Here is part 2 of the Klaine breakup aftermath! I don't know what you all were expecting after the last chapter, but I hope I don't disappoint you! Enjoy:

Senior Year; A Kurtofsky Chronicle

Chapter 10: Aftermath, part 2

It took an eternity for Dave's mind to comprehend what was happening. A minute ago, Kurt was crying into his chest. Then, faster than either of them could have anticipated, the two boys were locked together, their lips fused like they were one, their tongues wrestling for dominance, each trying to memorize the taste of the other.

At one point Dave realized he was running out of air, but his body pushed aside the need for self-preservation for the needs of his burning heart. He closed his eyes, half hoping that this would never end; half hoping it had never happened to begin with. This is wrong, he thought. It felt like he was ripping out his own heart and holding it out in front of him, watching it bleed out until it deflated, but nonetheless David slowly pushed Kurt's face off of his.

"Kurt, I… I want you, but this is wrong. You're not ready to do this, not really," he gasped, trying to refill his lungs with precious air. "You're hurt. I know you wouldn't be doing this otherwise and as much as kills me to say this, I don't think we should be together –at least not right now…"

Kurt's face was frozen and unreadable. He just stared blankly at Dave attempting to process what was going on. Dave sighed and spoke again, grabbing Kurt by the shoulders and shaking him lightly:

"Kurt, I'm so sorry, but I… I can't. I know I say that a lot, especially to you, but I just can't… not like this…"

Dave lifted them both up off of the couch, turning around and gently placing Kurt back onto it like a piece of priceless porcelain. He stroked the singer's cheek with his forefinger and swept back the hairs that had gone astray during the embrace. Kurt still sat quietly, his lips still slightly parted and his eyes still staring at the larger boy. He looked lost and Dave didn't know how to comfort him now.

"I think maybe you should go…" Dave said, his voice cracking slightly. He was trying to hold back his tears. He had to be strong right now –for Kurt's sake. "I don't know what you feel for me," he said in a husky voice, "but I really care about you, Kurt. I do and it kills me to think that maybe you'll never feel the same. What you're feeling now, though, isn't what I feel when I look at you."

Kurt seemed to hear his words. He looked up into Dave's hazel eyes and shifted a little on the couch.

"Right now you feel hurt. Blaine hurt you –and I swear to God, or whatever else is out there that I will make him pay for it… but I can't be just another shoulder to cry on. I thought maybe that would be enough for me… but it isn't. I want you to kiss me because you want to, not because you feel like I'm the only option you have left. I don't want you to settle for me." Dave turned away, ashamed. He blinked back the hot tears, fiercely willing himself not to cry.

"You're lucky to be so beautiful, Kurt. You'll have as many men as you want falling all over you. I know because I'll be one of them… I am one of them… but you can't do this to me. You can't make me think you have feelings for me when I know you're still confused. I can see it every time you look at me. Your eyes say 'He'd be comfortable for me'. They say 'It wouldn't be so bad to be with him. I could love him…' but they never say 'I do love him'; not even a whisper…

Dave was shuddering now, trying to breathe evenly. His legs were fighting to keep him upright, every muscle in his body taught and tense, holding him together until a time where he could break down.

He could feel Kurt's eyes still on him and he had to fight himself not to turn around and take Kurt right there; to make him his. But I can't do that to him, Dave thought to himself. I've already stolen his first kiss; already made him feel so trapped that he had no choice but to run. I can't let him feel that I'm the best he can do… I have to make him understand somehow what I understand now: that I love him.

It came to him so suddenly that he almost blurted it out. I love Kurt Hummel. And it's not because he's the only other gay boy I know at school. It's not because he was my first kiss. It's not because he forgave me… I think I've always loved him… I know I have –since the first day we met; since the very first time I saw his beautiful face.

"I won't lie," Dave said after a while, "kissing you is the most amazing feeling in the world, but it would be so much better if it wasn't out of desperation… I want you to be happy when you do it, not after you've been crying… not after you've been hurt… Please, Kurt… just go."

They were quiet for a while again. Then Dave heard Kurt getting up. He heard the beautiful boy lifting up off of the couch and walking towards the door. Then he heard the footsteps stop as the knob was turned.

"David…" Kurt said, almost in a whisper. "Thank you… I think you're right. I do need to be alone for a while; to sort my feelings out and to figure out what I want. I- I want you to know that I've never pictured you as a last resort… And just so you know… you… you mean a lot to me too… now, more than ever… I- I'll see you at school…"

And with that Kurt Hummel was gone, but the taste of his mouth lingered like the taste of fresh strawberries you eat in the spring, plucked right from their bush. Dave licked his lips and savored the sweetness, memorizing the flavor, committing it into his memory so that if he never had the chance to taste it again, he would always remember it –and hope that that would be enough.

Suddenly Dave felt a painful burning erupting from deep inside. It felt like a geyser bubbling up and then spouting out mercilessly. Dave crumbled to the floor and let the flood of tears come.

Kurt was in a daze the following day. All of his morning classes seemed to fly by. He'd be entering one moment and the next thing he'd be aware of is being dismissed as the bell signaled the change of periods. It was a wonder that he didn't bump into anyone in the too-crowded hallways because he didn't even notice anyone else was around. All that was on his mind was David Karofsky; what he'd said last night, how it felt to be in his arms, and how he tasted so intoxicatingly good.

The jock's words had stung. After the fight with Blaine and their breakup he'd cried, but it was more about feeling betrayed then the actual fact that he was without love. He just wanted to stop feeling altogether, but somehow David had made him feel so many emotions that night that his brain and heart had simultaneously overloaded. Now he was unable to think or feel correctly.

At lunch Mercedes stared holes into the side of his head, but he didn't even pay her any attention. He wasn't even mad at her anymore for siding with Blaine, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about David. He was sure that if he tried he could stop himself, but for some inexplicable reason, he didn't want to. David was right: Kurt needed to figure out what he felt and what he wanted. Kurt needed to know what David really meant to him. Before the others had finished their lunches and without really eating any of his own –he didn't want to taste anything else right now anyway –Kurt got up from the table and went outside with a "later guys" to the others. They looked at him strangely and then turned to look at each other. He would have to explain himself sooner or later, and he chose later.

It was the same throughout the rest of his classes that afternoon. Kurt soon found that the school day had ended and that he was walking to his locker. He wondered vaguely how he must have looked to the others. He opened his locker and looked into the small magnetic mirror inside. He looked impeccable; his skin was shiny, soft, and luminous and not even a single hair on his head was out of place. He was mildly surprised by this fact and couldn't help but laugh a little to himself.

He deposited his books into the locker and closed the door to find Mercedes staring at him sheepishly from her own locker just a few steps away. He regarded her for a moment and then smiled, not wanting her to feel that he was still angry with her. She smiled back and closed her locker as he walked over to her.

"Hi," he said shyly.

"Hi…" she replied, looking up at him hopefully. "Kurt… I'm so sorry. I know I was out of line when I questioned Karof- Dave…" she said, correcting herself. "He really is trying hard, even I can see that. And… I'm sorry about you and Blaine."

Kurt tensed for a moment at the mention of the name, but the flood of emotion he was steeling himself for never came. He let out a small breath and looked at Mercedes. She was looking at him curiously. "What?" she asked.

"I thought it would hurt," he said simply. She still looked confused. "I thought thinking about Blaine again would hurt," he clarified, "but it doesn't. It's supposed to, isn't it? Losing your first love?"

"It should…" Mercedes replied carefully. Kurt shrugged and offered her his arm.

"I haven't heard from him, if that's what you're wondering," he said.

"Actually…" she said, taking his arm, "I kind of wanted to know… I mean, since it's out there now, I wanted to know about the kiss… between you and Dave."

Kurt looked at her for a moment and she looked ready to take it back and tell him he didn't have to when he spoke:

"OK. I guess I would have told you sooner or later…" he said smiling.

He told her about the day, last year, when he'd gotten the 'courage' text from Blaine. He told her how much it had made him smile and how much it had hurt to have David smack it out of his hand before slamming him into the locker. He recounted how he'd ran after the bully, Blaine's words of encouragement blaring in his mind; how he'd flung open the door and shouted at the jock; how they'd battled back and forth with biting remarks; how he'd relished in making the jock get angrier and angrier; then how it had just happened. He thought the boy was going to slam him into the ground, but instead he felt himself being pulled in; literally sucked into the bully as David's lips rammed into his, furiously and passionately.

"Then we broke apart and he tried to come in for a second one," Kurt recounted, "but I pushed him away. I was scared, shocked, and confused. I didn't know what else to do. After that he slammed his fists into the locker and bolted out of the door."

"Wow…" Mercedes whispered.

"Yeah… I know now what he must've been going through and I feel bad for bringing Blaine into it. We confronted him on the staircase and he ran away," Kurt sighed. "In hindsight that really wasn't the best idea in the world. I kind of wanted to make him hurt after that; to make him feel as bad as I had when he was bullying me. Even after I came back to McKinley I thought about telling people, but once I saw that he was hurting… I realized no amount of pain that I could cause him would ever equal the pain he was causing himself. That's why I know he's not a bad person. No one wants to feel that pain."

The two rounded the corner and Kurt caught a glimpse of a streak of red disappearing into the choir room. He smiled to himself, remembering a moment he'd all but forgotten about and whispering to himself: "love is just around the corner…"

So, that's part 2! What did you guys think? Good? Bad? Meh? Please leave some feedback so I can keep getting better! I hope you guys keep reading! XOXO

~Jay