Kurt wandered the halls of William McKinley High School, eventually getting to his locker. He put in his combination and opened his locker. The first thing he saw was his picture of Blaine.
Blaine was without a doubt the most beautiful person Kurt had ever seen. With his curly hair, and his hazel eyes, Kurt couldn't help but let his heart race every time he saw him. Sure, they had only met a little while ago, but Kurt knew that Blaine got him, and Kurt got Blaine. Kurt finally found someone who he could relate to.
Kurt was starring at Blaine's picture when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Just then, Kurt was shoved into the row of lockers next to him. The collision sent a sharp pain from his shoulder to his whole body. Kurt slid down the lockers onto the floor, gripping his shoulder. Kurt choked back tears and looked up to see Karofsky glaring down at him.
"Why?" Kurt yelled at him.
"Are you talking to me Homo?" Karofsky spit at him.
"Yes I am. And I'm asking you, what is your problem?" Kurt said just as rudely, standing up while talking.
"I don't have time to speak to Fags." Karofsky said to him, while walking off.
Kurt was so mad that he was seeing red. He brushed the dirt off of his coat and closed his locker.
Courge…
Blaine's voice ran through Kurt's head. In that moment, Kurt turned around and followed Karofsky down the hall. He went into the locker room and Kurt followed him. When Kurt got into the locker room, he immediately saw Karofsky.
"What is your problem?" Kurt yelled, walking straight up to the Neanderthal.
"Excuse me?" Dave asked innocently, as if he had no idea that he had been harassing Kurt since freshmen year.
"What are you so scared of?" Kurt yelled in frustration, getting right up to Karofsky's face.
" Besides you sneaking in here to take a peek at my junk?" Karofsky spit at Kurt.
"Oh yeah, every straight guy's nightmare, that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well guess what ham hock, you're not my type." Kurt yelled at him.
"That right?" Karofsky asked with a twinge of hurt and amusement in his voice, moving closer to Kurt.
"Yeah, I don't deal with chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty." Kurt told him, backing away a bit from Karofsky. He was getting way to close to Kurt for his liking.
"Do not push me Hummel." Karofsky warned Kurt.
"You going to hit me? Do it." Kurt told him, hopefully sounding brave.
"Don't push me!" Karofsky yelled at Kurt, moving closer to him.
"Hit me because it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of my any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!" Kurt yelled at him, standing his ground.
"Get out of my face!" Karofsky yelled at Kurt with a pained expression. He cocked his fist so it was right in front of Kurt's face.
"You're nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are." Kurt told him, wagging his finger right in Karofsky's face.
Dave gave a weird anguished moan and grabbed the sides of Kurt's face. Kurt was so confused and thought that Karofsky was going to head but him. Instead, Dave crushed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt was in shock and could not move he was frozen where he stood. Karofsky took him not moving as a sign to go on, and forced his tongue into Kurt's mouth.
It was then that Kurt pushed on Dave's chest. Karofsky pulled away reluctantly. He looked down at Kurt with such lust. Karofsky leaned down for another kiss, but Kurt pushed him away.
Hurt was written all over Dave's face. The only boy he's ever liked just rejected him. He punched the lockers next to him in frustration and stormed out of the locker room.
Kurt was still in shock and could not move. He looked around the locker room and leaned against the lockers. A tear silently fell down his face. His first kiss had just been stolen. He felt disgusted. A first kiss is supposed to be special. And his first kiss was stolen by someone who made it his job to make Kurt's life hell.
After a little while, Kurt left the locker room and went to glee practice. He could not concentrate on any of the songs they were doing or any of the conversations going on around him.
"Hey. You alright, Kurt?" someone asked, while placing a hand on Kurt's knee.
Kurt looked up to see Sam smiling down at him. Kurt thought of how weird it was that Sam had his hand placed on Kurt's knee.
"I'm just dandy." Kurt said with a smirk. Kurt grabbed Sam's hand and placed it on Sam's leg.
"Oh sorry, that was inappropriate." Sam said blushing. He then stood up and walked over to Quinn.
That was odd, Kurt thought.
Glee practice eventually ended and Kurt finally got into the safety of his home.
"Dad? I'm home." Kurt called taking off his coat. When he took off his bag, he noticed a note of the coffee table.
Hey Kurt,
I went out to dinner and a movie with Carole. Don't wait up.
-Dad
Kurt let out a relived breath. He loved his dad, but he knew that his dad would ask him questions all night when he saw Kurt and how confused, frustrated and sad Kurt was.
Kurt sat down on the couch and finally let all of the events that happened today soak in. When all of today came rushing back to him, he curled up into a ball on the couch. Tears started to flow freely down his face. It didn't take long for Kurt to fall asleep.
Kurt heard his phone go off and reluctantly sat up and fished it out of his pockets. He looked at who was calling and answered.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked in a groggy voice, from having just woken up.
"Hey Kurt!" Blaine said enthusiastically.
"Hi Blaine." Kurt said in a shaky voice.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked. He could read Kurt like a book.
Kurt couldn't hold it in anymore and told Blaine the whole thing. It took about 30 minutes, because Kurt had to stop sometimes because he was crying so hard. Blaine listened patiently the whole time. Finally, after Kurt had finished, Blaine let out a long shaky breath.
"Do you want me to come over?" Blaine asked Kurt with a hopeful voice.
Kurt did want Blaine to come over. More than he'd care to admit. However, he feared that his dad was going to come home soon. He told Blaine about this.
"Okay. Stay strong, sweetheart. Talk to you tomorrow." Blaine said and hung up.
Sweetheart? Kurt asked himself. He was trying not to read too far into it, but it was hard not to.
Kurt took a shower and tried to wash off all of Karofsky off of his mouth. He changed into his PJs and slipped under the covers of his bed. He dreamed of Blaine that night.