Part II

Kurt opened his eyes in shock. "No?" He watched Karofsky cross the room, keeping his back to Kurt. "Haven't you dreamed about this? Fucking me into your bed? Don't you want me?"

Karofsky glanced over his shoulder and sighed. "No Kurt, I haven't dreamed of fucking you into my bed." He spoke so softly that Kurt almost didn't hear him. But when he did he closed his eyes against the pain. Nobody wanted him. He opened his eyes again when he heard Karofsky continue a little louder.

"I've fantasized about having sex with you," he admitted, shaking his head, "But I've dreamed of just being close to you." He finally turned around, a look of pain on his face. "But I can't have that, Kurt, because I've fucked up way too badly."

Kurt sat up. It was a little weird, being half dressed, but he pulled his knees to his chest to hide himself. "I'm confused. Do you think I'm sexy or not?"

Karofsky sighed, as if he was talking to a child that was a little slower than normal. "That's why you're here isn't it? That Blaine kid rejected you, so you came to me to so you could feel better about yourself?"

Kurt shrugged. Technically that was true, but something in the bully's tone made him wonder about its actual meaning. "Blaine thinks I'm cute, and can be accidentally hot, but he wouldn't say out right that I was sexy."

Nodding, Karofsky stood with his arms open. "Well, take your fill, Hummel. Because compared to me you're as sexy as hell. When you're finished you can leave. I'm not going to fuck you just so you can prove a point to Blaine."

Kurt's eyes widened. "What?" He started to stand, but remembering that his pants were open – and he was surprisingly hard, despite the conversation – he sat back. "Karofsky, that's not why I came. I came because I thought having sex would make me feel wanted and sexy. I came to you because you're the only other gay guy I know. I did not come because I thought I would feel sexy compared to you."

"Well, after what you told me before I kinda find that hard to believe." Karofsky turned away again and started picking up random clothes, apparently wanting something to do, and the actions calmed him down. "I'm still not going to have sex with you. Your reasons for it and mine don't agree, and until they do, I'm not going to touch you."

Kurt closed his eyes, anger boiling in his blood and taking care of his erection. While Karofsky's back was turned he stood and zipped up. "So what you're saying, is that you won't have sex with me unless I agree to be your boyfriend? Well, guess what, that's not going to happen. You threatened my life, Karofsky! Do you really expect me to want to go out with you?"

Karofsky, his back still to Kurt, fell into the wall as if he'd been hit from behind. Kurt saw the defeat only seconds before it turned to rage. Slamming an open hand onto the wall, Dave turned and Kurt gasped at the sight of tears on his face. Those tears were the only things that kept Kurt from running in fear of that anger.

"God damn it, Hummel! Don't you get it?" he yelled. "Yes I like you. But I know the shit I put you through. I know what you really think of me. And I know, that no matter how much I dream, I will never truly have you. But if you gave me a second chance?" Karofsky's voice started to weaken on the last part, and even after a deep, shaky breath, his next words were a hoarse whisper as tears flowed freely down his cheeks. "I love you, Kurt Hummel, and I would do anything for a second chance."


Kurt fell back onto the bed. Wow… that was… WOW! That was one hell of a declaration of love. He stared at the floor, letting Dave wipe the tears off his face and compose himself. What now? He couldn't just leave, not after that. What could he say? Kurt took a deep breath and looked up, only to find himself in an empty room. Well fuck.

After waiting for about five minutes he figured Dave was waiting for him to just leave. So he stood back up and started buttoning his shirt. He didn't get what he had come for, but he had gotten something. Something that required much more consideration than he had already given it.

He heard a movement behind him and turned, shirt still half buttoned, to find a very surprised Dave standing in the doorway.

"You're still here," though soft, Dave's voice clearly held shock.

"Yes," Kurt stated simply, his arms dropping to his sides. He thought he imagined it, but he could have sworn Dave glanced at his chest.

"Why?"

Taking a deep breath, Kurt looked into his former bully's eyes. "Because I'm going to give you a second chance."

TBC...