So as of right now, I am strolling down the halls alongside Warbler Blaine, who came during his lunch hour just to walk me to class. Karofsky turns the corner and spots us walking, and since I am too focused on Blaine, I don't see in time to initiate "Shell Mode," as I like to call it.
"Hey, fruit! Get out of the halls; we might catch your gay."
"What is your problem?! I haven't done anything to you. Absolutely nothing. So tell me why is it that you continue to harass me like I have some sort of incurable disease."
"Kurt, let's just go," Blaine tries to pull me away, but I refuse to leave this alone. I want answers.
Karofsky steps back, but quickly recovers from it and grabs me by the collar of my blazer. He brings his hand back, probably about to hit me, while backing me into a nearby locker.
'Listen here, princess. You do NOT get to speak to me like that. Clear?"
I look him dead in the eye and say, "No, it isn't clear."
Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the nurse's office with Figgins hovering over me and Mr. Shue looking worried as always. I should be scared, but I'm not. I know what happened as soon as I look at the mirror across the room, which has a crying Blaine sitting next to it.
I have a black eye and a bloody nose, and Blaine has ice over his head, which probably means I either got beat up, and he fainted, or we both got our asses kicked. All I can think is, "My dad's going to kill me."
Blaine looks up. "Hey. You're awake!"
"How long was I out?"
Mr. Shue says, "Two hours."
I want to ask Figgins so bad why David hasn't been suspended or expelled yet, but I still need answers, and I intend to get them, one way or another.