifice yourself
And let me have what's left
Kurt is yelling and he keeps on pushing and pushing-
I know that I can find
A fire in your eyes
-and Dave knows he's going to do something stupid if Kurt doesn't get out of his face and out of the locker room and get back into his social niche where no one cares if he likes other guys.
"-well guess what ham hock? You're not my type."
"That right?" and Dave has to try to inject just the right amount of disdain and contempt because Lord knows what would happen if this gay knew how much Dave's sanity rested on his humiliation and his acknowledgement everyday.
I'm going all the way
Get away, please
"Yeah. I don't go for chubby guys who sweat too much and will be bald before they're thirty!"
"Don't push me!" David roared, brandishing his fist. You're too close, you're in my space. Get out, get out, get out!
You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be
Kurt was right there, and he was in Dave's face and flushed with rage and those weird skips in his gut whenever he would press Kurt against the lockers came back with a vengence.
"You gonna hit me?"Kurt chin was high and defiant. "Do it."
You've gotta fight just to make it through
"You wanna hit me? 'Cause it's not going to change who I am! You can hit me all you want but you can't punch the gay out of me that same way I can't punch the ignoramus out of you-"
Cause I will be the death of you
"GET OUT OF MY FACE!"
This will be all over soon
"You're just a scared little boy who can't take how extraordinarily ordinary he is-"
Pour the salt into the open wound
Is it over yet?
Let me in
With a despairing moan, Dave grabbed Kurt and pressed him to his lips. It was everything he had denied to himself and everything he hadn't wanted to admit. He could be throwing away everything he had centered his life on. His friends- his family- everything.
I'm going all the way
Get away, please
And then he was pushed away and the stark horror on Kurts face brought him down to earth and he ran, because that was all he was good for.
Cause I will be the death of you