Okay, so I know my writing isn't the best but I usually just hate it when fanfics spend a lot of time on certain things and don't get straight to the point. Haha.
Thanks for the awesome reviews for the first chapter. Hopefully this one doesn't disappoint.
Chapter 2
Change Your Mind
"What?" Kurt asked bluntly, not sure if he heard correctly.
"Oh, shit. I didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry, dude…I mean…I do but…God I'm so stupid," Karofsky blubbered, shaking his head.
"It's okay…it just took me off guard….but it's just….I don't feel the same way about you. You treated me like shit, Karofsky. You ruined my clothes on many occasions. Those close cost more than your house and car combined. You threw me in dumpsters. You humiliated me in front of everyone. You even threatened to beat me up for being gay. Had Finn not stopped you, you would've done it to!"
Kurt watched Karofsky shake his head slightly, turn away and start walking home. He wanted to say something else, but he was sure anything else he would say would be something he'd regret. He leaned against the jungle gym and watched the shadowy figure of his former tormentor slink away into the darkness. Sighing, he turned and headed back to his house.
Once inside, he pulled out his phone and laid on the bed.
"Hey…I'm sorry about flipping out on you. I was just…taken aback by your sincerity and everything."
He closed his eyes, thinking—hoping, actually HOPING—that Karofsky would text back. Ten minutes later, the response finally came.
"K."
Great, I really screwed it up, he thought. But why the hell do I care…?
He couldn't figure it out so he texted Karofsky back with the only thing he could think of.
"Do I need to bring an extra set of clothes tomorrow? What flavor will it be?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Please don't be mad…you HAVE to see where I'm coming from…"
Twenty minutes passed this time before Karofsky's answer came.
"I do, but will you just give me a chance. One date. It will have to be secret though…"
"Karofsky…I…I don't know."
"Call me Dave…Just one date…then we can see…"
Kurt laid his phone down, sighing heavily. He wasn't sure what to do or say or anything. Picking his phone back up, he reread the message a few times. One date…it's only one date… but this is…Karofsky—I mean Dave-… He grabbed the nearest pillow and held it over his mouth and let out a frustrated scream. Ten minutes later, he finally calmed down enough to text him back. Hands shaking, he typed out "Fine. One date. Where are you taking me?"
"Breadsticks? Olive Garden? Red Lobster? You name it. You don't know how happy you made me, Kurt. "
"See you at 8 tomorrow night. Don't be late or you'll be sorry."
"I won't! See you tomorrow. Night, Kurt."
"Goodnight, Dave."
What the fuck did I just get myself into?
