Hi! this is my first story, and i havent proofread it or anything...It wont be a one shot, and i just ADORE the Kurtofsky pairing, its so unpredictable! please R&R so i know what you enjoy, can fix mistakes/errors or so i can help fill you in on ideas/plot! THANKS! and please enjoy!
He stared appraisingly at the photo stuck to the inside of his locker, the books for his next class momentarily forgotten. The boy in the image was beautiful, with his smooth skin and perfectly styled hair.
A strong hand clamped down on his shoulder, pulling him out of his dream state as he hurriedly slammed his locker shut. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the voice growled, but before the strong jock, whose hand was still firmly clamped on his shoulder, could say something more, the other boy bolted from his grip and moved quickly down the hallway.
His shoes slapped against the laminated floors of McKinley High School as he dodged through the teens swarming in the hall, the bell for class ringing shrilly. As he darted through the crowd he saw a single figure turning into an alcove a few metres away. Veering off his path he pushes through the crowd to slam into the alcove.
His chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath, his body blocking the narrow entrance to the alcove. He watched as the other person's expression turned to shock, confusion and then finally anger, before he growled "We need to talk, Kurt".
It had been less than a week since the kiss, only a few days since he had threatened to kill Kurt, and only a few minutes since he had trapped him in the alcove.
They had waited until the hallways had emptied, not that Kurt had a choice as Karofsky was blocking the escape and kept a fierce glare trained on the smaller boy. Kurt had then been forcefully dragged into an empty classroom, Karofsky's large hand clamped around his slender arm.
"What do you want Karofsky?" Kurt was sitting on the teachers' desk, legs crossed at the knees, while Karofsky was leaning menacingly against the door. For a second the jock seemed shocked, his eyes glazed over slightly and his shoulders slumped, before a jolt ran through his body and he drew back up to his full intimidating presence.
"Most of the hockey team plans on beating you up today after school, and that Blaine guy you keep hanging out with." Kurt stared in shock, surprised that his ultimate bully was potentially saving not only him, but also his new Marc Jacobs jumper.
"Why are you telling me?" he mumbled glancing up, gaze locking with Karofsky, from under his long eyelashes.
"You already know why, Hummel." The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. Dave darted out the door; he couldn't stay in there with Kurt anymore. He was giving him urges. He wanted, needed, to touch the smaller boy and feel his soft pink lips beneath his or Kurt's silky hair beneath in his fingers. "What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?" Dave growled, slamming his fist against the nearest locker.
"Yeah dude, what are you doing? I see a picture of the fag in your locker, and then you run away like some freaked out pansy? Not cool dude.", Azimio butted in, his voice reverberating off the walls and grinding in Dave's mind, "You a fairy now?". Momentarily Dave fumbled for an excuse, secretly wishing he could just tell him the truth, that he wouldn't be afraid of everybody finding out, before he came up with a crap excuse.
"That picture makes me angry, easier to beat up the geeks that way." Azimio, sadly, believed his pathetic excuse. Once again Dave wasn't in any danger of having his secret revealed, and for a second Dave wondered why this made him feel disappointed.
Kurt was still in the classroom, staring confusedly at the wall were Karofsky once was. Of course he knew why Karofsky had helped him, but it didn't make it any less confusing. Karofsky liked him, and for a moment Kurt wondered why this didn't disgust him. His thoughts of the jock were soon dispelled however when he received a text from Blaine, asking to meet him ten minutes earlier so they could go get a coffee together. Ten minutes earlier meant ditching his last class early, but it also meant avoiding the hockey team jocks. Satisfied, Kurt left happily to go meet his perfect friend and his small confrontation with Karofsky once again undermined.
This was the start, though neither Kurt nor Dave knew it then, of something that nobody was ready for.