Kurt walked through the mall with the explicit purpose of finding a new scarf, hat, and glove combo for Blaine's birthday, planning out what color to choose in his head. The stores he usually bought his clothing gifts at was down for renovations. That's a good thing. More room for more clothes. But now where will I get his present?
He walked with a faster pace as he pondered his predicament in his mind. He walked into a Gap, remembering Blaine's old flame. He was behind the counter, which caused some serious confusion for Kurt. Last he knew, Jeremiah had been fired. Never minding that, as he should, he focused on the gift.
Now that they were officially together, he had to get him something grand. Maybe he should just abandon the scarf idea, it's not very…creative.
Watching the clothing around him, he approached a display table containing some good looking pea coats. Black with grey lining and buttons…almost a great present, but the colors were just…not Blaine. Turning away, he ran straight into a wall.
Not a wall, upon second glance. A person. Looking up, he saw Dave Karofsky glaring down at him.
"What did I tell you, queer? Don't fucking look at me like that. I know you want me, but unfortunately, I'm not a faggot."
Will the reign of terror he poses of my life ever end? I thought it was over after I transferred to a school with zero tolerance, but no such luck. What's the point of it all if Karofsky never tells anyone how he feels about men?
"Leave me alone. Do you think you can just come over and RUN right into me?"
Where did this confidence come from? I never had the guts to talk to him like this before. Blaine's confidence must be rubbing off on me.
"What did you just say to me, faggot?"
"I said, leave me alone."
"Or what? You'll make me queer?"
"You already do a bang up job of that yourself," I smugly told him. His face got red and turned even uglier and more terrifying than before.
He fisted my shirt up, yanking me up by my collar. "Say that again and I will kill you. I have no problem with it. Too bad you're little gay friend isn't here for you to run to."
His eyes were cold, pinpoints within irises of blackness. He was dead serious, he was so afraid of it getting out that he was homosexual.
"HEY HEY HEY!" I look away to see Jeremiah jumping over the counter and running at Dave full speed, head down, full charge ahead. "PUT HIM DOWN!" He ran headfirst into Karofsky's side. He might as well have run into a wall.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave the vicinity. The security guards are on their way in."
Dave looked at me. "You'd better remember what I said. Next time I see you, you'd better hope you're not alone."
He exited with as much grace as a wounded, screaming duck would have.
"I thought you were fired."
"I only said that because I couldn't have Blaine hitting on me anymore." He looked ashamed. "I could get arrested for it."
"I see."
"So what…are you two dating now?" He inquired.
"Yeah. Well, it's been a long time coming for me."
He smiled at me. "I know. I saw in your eyes how relieved you were that his feelings weren't reciprocated by me."
"Yeah…selfish, but true." I looked at him for a moment. "Nice vocabulary, too."
"Thanks. Last time he was in here, albeit a while ago, he was eyeing this right here." He pointed to the jacket I had been admiring before Karofsky interrupted.
"Really? I was just thinking how good it would look on him. I'm looking for a birthday present for him, too. Thanks."
I purchased the shirt, not revealing how shaken I was by Dave's newest appearance and threat I really was.
Except for maybe once, when I spaced out thinking of all the ways Dave could get away with my murder. I spaced out and Jeremiah looked at me worriedly. "You sure you're okay, man?
"Just fine."
I left the store.
