Rated T: for language, violence, and INTENSE FACE SMUSHING

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the idea behind the story and an uncomfortable amount of merchandise.


"Kurt?" Dave Karofsky was shocked to see the boy he had bullied every day. They both just stood there, staring at each other, trying to think of what to say.

The announcer cleared his throat, " I said fight!"

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked first.

Dave just watched him a little dumbfounded, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

"Hit him already!" The announcer shouted.

Dave snapped out of his haze and brought up his fists, "I-I have to."

"No you don't," Kurt pleaded, really not wanting to relive his high school beat downs, "You can just walk away."

Dave looked at his peers, who were all shouting at him to hit Kurt, "No I can't, Kurt, I just can't"

"Why not?"

"I'm sorry." Dave said, before taking a swing at Kurt with his giant paw.

It caught him off guard. When the bare fist hit his cheekbone, Kurt's head flew backwards as he stumbled and tried not to fall over. Karofsky left him no time to recover from the first blow as he swung again, this time, hitting him in the stomach. Kurt couldn't process what had happened, all he knew was that he was now hunched over, about ready to vomit, and had a terrible pain on the whole right side of his face.

"P-Please." Kurt uttered, just above a whisper, before Dave hit him in the jaw with a hard uppercut.

Blaine could hear the fight, but he couldn't see it. It's times like these when he wishes he wasn't so vertically challenged. He kept pushing and shoving, but none of the guys would let him through. He hopped up on one of the chairs so he could see.

Kurt was now curled up in a ball on the floor while Karofsky swung at him.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." The ref called out as he stepped between the two.

Dave stepped back; sticking his bloodied hands up in the air while everyone chanted his name. Kurt laid there, blood dripping from his nose. Some of it had landed on his shirt and he knew it would leave an ungodly stain. He felt so defeated. He didn't go out there to just get beaten by his old high school bully and humiliated in front of everyone. He didn't go out there to get called "Princess" and be mocked by Blaine's old friends. He went out there to prove a point. He went out there to win. Kurt wasn't going to let Karofsky or Travis or anyone else win. He gathered all of his courage and started to struggle to his feet.

"What are you doing, homo?" Dave shouted, trying to please his peers as Kurt stood before him, "Does the princess want seconds?"

All eyes were on Kurt as he took a few unsteady steps towards his aggressor. He wiped away the blood that was pouring from his nose. Kurt reached back and released all of the fury he had built up, letting his fist hit Karofsky square in the face. The punch came out much harder than he expected, but he didn't even realize. Dave fell over; he was out like a light. There was a moment of silence while everyone processed what just happened. The ref rushed over to Dave's side and looked him over. He then went over to Kurt, throwing his hand up in the air, declaring him the winner. Suddenly, the room erupted in applause and cheers. Kurt was overwhelmed.

Blaine watched the whole thing. He finally shoved through the crowd and rushed over to Kurt.

"Kurt! What the hell? Are you okay?" He was frantic.

Kurt didn't answer; he wasn't exactly sure what had just happened. He was filled with so much adrenaline that his instincts had taken over.

Blaine was worried. "Kurt? Can you hear me?"

"Wh-What happened?" He managed to finally choke out. Kurt looked around, completely dazed. His eyes fell to Dave, who was already being tended to by someone else. "Oh my God!"

Kurt stumbled to Karofsky's side, "David? What happened to him?"

The boy that was holding an icepack on Karofsky's head just looked at him confused.

"You did." Blaine answered.

"What?" Kurt was genuinely confused.

"You cleaned his clock. I watched you do it. Don't you remember?"

"I…I must've blacked-out or something." Kurt looked back down at Dave, "Did I really do that to him?"

"Yeah, you did" Blaine pulled Kurt to the side, "What were you doing out there in the first place?"

"Travis. Travis told me that he'd pick someone scrawny. He said nothing bad would happen." Kurt felt the blood trickling out his nose, and then noticed the blood on his shirt. He looked to Blaine, distressed.

"Come on, lets go get you cleaned up," Blaine started to lead Kurt away, "Then we'll have a little chat with Travis."

Most of the boys had cleared out, given that the excitement died down. Kurt was seated on one of the tarnished couches while Blaine knelt down and gently cleaned the blood off of his face with a damp rag.

"Is it broken? Please tell me it's not broken." Kurt pleaded.

"It's not broken." Blaine gave a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure? I feel like you're just saying that so I don't freak out. How do I explain a broken nose to my father? Like, oh hey dad, what's that? What happened to my nose you ask? Nothing, I just got the shit kicked out of me by Karofsky. It's fine, dad, I just incapacitated him. Oh my God! What if I need surgery?"

"Kurt," Blaine stopped his rambling, "it's not broken. Trust me, I've seen plenty of broken noses. You're going to be fine."

"You've given plenty of broken noses as well." Travis added from behind him.

Blaine stood to address him, "Why'd you do this? Huh? You sick bastard."

"Whoa, no need for name calling, I didn't do anything." Travis smirked mischievously, "Dave is the one who beat up poor Porcelain Princess over here."

"Don't call him that." Blaine snapped, "Why did you put him against Karofsky? Actually, why did you put him out there in the first place?"

"First of all, I didn't put him out there, he wanted to be. Isn't that right?"

They both looked to Kurt, who was now leaning back and pinching his nose.

"You said it would be someone scrawny, and that you would stop the fight if it got too bad." Kurt said, his voice very nasal.

"Yeah, but that's no fun." Travis pointed out.

"Why didn't you pull him out? He could've gotten seriously hurt."

"But he didn't."

"I'd beg to differ." Kurt chimed in.

"This shouldn't have happened," Blaine was getting frustrated, "Seriously, Travis, why did you do this?"

"Oh, so it's my fault princess can't take a hit."

"I said don't fucking call him that." Blaine warned, taking a step closer, trying to intimidate him.

"Come on, you have to admit, it was kind of funny seeing him getting thrown around like a ragdoll. And when he got up and clocked Dave? Priceless. Now that's what I call entertainment."

"No, it wasn't funny," said Blaine solemnly, "Jesus, when did you become such an ass? In fact, when did everyone here become asses? You all used to care for each other. You never let anyone really get hurt, or even put them in that kind of situation. And you definitely wouldn't have let Kurt fight Karofsky."

"Hey, you're the one who brought him here. That's just asking for trouble."

"You're the one that invited us."

"I invited you, not the princess."

Blaine took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, "Travis, I'm trying to be as calm as possible, but I would suggest you walk away right now before someone really does get a broken nose today." He said through gritted teeth.

Travis glanced at Kurt, who was giving him a faint nod indicating that it would be in his best interest to leave now.

"Fine," He finally piped up, "I've got better things to do anyway." And with that, Travis left.

Blaine let out a heavy sigh and sat down next to Kurt.

"I thought you said he wasn't an asshole." Kurt joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Blaine let out a slight chuff while he bit his bottom lip, "Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happened."

"Blaine," Kurt patted his shoulder, "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have even agreed to go out there in the first place."

Blaine paused, "Why did you do it anyway?"

Kurt was hesitant, "To prove a point."

"Kurt-"

"I know, I know. But hey, at least I didn't make out with him."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh.

"Well," Kurt continued, "Except for that one time he kissed me… but I don't think that counts."

They were both laughing now. Kurt looked over to the other couch a few feet away where Dave was laying with an icepack on his head, "Do you think he'll be okay?"

Blaine saw the concern in Kurt's eyes, "Yeah. I think he'll be fine."

As soon as he said that, Dave let out a grunt as he came to. They were quickly on their feet, rushing to him. There were only about 3 other guys that stuck around to keep an eye on Dave, and they were already standing next to him.

"Dave? Can you hear me?" Asked one.

"Ugh, my head." He grunted, trying to sit up.

"Hey, take it easy," Blaine said, "You got hit pretty hard, just relax and keep that ice on your head."

Karofsky was a little shocked to see him, "You, you're Kurt's boyfriend."

"Fiancé." Kurt corrected.

"What are you guys doing here?" Dave pressed on.

Blaine turned to dismiss the other guys that were there. He told them that he would lock up and give Dave a ride home. Once they left, Blaine and Kurt pulled up chairs and continued their conversation.

"Well, I'd like to say it's good to see you, David, but I'm pretty sure you broke my nose." Kurt said, his voice still nasally because he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Kurt, it's not broken." Blaine reiterated.

"Still," Kurt mumbled to himself, "Oh! And I'm so sorry for hitting you so hard! I really didn't mean to, I promise. I was just filled with so much adrenaline, it sort of clouded my better judgment."

"It's ok Kurt," Dave winced as he sat up, "I did hit you first."

Kurt paused, "Why? Why did you hit me first? You could have just walked away."

"No I couldn't."

"And why not?" Kurt was still confused as to why he didn't just quit.

"I just couldn't, ok?" Dave was getting agitated, "You wouldn't understand."

"Then help us understand." Said Blaine.

He let out a sigh, "After what happened when I was at my old school, I needed somewhere that I was just…accepted. Well, I knew that you both went here once and weren't made fun of for being homos, so I figured why not. My family didn't have the kind of money to enroll me here, so I went to that coffee shop that all of you guys hang out at. I talked to some of them, and they told me about the Dalton Fight Club. It sounded like the kind of place for me, so here I am. I've been showing up for a few months now and I fight quite a bit, too. It felt great, getting to let out all of my anger and forget about all of my worries, you know what I mean?"

"Trust me," Blaine nodded, "I know."

Dave seemed a little more comfortable, "I made friends. They accepted me. For the first time in a long time…I was happy. Once, when some guys were getting ready to fight, one of them refused to, so you know what they did? They picked him up and threw him out. I haven't seen him since. That's why I did it, Kurt. I didn't want to get kicked out of the one place that made me happy. I just wanted them to like me. That's all I fucking wanted!" Dave threw his icepack down in anger, revealing a small bump on the side of his head.

"Why? Why is it, that when I try to fit in, I just fuck everything up? All I want is to fit in!"

There was a tense moment of silence before Kurt spoke up, "Maybe that's your problem."

"What?" There were tears welling in Dave's eyes.

"Maybe your problem is that you're trying too hard to fit in. You're scared of what people will think if you're different. Why should you be? Why don't you try standing out for a change?"

"Easy for you to say."

"I mean it, David," Kurt took his hand down from his face to look him in the eye, "You have so much potential. Why are you so worried about what these people think? If they won't accept the real you, then they're kind of crummy people to keep around."

Dave dropped his gaze to the floor while he thought it over.

"So why are you guys here?"

"Well," Blaine started, "I actually founded the club."

Dave looked surprised, "Really?"

"Yep."

"Huh, you don't seem like the kind of guy."

Blaine nodded his head, "I was that kind of guy. But I've moved on. I only came here tonight to show the place to Kurt and maybe see a few friends. But I think they've moved on, too. None of the guys are as considerate as I remember them being, they just don't really seem to care. This place really went downhill…"

Dave picked his icepack back up, placing it on his head.

"I think I want to go home now."

"Sure thing, Dave."


A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know there were a few things that were out of character, but hey, this is a fanfiction. Anyway, thanks for reading! Your commitment is most appreciated!