Okay, HI! Second chapter, and I think I got it out here fairly quickly. Thanks to all the people who added this to their favorites and tracked stories, it means so much! Thank you, jekyllhj7 for reviewing, and hopefully they'll help each other a lot more in the next chapter. This one is kind of slow and not a lot happens, so I'll consider it fluff. The next chapter they'll get down and dirty. I'm trying not to forget about Blaine, so yeah. Tell me what you guys think!
Chapter 2: Messages
Kurt spotted Blaine in the parking lot, playing with his keys and walking toward a very expensive looking car.
Kurt closed in on the boy and clasped his hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?" Kurt drawled in what he hoped was his most seductive voice.
Although it had only been a few weeks since they met, Kurt had become quite attached to Blaine. Kurt refused to believe this was just because he was the first outed boy he'd met, and pinned it to his charm, good looks, and lovable personality. Kurt also refused to believe he set his sights on Blaine to get away from his feelings fro Karofsky, that definitely wasn't the reason.
Kurt brushed off the thought as Blaine turned around, eyebrows raised, lips slightly parted.
"Oh, you know I hate it when you do that!" Blaine exclaimed, smirking at Kurt.
"Yeah, well, get used to it," Kurt replied, teasing him.
Blaine looped his hand through the crook in Kurt's arm and led him toward his car.
"Need a ride?" Blaine asked, not pausing for an answer. He leapt into the driver's seat gracefully and patted the seat next to him.
Kurt laughed and sunk into the leather seat. Blaine pulled on some pink sunglasses, grinned at Kurt, and pulled out of the parking space. Kurt thought this was the perfect moment, or would have been, if there hadn't been another boy, miles away, thinking about him.
Karofsky was mental. Off his chain. He was confused, scared, and he couldn't get the little runty fag off his mind. Girls, girls, you like girls. He repeated it over and over, believing himself less and less as time wore on.
"ARGH!" He pushed off the floor and punched a nearby pillow.
His cell phone buzzed, but he let it ring. He fell back down to the floor and turned over, pushing his face into the cold wooden floor.
The memory of the kiss licked at his brain. He tried to push it out, he tried to think of football tactics, of a hot girl, but neither worked. His hand slid through his hair, and he gave up. He groaned and pushed himself up off the floor again and picked up his keys.
"Going out," He called to an empty house, and walked out, still not bothering to check his phone.
Kurt had proceeded to shower, pick at his dinner, and leave a pile of homework unattended after Blaine had dropped him off.
He was surfing Facebook, unsuccessfully resisting the urge to type "David Karofsky" into the search bar. Sighing, Kurt gave in and typed it in. He scrolled slowly down his info tab. He passed interests (Football…) and books (it was blank) and saw Karofsky had his cell phone number listed. Kurt stared at it menacingly, as if it were taunting him. He sighed yet again, and typed the 10 digits into his phone.
"Meet me somewhere." He typed carefully; hoping Dave would text back, but also scared of his reply.
Karofsky was speeding, listening to Pearl Jam, and heading to the gym. His palms were sweating and he had completely forgotten about the message on his phone. He felt sick to his stomach. He pulled to the side of the road near some underbrush. He tore out of the car and ran to the woods. He punched a nearby tree and howled in pain. He jumped around, clutching his bleeding fist, shrieking curse words to the sky. His cell phone fell out of his loose jeans onto the forest floor. He let out one last choice word and picked it up lightly with his unscathed hand. He noticed the lit up screen, remembering the message he had ignored hours ago. He skimmed the screen, unknown sender. He regarded the message with lingering shock. "Meet me somewhere." Hoping the message was from who he thought it was, he replied.
Kurt had been trying to write and essay, and was failing miserably. His phone had not lit up in hours. He had barely written his thesis statement, when he groaned and hopped out of bed. He plucked up the phone gingerly, wondering if he should send another message. As soon as he decided against it, the phone vibrated in his palm, forcing the teen to jump a mile.
"Anywhere."
Kurt felt the goofy smile slowly return.
A/N: If you couldn't guess, that goofy smile might be a reoccurring theme ;)
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