The Monday that the New Directions assembled in the choir room was the same as any other Monday. Rachel was the first to arrive, shortly followed by Kurt and Mercedes who were discussing the latest project runway. Finn and Puck wandered in next with Blaine in the middle, tossing the football between them. Tina and Mike came in and sat that the back, with Tina practically in Mikes lap. Artie wheeled in and gave a fancy wheelie before reversing into his usual spot. Santana and Britney coming just as the late bell rang, plonking themselves in the middle of the middle row, their normal seats. The only difference to this otherwise ordinary day was the fact that a name had been written on the white board before Mr Shue had even arrived. The words were a name. A name that read David Karofosky. Other than a few raised eyebrows at the name, nothing was mentioned. And it was completely forgotten about when Shue finally arrived and rubbed it off to replace it with the topic of the week.
The Monday had all been forgotten until the Friday of the same week. Shue came in on time for once with a white face.
'Mr Shue, whats wrong?' Mercedes asked, worried that the normally cool teacher looked like he was going to collapse.
Instead of speaking he just opened the newspaper that he was holding. A few pages in it folded it back then passed it to the nearest member to pass along the line. As each member read it their faces too fell. It reached the end of the line, Puck read the article out to the stunned group.
Yesterday, student of McKinley High School David Karofosky was found dead in a rooftop botanical garden. David, aged 17 had been tied to a beehive which had been slathered in honey. Although cause of death is yet to be verified, it appears that David had a severe allergic reaction after being stung by the hoard of angry bees. Police are currently looking for witnesses as they believe that David was brought and tied against his will and the bees deliberately provoked...' The article continued to talk about the latest craze of keeping bees on city rooftops.
A broken sob cut through the silence. Blaine his arms around a tearful Kurt. Everyone knew that although lightened, Karofosky had continued to bully the pair.
Blaine himself couldn't be sure that his boyfriend was crying with relief or sorrow for the bully. It was one of the many reasons why he loved Kurt, he had such a big heart, and he could forgive any one for almost anything.
Finn and Puck themselves were trying to figure out who could have done this. Only they and Coach Beiste knew of Karofosky's allergy due to them having to call an ambulance once before when he had been stung by a Honey Bee. Also, who could have taken Karofosky against his will? He wasn't exactly a small guy. It could have been one of the other footballers, but why would they? He was one of their best line breakers the team had had in recent times. He also led, much to Finn and Pucks' disgust the weekly 'Fag bashing'. They tried to prevent the worst of the attacks but were often unsuccessful.
The best Puck could think of was that there was another closeted footballer who had tried to take matters into their own hands. But that would have to be one of the footballers who didn't take part in the 'Fag bashing'. But the only ones who didn't were himself, Finn and Mike. He knew for certain that he hadn't done it, and Mike was spending every day after class with Finn, trying to improve the boys dance moves.
Kurt himself allowed a suitable amount of time to pass before he stopped the tears. It wouldn't do to cry too much for his bully, people would start to question if there was something going on between the two behind the scenes. Plus he was happily reliving the memories of Wednesday night, the night that had felt so good. The night when he was truly himself for the first time in years.
'Kurt managed to break himself free from Blaine's tight grasp. God did he love the boy, but he was so clingy after sex. But Kurt had in all fairness made Blaine ride him rather hard. He wouldn't be surprised if his lover was limping at school all day tomorrow. It would sure show the jocks that the 'fairy couple' were going stronger than ever.
And speaking of jocks, he had a little problem that he needed to sort out. He had been planning this night for months. And phase 1 was complete. Knacker Blaine out with extreme amounts of sex. The next phase would be to corner Karofosky. Kurt sent a text off to the number that he had swiped a few weeks ago, demanding that the boy meet him on the roof top garden in town. Kurt was relying on the fact that the boys curiosity would lure him there and that he would go alone. The text had implied that he knew of Karofosky's sexuality, with any luck that would deter any company.
He arrived a few minutes before the scheduled meeting time. He produced a jar of honey from his backpack and proceeded to slather the large beehive in the substance. He wasn't worried about being stung, this late at night they would all be asleep; he actually paid attention in class. After this he climbed on top of the roof door, ready to pounce on Karofosky when he arrived.
As soon as Kurt heard footsteps echoing up the stair case he steadied and then leapt onto the shoulders of the larger boy, the force bringing him to his knees. Kurt tied a gag around Karofosky's mouth before hitting the boy across the back with a hammer. He then proceeded to break both Karofosky's legs and tied the boys' wrists together. Phase 2 was complete. Phase 3, and Kurt's favourite was about to begin. He dragged the unconscious lump in front of the beehive and sat him up against it, slathering him too in the sticky substance. The larger boy was quick to awaken, and tried in vain to free himself from his bonds, but when he saw Kurt, he froze.
'So, finally awake? Too be honest I didn't expect you to pass out at all. What with being a 'tough man'. A tough man who is so closeted he could be in fucking Narnia! Tell me Karofosky. If you're in Narnia, what am I?'
Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself. If he lost control then he could be caught. He had to stay calm, no matter how good this felt.
'But no matter, I've got to hurry. I've got a boyfriend that I literally shagged into unconsciousness waiting for me. Tomorrow, everyone's going to know exactly what we did last night, but you won't be there to see it. But now if just sounding all cliché, so I'm just going to release my little surprise, then be on my way.'
Kurt moved forwards with the hammer, and lent over the larger boy to whisper in his ear. 'I want to hear you scream like a lady'. Kurt then smashed the hammer into the side of the beehive, waking them up and making them angry before moving back. He then walked down the steps to get into his car. Before he started his engine he rolled down his windows so he could hear the screams breaking the night air.