Karofsky skipped the last two periods of school that day. He figured that driving around aimlessly while trying to gather his thoughts back to where the once stood was much more productive than double maths. It was algebra anyway and besides, Captain Homo was in that class. He sat in his car for what seemed like hours but was no more than five or ten minutes. Completely still. Like if he moved the small rocks and ash that were his thoughts would erupt into a volcanic explosion. An explosion that's worst effect would probably be taken out on that fa- Hummel. Hummel, yes, there was Hummel wasn't there. Whenever Karofsky felt like maybe things weren't as bad as they seemed and that someone had only just heard him singing, he comes back to Earth and realises it wasn't just anyone. That, that certain someone was victim to a crime of passion. So Karofsky liked to think of it. Calling it a kiss felt too real (but of course it was real wasn't it?). Sometimes his mind drifted back to that moment in the locker room, unaware of the anger that proceeded afterwards.

"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

God, what does that even mean? Karofsky went to hit the wheel with his fist but stopped and just slumped. Perhaps it would be best if he just left it there. It was hard to do so though. When Karofsky put his arm up to tell Kurt to get out he knew then that they should have stayed in his pockets, where no harm could be done. But his face was so soft. It was like holding a pillow in you hands, no cradling it. Once Karofsky's hands were on Hummel's face he knew there was no going back, so he decided it was going to be embedded in his memory how his skin felt. In the end this was a bad thing because Karofsky couldn't forget about Kurt's lips on his. Although they never did much, they were still as feathery and soft as Karofsky had imagined.

So, Karofsky sat there for best part of two hours before he heard the end of day bell ring. He straightened up and put the key in the ignition (with much complications due to shivering from the cold weather) and turned on the radio. He skimmed through the stations until he found one that ACTUALLY played music (he was sick of people just talking and not playing music) and kept it there. Some U2 song played and Karofsky revved up the engine.

"With or without you. . ."

Karofsky started singing as he tried to get the truck moving.

"I can't live, with or without you." It wasn't long until he was air guitaring and screaming at the top of his lungs. "And you give yourself away! Whoaaa ooh!"

He got lost, right there. The music took him away from all the confusion and hurt inside his head. For those two minutes that the song played he screwed his eyes shut and felt. . . well he wasn't sure how he felt. Not happy but a bit. . .better. The truck finally made it's way out of the parking lot and along the icy street.

"Hey man." Puckerman sat next to Kurt in algebra and smiled as he sat down (God, if he wants to cheat off me all he has to do is ask) "Uhm. . .so."

"My homework's in my bag, which has mysteriously disappeared due to circumstances involving blueberry slushies." Kurt looked at Puck and gave a faint smile. " It's behind the broken piano underneath the stage in the auditorium."

Puck gave him a grin "Thanks man!" smacked Kurt's arm (which he never really liked but it felt nice to be accepted as his friend) and made his way out the class before the teacher came in. Thank God none of Kurt's close friends were in this class, otherwise he would've been a tedious bore. Usually, he would be thriving in conversations about fashion, music or movies but right now his mind was only focused on one thing.

That voice.

Gosh, that voice! Kurt tried to relive every second of hearing that beautiful, almost seductive- - -. NO! No he wasn't! Nor was he fantasizing about that voice singing to him. Nope, not even for a second! His voice was good, Kurt would give him that but he would probably be put off by the fact that it was Karofsky's voice and not someone like Finn's or Blaine's.

Oh Hallelujah! My Blaine! How I would kill to see his gorgeous face right now!

Kurt reached in his pocket for his phone and began texting like a machine. He sat at the back of the class and didn't worry about Ms Castle hearing the constant clicky noises from Kurt's thumbs rattling away.

heyy xx wanna meet afterz? k SEND

Kurt thought for a minute about Blaine. God, he was so beautiful wasn't he? He had those dark, brown eyes and that smile that could probably knock someone off their feet.

Bzzzz

oh hi ;) um, soz can't got warbler practise tonite pal xx and what r u doin txting in class? xo

Kurt smiled at the text. Blaine was perfect. Everything a guy could possibly want. Gorgeous. Funny. Smart. Amazing singer.

So why could Kurt only think of that crooner voice all the way home that day?