sorry it took me so long to update, I was so writers blocked :( ANY WAY! thank you guys for all the reviews, it seriously makes me so happy! Here is Chapter 4…
Kurt walked to his car slowly. It had worked out better then he thought. The delinquents of Ohio had said nothing. They hadn't mocked Kurt for his sexuality, hadn't slushied him, they'd simply inquired to the meaning, and left it at that. Kurt searched his bag for the key to his truck. It wasn't there. He must have forgotten it in the damn classroom.
He sighed heavily and headed back inside Dalton. The hallways were louder now that no classes were going on. Boys in blue jumpsuits ran through the halls shouting and jumping like wild animals.
Kurt found the choir room and sighed, there were his keys, on top of the piano. He kicked something on his way into the class. He looked down to see a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone lying, forgotten on the ground.
"Why would they do that to you Harry?"
Kurt bent and picked up the book, dusting off the dirt.
"Well, I suppose you can come home with me, I already have three, but what's one more." He smiled and grabbed his keys turning to leave.
Someone stood in the doorway. He had Dark curly hair and a beautiful smile."Talking to my book?"
He sauntered into the room stopping a breath away from Kurt's face.
"Yours? You like Harry Potter?" Kurt started to hand Blaine the book.
"No, little wizards aren't my thing," Blaine took the book from Kurt, allowing their fingers to brush. It was like an electric current had shocked Kurt's hand.
He gasped. Blaine seemed to notice it too because a smile spread across his face. he leaned in so close to Kurt that their noses were touching,
"Nice shirt," he drew back turned and left the room. Kurt grabbed onto the nearest desk to stay vertical.
Kurt took a few deep breathes, willing his heart to slow. No one had ever… was that even considered flirting? Kurt shook the goosebumps away and walked out of the class. He kept his eyes on the ground and quickly fled from the school.
That night Kurt pulled his Cheerio's uniform over his head and looked in the mirror. Kurt hummed tunelessly as he styled his hair. "Kurt!"
Finn was yelling from the bottom of the stairs, "Come on man, the game starts in fifteen minutes, I'm supposed to be there!"
"Calm yourself, I'm coming."
Kurt took one last look in the mirror before shutting off his light and leaving the room. Finn stood, already half in pads, at the bottom of the stairs.
"'Bout time," he sighed and headed out to Kurt's car.
Hey uh … come on
Come on girl I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll.
Well don't waste time give me the sign
Tell me how you wanna roll
Kurt tumbled and the crowd screamed.
I want somebody to speed it up for me
Then take it down slow, there's enough room for both
Brittany and Santana held Kurt up, Throwing him into a backflip.
Well, I can handle that you just gotta show me where it's at
Are you ready to go, are you ready to go
Mercedes' voice was crisp and clear, She smiled at Kurt as the crowd cheered for them. Just them
Keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pre, hey
Madonna, uh
You gotta get em all hot
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right, keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pre, hey
Madonna, uh
You gotta get em all hot
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
Kurt and the rest of the Cheerios did high kicks and cheered along with the rowdy crowd as Finn threw the ball to Puck, who ran for the game winning touch down. Kurt beamed at his brother, who was running around the field screaming "WE WON!"
He ran to Kurt and pulled in to a bone crushing hug,
"Man we did it! You were awesome, Quinn you too, we're all just so awesome! This is great!" He released Kurt and Ran toward Rachel, who was waiting adamantly on the sidelines.
Kurt brushed the wrinkles from his shirt, and decided that he should head to his locker.
He walked slowly into the boys locker room, which was still empty, as the others were all still cheering on the field. Kurt began to pull his sweaty uniform over his head, when large, strong hands shoved his bare chest into a locker. Kurt's back Slammed hard against the metal, causing the air to leave his lungs at an uncomfortable rate.
He gasped for air and pulled his shirt all the way off.
Karofsky.
He smiled down at Kurt, "Come on lady boy, dance with me,"
He pulled Kurt up roughly by the arm, and slammed him into the locker again. "You're disgusting," Karofsky spat before punching Kurt in the stomach.
Kurt couldn't breath and stars popped in front of his eyes. "Finn…" Kurt tried to call for his brother, but it came out as no more then a gust of air.
Karofsky shoved Kurt to the ground and slammed his fist against Kurt's face, once, twice, three times.
Kurt couldn't see, he only felt pain.
He couldn't move, only watch as karofsky's fist headed toward him for the fourth time. He squeezed his eyes shut, but no fist ever came. No impact. Kurt opened his eyes to see Puck and Finn on top of Karofsky, holding him down and screaming.
Kurt's eyes were getting so heavy, he let them close, and let consciousness slip away…
I know I know I'm leaving it on a WTF IS HAPPENING! kind of place, but I promise there is a reason… I'll try so very hard to update this again soon, but I'm starting a new job so it's gonna be hard. I love you all so so much!
also if you want to bother me for real, I infect have a tumblr, its .com i promise I'm nice :)