Story: Can't Fight This Feeling

Chapter: Don't Stand So Close To Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, Glee wouldn't be allowed on television.

Author's Note: Hi guys. Even though I don't have any readers yet, I am posting another chapter. I realize these chapters are short, I am having a little bit of writer's block. But you can probably expect great things from these simple chapters. I need to at least write enough to qualify for a beta. Again, sorry if Kurt is out of character or the writing style's a little muddled.

Kurt's POV

I ran into the dark solitude of the janitor's closet, my mind reeling with confusion. What just happened? I tried to remember all that had occured..

I had just walked into school, and turned the corner to access my locker. Suddenly, a blindfold was wrapped around my eyes, and I felt 3 pairs of strong hands grab my torso and drag me away. I started panicking, and opened my mouth to scream.

The jocks are cruel and torturing, but they would never kidnap me. They want me to be afraid, so they let me see their faces. Something isn't right, I'm not safe..

I felt a large hand cover my mouth. It was warm, and I breathed in.

There were the usual scents: sweat, polyester.. the trademark of a jock. But then I began smelling more..

Axe spray-on deoderant (obviously of my silencer).. cayenne pepper (who in the world smells of CAYENNE PEPPER, of all things?).. and.. is that what i I think I smell? Grape slushie?

My train of thought was interrupted, however, when the blindfold covering my eyes was removed.

I opened my eyes and blinked. The room we were in was pitch black. I raised my hand to try to feel my way out of the small room, which was most likely one of McKinley's many closets. My hands grasped a cotton t-shirt. I drew my hands back. Cotton is too cheap for my manicured nails to touch.

A deep voice growled.

"Don't get too grabby yet, babe. The fun hasn't even started."

I felt my eyes go wide. The voice belonged to Noah Puckerman.

I smelled my hand. Axe deoderant. So Noah was the one who had grabbed me.

I felt a hand grope my butt. It was strong, and far too rough. I pulled away. The hands slammed me into the wall. I whimpered.

"Don't you dare. You're not going anywhere." Karofsky said. Cayenne filled my nasal cavity.

"Dude, Karofsky. Back off." Finn?! So he was the grape slushied one. It made sense. He wasn't exactly popular these days. I felt light kisses on my neck. "She's just a little scared.." She?!

They thought I was a girl, I realized. They must have just dragged a random person in here.. unfortunately, I was the random person.

Maybe not unfortunate.. I thought longingly as Finn continued kissing my neck. I moaned slightly. Puck began kissing the other side.

All of a sudden, I felt Puck pull away hastily. I heard him turn around. The next sound that filled my ears was that of bone breaking.

The door opened suddenly, and I looked out. Karofsky was sprawled out on the floor outside the closet.

Even though a puddle of blood was forming on the floor, his attention was drawn to me. He stared, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you should look twice to see just who you're grabbing next time, you idiot!" Puck roared.

Karofsky jumped up and attempted to get Puck's attention before the door slammed shut and the room returned to darkness. I heard Karofsky's unintelligible yells outside.

Eventually they stopped, and Puck returned to my side.

"S'okay, babe. Now it's just the three of us."

Even though I was being pleasured beyond my wildest dreams, I resisted the urge to continue and pushed both of them off roughly, turning on the light.

They stood, dazed for a little while. Then I watched as Puck and Finn's eyes grew wide. They looked at each other, and returned their eyes reluctantly to me.

We stood for a long moment like that, silence stilling the air. I broke it without regret.

"What. The. HELL WAS THAT?" I roared in my uncontrollable rage. Finn's eyes drifted to the floor and back. Puck stood there like he was a kindergartener who was being scolded for putting gum in someone's hair: otherwise known as the "guilty as hell" look.

"Nothing? Good." I opened the door, and walked out, brooding.

Soon, however, the adrenaline wore off, and I realized I had no idea what I'd been doing for the last fifteen minutes.

I began to hyperventilate slightly, and felt my eyes watering. I ran down the hallway, and made for the first closet I saw.