Author's Note..Short, very short chapter. Sorry, but it will be worth it. It's like a total Degrassi mets Glee moment. Other than that I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy does and he is genius. But tell me what you think. I haven't done angst-ie stuff. So please tell me your thoughts.
Kurt was at the nurse's office. He had ate the bad fish taco in the cafeteria. He woke up, he had noticed he missed the rest of History and part of Spanish now. He got up and went to his locker quickly and answered his text from Blaine. Dinner at Breadstix, 8? Kurt smiled as he leaned against his locker ready to reply. He suddenly felt alot better. Then he felt something stab him in the gut. Something big. He looked down and saw a pistol. He wanted to scream. But then the gun trailed up Kurt's chest and to his forehead. He gulped loudly as he eyes trailed with it. And saw the holder of the gun was Karofsky. His eyes full of fear, were now parading tears as his mouth gaped open.
"You're such a whore." David Karofsky whispered into Kurt's ear. He didn't understand him. Kurt never said anything to anyone. And he surely wasn't a whore. When he looked into Karofsky's eyes, he thought he saw jealously? Hurt? Like his heart had broken? All the similar things to when Kurt was madly crushing on Finn Hudson. But that was over with. "I saw you. You and Puckerman. How could you? You belong to me"
Technically he didn't. He never and will never agree to date, or even talk to Karofsky. And he was no one's belonging. All he could do was stare at the boy in fear, as tears came down. The cold metal of the pistol at his head. Karofsky was seriously going to shoot him, for kissing Puck? That's insanity. That's cruel. He had to try and do something to stop the jock.
"Please..don't...I-I'll do anything.." Kurt manage to say between sobs. David smiled that weird creepy smile. And then leaned in and kissed Kurt. He sniffled, and sobbed through the kiss. He felt David's giant hand trail down his stomach and to his groin. He was palming him through his pants. He gave a frustrated grunt and looked down. Kurt cried out a little.
"Stop crying...aren't you enjoying yourself?" He questioned as his hand dig deep under Kurt's clothes. He had never felt so violated. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be with anyone for a long, long time. Before being comfortable again. He closed his eyes and sniffed again. Trying to stop his tears. But they kept coming. It was a none stop stream of tears, he sighed, an uncomfortable sigh as Karofsky continued, his other hand still pointing the pistol at Kurt's head. He could feel the hard on from David pushing into Kurt's leg. He can hear the other boy moan in pleasure of this. How was it pleasurable? You're assaulting someone, who in the right mind would think this was seductive? David began kissing again and then kissed Kurt's neck. Kurt whimpered. Karofsky was twisting his cock in an extreme matter. And it was hurting.
Puck looked down every fucking hall. No one. If he wanted to, he could probably hear a small whistle and a hay bail going by him, like in the old western. He huffed and almost stomped away, when he heard a soft sob. He turned. The sobbing was getting louder. Then there were grunts and moans. What the hell? He dared to follow the sound. He turned the corner and saw Karofsky pressed against Kurt. Kurt up against the locker, Karofsky's hand down Kurt's pants. Kurt's face was red from crying and was still crying. Worst thing was, he saw the gun being pointed at Kurt. That damn idiot is threatening Kurt for a sexual pleasure? He was close to the couple. He was surprised at how silent he could be. Even when the anger was steaming through his ears. Kurt opened his eyes and met with Puck's eyes. They grew wider as he mouthed, 'go away' He was sobbing, and it looked like Kurt didn't want Puck to be the hero. He didn't want anything to happen to him. At that moment Karofsky stopped kissing Kurt's neck. He pulled off a bit, but not too much. So the boy wouldn't run. "What the hell!" He shouted. Kurt looked so terrified. He shook his head vigorously. Karofsky turned his head. "PUCKERMAN" He took the gun and pointed it at Puck.
He quickly grabbed Karofsky's wrist that was holding the gun. He fought against Karofsky to pull the gun down to the floor. So if it went off, no one was hurt. He saw Kurt slide down the locker, and pulled his knees to his chest, as he kept crying. He lost focus on the gun in both of his and David's hand. Then it went off.