So I'm not really sure where this came from but it's here nonetheless. This is the first thing I've written in quite a long time, and I know it's not very great, so please trying to cut me a little slack haha. Hope you enjoy! And of course I don't own Glee, which is a good thing, trust me.

Gave the rating I did for language and mentions of assault. Figured it's better to be safe than sorry.

Dave Karofsky stood at McKinley's dumpster with Kurt Hummel's arm in his grasp, surrounded by jocks.

"Come on, can't we just skip today? My schedule is totally free tomorrow," the small boy tried to bargain.

The Hummel kid actually thought he was gonna get out of his dumpster toss for the day.

"Nope, can't do that."

"Can you at least throw me in on my left side? I have bruises, and the right will feel like I'm getting stabbed."

He couldn't help his laugh, "what would you know about being stabbed?"

Hummel's chin dropped to his chest and his shoulders drooped. No. No way!

"What the fuck? You're lying." The small boy's head shook. "Here?" He got a nod. "Who? Who did it?" He received another head shake. He ran his eyes around his fellow jocks and ultimately landed on a wide receiver named Jackson. His face couldn't light up more if you told him Christmas came early and school was closed forever. "Jackson, come here!" Kurt's wide eyes flew up to meet his and he started shaking. He, surprisingly, softly passed the pale kid off to his pal Azimio.

When Jackson reached him with a, "'sup dude" he grabbed him by the lapels of his letterman jacket and slammed him against the dumpster. The sound of the air leaving the boy and the bang of his body meeting metal made the assembled jocks jump.

"The fuck, dude? You're supposed to be throwing the little fairy in!"

Slamming his body against metal again he called, "Michaels, come grab his legs." When the other boy hesitated he yelled, "I said grab them!" Knowing better than to piss the big guy off further, he ran over and grabbed the wiggling jock's legs. Michaels with the legs and Karofsky with the arms, they proceeded to swing the body up and into the dumpster. He waited a moment before saying, "come on out, Jackson."

The jock hopped out, brushing his clothes off as he landed on asphalt. What he wasn't expecting was for Karofsky to grab him and slam him against the dumpster again. "Fuck! Seriously, man, what is your problem?!"

"You stabbed him? For real?" he asked, getting in the boy's face.

"Is there a point to this, Karofsky?" He seriously has no clue, does he?

"Dumpster tosses, slushies, locker slams? Those are one thing. Knifing someone? How are you not in prison?"

"Like anyone would believe the little fairy over me."

He finally looked back over to the small Glee kid who's eyes were impossibly large and a look of absolute astonishment on his face. "How's he still here, Hummel?"

The smaller boy looked to his feet and softly said, "at the hospital I told them it was an accident. Something about a rush of people and getting knocked around. It was something incredibly stupid, but they didn't push it."

"See, the little fag knew to keep his mouth shut." Jackson just couldn't shut up. What an idiot.

Karofsky slammed him again to shut him up. "Shut it! You realize you should be in juvie right now? Wait, you're 17, so you should really be in lockup with your girlfriend Bernard. What the fuck is your problem?"

Jackson looked at him like he was stupid. "My problem is the same as everyone else's: his faggoty self is strutting around spreading his disgusting fairy dust everywhere."

"Please don't tell me you actually think that gayness is contagious. Are you seriously that stupid?"

"Dude, everyone messes with him for that - "

"Don't worry about my reasons for what I do. Even if you have an issue with someone being gay, you don't go around assaulting them! Because I'm sure you didn't get the message, but what you did is assault. It's a fucking hate crime! Do you know how much time you'd get for that? You did that and Hummel still saved your ass! Dude, come here." Karofsky grabbed the idiot jock and dragged him to stand in front of the singer. "Hummel, I think you earned yourself a free hit. Hit him and don't worry about any consequences. There won't be any."

Karofsky didn't think it was possible, but the kid's eyes widened further than before. "I… um… I don't believe in violence," he mumbled.

Jackson snorted, "this is bullshit Karofsky. Besides, the fairy ain't gonna do shit." The words barely left his mouth when he grunted loudly and fell to the ground. Kurt Hummel had just kicked him in the nuts. He cringed. Something like that always hurts, but the kid was the kicker on the football team, so that had to have only made it worse.

"Az, help me get him up." Karofsky grabbed the fallen boy's left arm and Azimio the right, and propped him against the dumpster. "Here's what's gonna happen now," Karofsky stated to the hurting boy, but he pitched his voice so the entire crowd of jocks heard him too. "You will never lay a hand on Hummel again. You won't even breathe near him. You see him in the hall, you look down and keep walking or you turn around and walk in the other direction. He is completely off limits. You got me?" When the boy didn't so much as grunt he shook his body. "Is that understood?"

"Fine! Fucktard."

Karofsky looked into the face of each jock present and made sure they understood. He took in Hummel's red face and added, "and his little Gleek friends too." He wasn't prepared for the giant smile Kurt Hummel sent his way. He'd never received a positive look from the boy. He cocked his head at Hummel, "let's go. Leave this dipshit here." The assembled group turned as one toward the school, Kurt placed between Karofsky and Azimio.

"So who are we supposed to mess with now?" some jock in the back questioned.

Dave shrugged, "find Jewfro or something. I don't care." The jocks traded smirks and took off.

The walk to Kurt's locker was silent, but not without stares. People knew better than to question the bigger boys.

Kurt opened his locker mindlessly and mumbled, "this cannot be happening. This has gotta be a dream."

Az and Dave shared a chuckle. "It happened," replied Azimio. Kurt's eyes widened once again, shifting looking between the two jocks. Does he realize he resembles Bambie when he does that? And how big do they get? They almost look like they're gonna fall out of his head.

"Hey! What are you two hair-brained meatheads doing to my boy?! Get away from him!" a loud voice hollered.

"'Cedes…" Kurt said fondly.

Mercedes Jones placed a hand on each jock's chest and pushed them back from the smaller male. "No, Kurt, I got this. What the hell is going on here?" Her gaze swung around to each guy.

Kurt gently placed his hand on his girl's arm, "'Cedes, Azimio here was just telling me that he was hoping to escort you to class this morning." Karofsky couldn't keep the smirk off his face, greatly enjoying the look of astonishment on his boy and the chocolate diva's faces. Az always had the hots for the girl.

"Whaa?" Mercedes was lost.

"Azimio?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow at the guy, silently urging him to speak up.

Az cleared his throat, "may I walk you to class Miss Jones?" he asked, presenting her with his elbow.

"Um…sure. Sure? Sure." She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. She looked at her boy, "Boo?"

He shot her a grin and a wink. "It's okay, girl. We'll chat at lunch."

"O-okay…" The two teenagers slowly took off down the hall.

Karofsky and Hummel shared knowing grins and a chuckle.

"He's had a thing for her for forever," Dave stated.

"She's always said he'd be perfect if only he wasn't such a complete douche-nozzle," Kurt blurted.

Dave nodded with a smile as the smaller boy closed his locker. He presented his own elbow this time, "walk with you to class?"

He won't lie to himself and say that the blush that bloomed on Kurt's face wasn't cute because it totally was. Kurt very gently placed his hand on the larger arm, "sure."

This day wasn't going anything like any of them imagined. Not at all.