The next day, Kurt had english first period. He always enjoyed english. It was one of the subjects that actually benefitted him outside the classroom. It seemed silly, but everytime he learned a new word that he didn't know he started making excuses so he could throw it around. Along with the rest of his eloquent vocabulary he'd stored over the years.
Unfortunately today, the teacher wasn't in. They got landed with some random drama teacher, who insisted they all read Shakespeare and write down every word they didn't understand, so she could elaberately show them the meaning using her dramatic skills.
Shouldn't be too bad. Kurt turned to Mercedes and gave her a nudge with his elbow. "Hey Mercedes."
The girl swung round in her chair and winked at Kurt "Hey sweetie." suddenly her face lit up. "Oh! Do you remember your whole 'love is just around the corner' thing?"
By remember, you of course mean bawling my eyes out and having sleepless nights. "Um. . .yeah, I think so, why?"
"Well," Mercedes looked around to ensure no one important was listening. This class, again, was another that Kurt usually spent with only one or two of his closest friends. "Remember, Anthony? Well, I decided to give it a shot!"
"Oh Mercedes! That's amazing!" Kurt gave her hand a little squeeze. "How'd it go? Did you kiss him? Was it nice?"
His best friend laughed, "He only asked me to lunch. Which I think was extremely gentlemen like of him! Wouldn't you agree?" she started giggling and smirking at what were probably cute moments they had together at lunch yesterday.
"Well, I'm happy for you, Mercedes." Kurt frowned a little, "at least one of us are doing good in our love lives."
She gave him a questioning look. "What about-?"
"I don't think he likes me."
"Aw, sweetie." She gave Kurt a not very gentle squeeze. "He's either blind or stupid. Or just not worth it. You'll find someone. I promise!"
I hope so.
It was only ten minutes into the period and already Miss. Cosgrove had given up.
"Fine! If your small minds don't want to be enriched with the beauty of William Shakespeare, then you may shrivel your brains further into your skulls. Fine by me!" The woman picked up her skirt and headed out the room, leaving an class full of hyper active teenagers to tear the place apart.
"Kurt, you don't care if I go sit with Anthony, do you?" Mercedes put on her best 'sorry-babe-but-he's-AMAZING' face and Kurt smiled. "Yeah, go have fun." She kissed Kurt on the cheek and made her way to the other side of the class to be with her boo. Kurt watched as he kissed her cheek when she sat down next to him and wrapped his arm round her.
I want that.
Last night when Kurt was on IM with Blaine, all it took was fifteen minues until Blaine exploded and started going all out telling Kurt about a new guy that joined the Warblers. How he was tall, had blonde hair and brown eyes. He was stocky and had nice arms. Pretty much everything Kurt wasn't. He was average height, with brown hair and blue-green eyes. He was as thin as a stick and couldn't lift a weight to save his life. During the IMing conversation, Kurt tried not to seem too bitter and put a :) at the end of everything he wrote until Blaine said "he's just. . .UNF!" and then Kurt signed out. Getting annoyed.
He decided to supress his annoyance (he was good at that) and finished English homework he sould have had in today and pulled out his iPod. The last song he had listened to was Black Balloon. Since he put it on last night he had, had it on repeat all night and day and the play count stood at seventy-four. Kurt hadn't bothered to listen to any other songs from the band, scared they would ruin how undeniably perfect this one was. Well, almost perfect. The only problem was the singer. He just wasn't as good as he should've been. It was widely believed, that the original is always going to be better than a cover or Kurt couldn't help but wonder how many times he would've listened to that song if he had Karofsky voice looped into it. Something like a thousand plays or more.
Perhaps, I could blackmail him into. . .No Kurt, just don't. You're so weird.
BAMF!
Kurt got the fright of his life and looked at the stacks of English books tossed in front of him and then looked up. There he saw Karofsky, arms crossed over his chest and a slightly angry but all over neutral expression on his face.
"What?" even after their strange little IM conversation last night, Kurt was still absolutely terrified of Karofsky. He knew Karofsky wouldn't touch him, as he had good leverage (hence, the creepy blackmail Karofsky into singing concept) and that his death threat had been empty. It shook Kurt for a while but he realised, Karofsky wouldn't kill him. He was sure of it. Sorta.
Karofsky didn't say anything and just sat down in front of Kurt and pushed his books so hard they hit Kurt's chest. "What the hell, Karofsky?"
Karofsky still didn't say anything and just pointed at the books under Kurt's chin and gave him a small attempted smile.
Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little weirded out but looked at the paper on top of the books all the same.
David Karofsky scored 16 out of 95 in his spelling and vocabulary assessment.
Kurt stared at the paper. No one could be that stupid, could they? He even vaguely remembers Brittany saying something about getting twenty-five. Which Kurt thought was insanely bad but didn't say anything. Now this was terrible. But he couldn't say that to Karofsky, for fear of his head being ripped off.
"Yeah so?" Kurt tried to put on his most fierce 'bitch back-up' face. He knew Karofsky just wanted him to do it over for him and if he didn't he'd get an extra dumpster dive. Kurt could live with that.
But he was (pleasantly?) surprised.
"Dude, you're the best in this class. You have to help me." Karofsky's face bore a vacant expression that didn't say much apart from the fact that he was horrible at fake smiles.
Kurt just sat there, dumbfounded. Not at the fact that Karofsky was expecting him to help him but more that he hadn't threatened or simply told him to do it. All he needed was help.
"Uh. . .Um. wha-? I mean." Kurt looked at the football player. "What the hell, Karofsky?" Kurt used that expression a lot when Karofsky was around.
Karofsky had a feeling Kurt would react like this. "Y'know what, dude? Fine. I don't need you're freaking help anyway!" Karofsky picked up the books and test paper and squeezed them into his bag. "I try to be nice to you and you act like I'm gonna freaking kill you!" Kurt flinced a little at that. As did Karofsky. Surely Kurt knew that Karofsky couldn't hurt him if he tried? The boy picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder before making his way towards one of his friends at the next table.
"Wait!" OH MY GOD, STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? "I'll help you, okay?"
Karofsky turned around and sat back on the chair opposite Kurt throwing his bag on the floor. "You better, or else-" Kurt's expression turned to being a little scared so Karofsky backed up. "Thanks."
Kurt flashed him a tiny smile and took the test out of his hand, which was trembling. only a little though.
"You should really start listening to people, Karofsky."
"Why?"
"You spelled experience wrong."