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And everyone wants me to continue it. ^^ And so I shall! So this now AU since I don't want to follow the episodes, because it'd take too long and I want to update as fast I can for all of you!Also the last chapter will remain as chapter 1, because I can't see it as a prologue.

Oh and just a warning, I really do suck at updates. ^^; (I updated this the day of the new episode. -smacks self-)

Chapter 2

I was sitting in my room glaring at the ceiling.

Life sucks.

Why did I have to do it? Oh God, why did I kiss him? Why did he have to tell his boyfriend? I placed my hands over my eyes, to think better. If Kurt was willing enough to tell his boyfriend, then maybe he'd go tell his best friends. Like that black girl he always hangs out with. She was a gossip too. She had helped spread the rumour about Quinn and Puck's kid.

I am a dead man on Monday.

I groaned, and got up, out of bed. I didn't like this room. I had thought about Kurt and dreamt about him in this room. I hated it now.

I headed downstairs, my face pale as I walked down. My brothers were playing some kind of video game, with Dad watching. Mom was reading some romance novel, and she looked all teary eyed.

How would she react if she ever found out-

She wouldn't find out. I'd never tell her,, it's hurt her. I'd never tell anyone. If Hummel did tell people, I'd deny it all. I'd always deny the fact that I liked Hummel that way. And that he broke my heart, because no man could ever do that to a Karofsky male.

I headed out, getting into my truck. I shakily put the key in the hole, and started it up. I blinked softly, gazing up at the cloudy sky. I had no idea where the hell I was going.

I soon found myself in downtown Lima. It was starting to get dark, so people began to scurry on home while the bag people came out. My parents wouldn't worry. They would just think I was out with either a girl, or at a party.

I parked the car, near an alley way and set my head on the wheel. A part of me wanted to die, because I didn't want to go home, yet I wanted to crawl into my family's embrace and cry, because my heart had been broken and stepped upon by a fag. I'd been thrown out of the house for sure.

I heard a knock on my window, and I turned to see a girl there. She looked pretty, but with a lot of make up on. She was wearing some sluttish clothing too. A short skirt that barely showed anything, and pretty much a bra. She was smiling at me, and batted her eyelashes. She made 'roll-down-the-window' gesture with her hand.

I blinked realizing what she was.

A prostitute.

A thought went into my head. Just cause I kissed didn't mean I was fag, not for one second. It means we just kissed. Even though I felt something amazing in that kiss, and it made all of my troubles disappear, it didn't mean I was gay right? I mean you figure that stuff out sex and everything and I had sex with girls. Not for a while, but I remember enjoying it. I was straight! Straight as ruler. And this would prove it.

I rolled down my window, and gave her a grin. She grinned back, and I asked her. "How much for a round?" I said it as smoothly as possible. I needed to do this. I was not a fag. I was not gay. I did not love Hummel. I loved girls.

She smiled. "20 dollars for a blow sweetie. For all of this-" She made a gesture to her body. I briefly wondered how many times she had done this before. "it's 100." she explained, eyeing me. She must have known I was young, because the look she was giving me kind of made me feel smaller or that she was going to eat me.

I pulled out my wallet, and got out the 100 my dad had given me when we last one a hockey game, only a short while ago. I showed to her, then unlocked the car doors. I am not a fag. I am not a fag. I am not a fag.

She slid into the backseat of the car, and smiled at me. I climbed into the backseat with her, and got a good look at her. She must've been older then me. She looked sick, and was terribly thin. I felt bad for her, that she had to do this to make a living.

She was soon giving me a look, and then leaned over. She was beginning to take off my shirt, and I froze. I began to realize something. I was not attracted to her at all. I began to panic.

"C-Can we not have sex just yet? Just maybe a bit of a make out for a little bit. " I asked, letting my voice crack. My face heated up as I felt her gaze land onto me. She gave a small nod, looking vaguely surprised. I swallowed as she stopped trying to take off my clothes. Thank G-

She kissed me.

Oh shit. I was not prepared what so ever for it.

Her mouth tasted horrible, like a cigarette ash dish. I felt bile slowly rise in my throat. I didn't like this, it wasn't the same. Not for one second. It wasn't even like a cheerio's kiss. At least the cheerio's were willing and wanted me, but I could tell this woman was just doing it for the money.

I slowly opened my mouth, to let my tongue glide gently over her lips. They tasted so bad, and were terribly chapped. It hurt to kiss her, and I could feel the incoming bruises upon my lips. It wasn't a good feeling.

Then she moaned, and the kiss began to get more heated as she opened her mouth. Her tongue touched mind and I shuddered. I hoped she thought it was from pleasure not from disgust. I was allowed to be disgusted with prostitutes but she had a nice body and reasonably cheap. Why the hell was this so wrong?

Because she doesn't have blue-green eyes, or dark brown hair, or a nice-

I pulled back unable to do this. She gave me a weak smile, before she took off her tank top. And then I did the worse thing possible.

I vomited in the back seat, not on her though. Thank God!

It was too disgusting! I didn't care at that moment if I was straight or not, she was absolutely gross. And I couldn't handle it. Not now, and probably not ever. I didn't understand how she made money.

And the worse part was, it wasn't because her body was ugly, or disgusting. It was because what I was doing which disgusted me to no end. I couldn't believe that I had sunk to this level just to prove I was straight.

I looked up once done, and she looked quite surprised. She also had her tank top back on her. Once her shock was over, she turned to me. "Keep your money." she hissed, before getting out of my car.

I didn't know why, but I grabbed her wrist and shoved the 100 in her hands. I wasn't sure why I did it. Maybe it was because I felt bad about throwing up before having sex. Maybe it was because I had been so disgusted. Or maybe because I felt sorry for her. I like to think the last one was the reason why, I did it. Because I really don't know why.

I just climb into the front seat before she can give me a reaction or saying anything. I get my seat belt on, and drive as fast as I can.

I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks, fast and hot. I wasn't even sure why I was crying. Maybe because I was scared. How was my dad going to react when he found out his son was a faggot? That I vomited when I saw a naked woman? Probably beat the living shit out of me, and then kick me out of the house. I know mom she won't do anything. She's the perfect housewife, and always takes Dad's side. I know she'll be hurt too, because I honestly don't know how she feels about gays. Maybe she'll still love me after all this.

I reached around the corner, and pulled up into my home's driveway. I set my head on the steering wheel, and just kept crying for a long while. I wasn't even sure how long. All these thoughts kept moving around in my head.

Was I a faggot?

Did I just freak out back there?

Kurt.

The Kurt one was the one I got to think about the most. I began to compare the two kisses. I learned that Kurt's was better, even if he hadn't kissed back like she had. Because it had been real, and full of emotion. The girl's had been fake, and had no meaning to it at all.

I new now that even though I kissed a girls several times before, I was absolutely not straight. I was a fag like Kurt. And I knew I had to tell someone, besides the two people I already know. Kurt and his boyfriend. I looked down only to find something in my cup holder.

It was one of the school flyers, which I hadn't bothered throwing away. I blinked at it for a moment.

"If you need to talk in privacy come to 's office, near the front office. It will be high private, and you come talk to her anytime…"

I stopped reading after that. I swallowed the large lump in my throat. And I knew where I was going to go, first thing at school tomorrow.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I didn't really know where to go for this…

The next chapter will be longer, and will finally be edited by my beta! (I just got one!)

Hope you enjoy, and remember to review!