A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews/alerts/favourites, you guys are the best! I'm not too sure how I feel about this chapter, but I really hope you enjoy it. Drop me a review if you have any comments or questions, feedback makes me happy. (:
Sorry for the dark tone of this chapter… bilb;ilvfjcjyikrdcfykcyc

I don't own Glee, but if I did, I'd make Jesse and Sebastian a couple.

At first he hadn't understood it. Kurt had become so numb in the last twenty seconds that he didn't even feel the connection. He heard the crack. He saw the grass of the pitch getting closer as he fell towards it. Only when his body came into contact with the ground did his senses awaken. He felt a sharp pain coursing through his eye where he had just been struck. His vision blurred, the world around him becoming hazy and lost.

That's when things got bad.

"Get the fuck away from him faggot!" Spat the Dalton player (Wes, Kurt vaguely remembered) who had just punched him. Kurt had barely lifted his head, when a flying body sprang out of nowhere, hurtling towards Wes. Who else but Noah?

"Don't" Punch. "You" Punch. "Call" Punch. "Him" Punch. "THAT!" Puck spat viciously as he pummelled Wes to the floor, blood spraying over his jersey, fresh from Wes' now broken nose.

And with that, the stands erupted in psychotic, animalistic chaos. Spectators were throwing punches at each other, McKinley considerably outnumbering Dalton. They were diving over seats in the bleachers, desperate to get to each other, to injure, to destroy.

So much hate. And for what?

The field was fast becoming a bloodbath, hatred leaking from every breath drawn in by the furious teams. Dalton hating McKinley. McKinley hating Dalton. Like it always had been. In the midst of the riot, Kurt hadn't seen bus stop boy being hastily carted off the pitch and taken away in an ambulance.

Kurt's head was still swimming, but he had managed to lift himself into a sitting position before someone grabbed a hold of his arm and dragged him to his feet. Coach Sylvester. And she was on the war path.

"MCKINLEY" She yelled, her voice seeping with venom as she pushed her way through the slaughter match, dragging Kurt behind her, throwing apart fighting jocks as she did so "LOCKER ROOMS. NOW."

And with that, she pushed Kurt into Tina's arms who hastily half dragged, half carried him towards the locker room. Kurt looked back at the pandemonium flaring on the pitch behind him, seeing teachers wrenching fighting students apart; watching the situation deteriorate into a complete disaster.

They finally arrived in the locker room where most of the Cheerios were already assembled, each looking completely livid. It took Kurt a minute before he realised that they were all glaring at him.

"What the hell just happened?" Quinn asked him, voice shaking with supressed anger, her appearance slightly ruffled. Kurt's heart dropped.

"What?" He responded, dropping down onto one of the benches and pressing his hand to his swollen eye. He hissed in pain at the contact… damn, that's gunna hurt in the morning…

"You!" She spat, fuming "You caused this, Kurt!"

Kurt stared at her incredulously. He knew he shouldn't have run onto the pitch, but something had happened inside him. Something which he wasn't going to share, because he didn't know what it was himself.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Tina asked gently from beside him, taking his hand and looking up at him with concern "We should get that checked out, honey"

"Answer the question, Kurt!" Quinn was still yelling at him "What were you thinking?"

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want t-" Tina began softly before being rudely interrupted as an enraged Latino stormed into the room.

"Like hell he doesn't!" Great, Santana's arrived. Yay. "Seriously, Hummel, what happened to smallfry was hilarious, what's your problem!"

"He's seriously injured Santana!" Kurt shot back, suddenly on his feet, anger coursing through him, counteracting the sharp pains in his head "Who cares if he's Dalton? This isn't right"

"Not right?" Quinn said, exasperated "What's not right is the little stunt you just pulled! You should be happy, we were one up on them and now" she pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, releasing a dramatic sigh "now they're out there beating the crap out us! LITERALLY."

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. None of them seemed to understand that a human- a living person- was seriously hurt thanks to them. Thanks to… us? Kurt's stomach twisted as the realisation hit him; he was part of this war.

Dalton and McKinley don't mix.

"I'm gunna ask you one more time" Santana began, voice quivering with rage "Afores I ends you. What the hell was that" She gestured towards the field "All about?"

So here it was. Here was his chance, his window of opportunity to tell them what he thought of this whole… rivalry. He thought it was pathetic. And wrong. And downright dangerous. But he had picked his side a long time ago. The battle was lost for now.

"I…" Kurt started, looking at the floor "I ran because I thought our guys had been hurt in the collision. I only stopped next to that Dalton dude because… I saw the blood and… and I felt too dizzy to move. Oh, then that kid punched me and things got pretty funky."

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as his friends visibly accepted his lie.

"I'm not even going to begin to tell you how much of a relief that is. If one of us starts showing weakness to them, we all look weak. I knew you were a team player, Hummel" Santana said, smiling widely at him. It wasn't a nice smile either. It was unsettling. "Now that's sorted, I'm going back out there to collect Berry… I saw her shielding herself behind her own shoe so…"

And with that she left. They all did apart from Kurt and Tina. Neither said anything to one another, but their hands remained linked as they sat and listened to the shouts and the screams coming from the football pitch.

"NEVER in all my years at this school have I witnessed such destructive abomination which you little fu-"

"Things got way out of hand tonight" Mr Schue cut across Sue's rant, blocking out the string of curses flying out of the Coach's mouth "And I'm very disappointed in you."

An hour had passed since the start of the riot, and the teachers had finally managed to separate the schools. Dalton had left the grounds, and the stadium had been evacuated. The McKinley football team, the Cheerios and some of the New Directions were all sitting in the auditorium being yelled at by the livid members of staff.

"Puckerman, Azimio, PJ" Coach Beiste barked, rounding on the three players who were looking extremely pleased with themselves, despite their bloody injuries "You're suspended from the team until further notice, effective immediately."

The smug faces of the three jocks rapidly transformed into looks of dismay.

"No way!" Puck roared, getting to his feet "Coach, please, that's bogus!"

"Mr Puckerman" Beiste interrupted, raising her voice to cover the sounds of Sue punching something in the props cupboard "You three intentionally charged that short kid. I don't care that you're rivals or whatever, that was a petty move boys. Not to mention illegal. You could have broken his neck."

Kurt's heart flipped in his chest. Despite the events of the last hour, Kurt's mind had been swimming with the image of bus stop boy's pale, broken figure, his dark hair matted with blood, the ghost of his smile dancing on his colourless lips.

"Is he going to be okay?" Tina asked calmly from beside Kurt. She was the only person who hadn't questioned Kurt's motives. She'd just looked after him, stayed by his side, supported him. And Kurt couldn't help but feeling that her question was more for his benefit than for her curiosity.

"They took him to hospital" It was Mr Schue who answered "He's got a concussion and several broken ribs. Luckily there's no permanent damage."

Kurt's entire body flooded with relief. He was going to be okay. Not that he cared… Kurt would have run onto the field for any of the Dalton side, as much as he disliked them, he was never the type to walk away from someone who needed help. Or at least, that's what he had convinced himself.

Kurt had never been more grateful for the weekend. He spent the entirety of Saturday in the company of Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Artie, Tina and Tyler (Finn's cousin who was staying for the weekend), baking ridiculous amounts of brownies and watching musicals; although Artie and Finn left after Rent to go and play video games, apparently they needed to do something masculine before they threw up rainbows.

But Kurt had a fabulous time with his girls, and Tyler, who was gayer than the day is long and one of Kurt's all-time favourite people.

Kurt and Tyler had hit it off from day one and ever since then Kurt had looked forward to his visits, even if they were rare. Tyler was 23 years old, with dark blonde, perfectly styled hair and bright green eyes; he was also very attractive. Tyler's fashion sense was impeccable, which was probably why he got along so well with Kurt in the first place! Above all else however, it just felt comforting to be around another gay male who had been through everything Kurt was dealing with. Tyler helped him through the worst days, giving him first hand advice which no one else could offer. Their relationship was completely platonic of course, one, because Tyler was sort of family so that would be weird…and frowned upon, and two, Tyler had a fiancé.

Spending the day with his girls and Tyler had completely taken his mind off bus stop boy.

Kurt's eye had stopped swelling (having been mothered by Tina all of Saturday), but it was developing a deep purple colouring and was extremely tender. On the Brightside, the girls all said it made him look like a 'badass Louis Spence' so he couldn't really complain. Oh wait.

Luckily for Kurt, all of his friends, including Puck, had believed his story about Friday night and it had been forgotten. The riot, however, had not. Of course, they were all furious about what had happened and the on-going McKinley v Dalton battle had never been more heated. The hate laced in the McKinley students' voices when they spoke of Dalton had never been as venomous and deadly as it was now. It seemed that the riot at the game would be just the beginning of a new war between the schools. More real, more ferocious and more dangerous than ever before.

On Sunday morning Kurt and Tyler headed to the Lima Bean to get a coffee before Tyler drove back to Westerville that afternoon. The coffee routine had become a tradition of theirs, and the boys used this opportunity to catch up properly before Tyler's departure.

"So" Tyler said, setting his coffee on the table and draping his black pea coat over the back of his chair "What's new in the fabulous world of Kurt Hummel?"

"It's not so fabulous" Kurt sighed, instantly regretting saying anything because Tyler's eyes were already burning into him. Here come twenty questions.

"What's the matter gorgeous?" Tyler frowned. Kurt couldn't help but smile at his friend. He loved how camp Tyler was. He was amazing.

"I'm just" Kurt began trying to find the right words "There's this-"

"Oh. Em. Gee!" Tyler squealed, clapping with glee before Kurt had finished his sentence "It's a guy right? Right? Ooooo tell me it's a guy!"

How the-

Well, ten points for enthusiasm.

"It is… but nothing can happen. Ever. And I don't even know if I want it to." He was being stupid. Bus stop boy wasn't even gay. Kurt's voice sounded so broken and disheartened that Tyler reached across the table and took one of his hands.

The door to the Lima Bean opened.

"Kurt. Honey. Baby doll." He said, looking him right in the eyes "You. Are. Fabulous. I'm sure this mystery guy thinks so to and I…."

Had Kurt not have been listening to Tyler's lecture on how 'amazing' he was, he might have noticed the short, curly haired figure limping into the shop and placing an order.

He might have seen the golden eyed male turn to find a table.

He might have seen his face drop as he saw the two boys holding hands.

He might have noticed him coming towards their table…

But he didn't.

Until the boy spoke.

"S'up Jiggly puff, miss me?"

A/N: Next chapter is mainly Klaine interaction! Hope you liked this, review if you want to, if not, then go get a sandwich or something instead :] Next update will be soon since I've written most of the next chapter. See you soon! ox