Chapter 33: Kissed
Kurt made his way to the lunch room. On the way, he took his phone out of his pocket and reread the message from Blaine. He smiled as he stopped and stared at the text.
That's when it happened.
It was happened to fast to prevent.
Karofsky smacked Kurt's phone out of his hands and shoved Kurt into the lockers, his phone hitting the floor and his back ricocheted into the steel doors behind him. Kurt watched as Karofsky walked backwards and smirked, giving a satisfied nod as he turned away and kept walking, heading for the locker room. A girl at her locker beside Kurt watched in shock, looking back at Karofsky and Kurt.
Kurt stood still for a second, remembering Blaine's words.
Flashback Starts
"Confront him. Call him out."
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
Flashback Ends
Kurt decided enough was enough, and shoved off the locker, not even bothering to pick up his phone from the hall floor.
"Hey!" Kurt chases after Karofsky. The girl that had been watching at her locker watched Kurt run after Karofsky, before picking up Kurt's phone.
Kurt slammed open the locker room door and yelled:
"I am talking you!"
"Girls' locker room is next door." Karofsky said, taking his gear out of his gym locker without looking at Kurt.
"What is your problem?" Kurt snapped at Karofsky, storming over to the bigger teen.
"'Scuse me?" Karofsky said, turning and glaring at Kurt.
"What are you so scared of?" Kurt said, getting in Karofsky's face.
"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" Karofsky said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh yeah, every straight guy's nightmare, that all us gays are out to secretly molest and convert you." Kurt snapped again. "Well guess what, Hamhock? You're not my type!"
Karofsky jerked upright to face Kurt from putting his sneakers on the bench.
"That right?" Karofsky said, taking a slight step towards Kurt.
"Yeah. I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty!" Kurt said fiercely.
Karofsky holds up his fist.
"Do not push me, Hummel." He growled through clenched teeth.
Kurt looks at Karofsky's raised fist.
"You gonna hit me? Do it." He dared.
Karofsky gets angrier.
"Don't push me!" Karofsky snarled, slamming his locker door shut in hopes to scare Kurt.
"Hit me, 'cause it's not gonna change who I am." Kurt said. "You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!" Kurt's voice got louder.
"THEN GET OUTTA MY FACE!" Karofsky pointed to the door and yelled through his clenched jaw.
"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!" Kurt shouted, jabbing a finger in Karofsky's face. Kurt had no time to react after his last few words because Karofsky grabbed his face and crushed his lips to Kurt's; rubbing their lips together roughly as his large hands splayed over Kurt's face and the back of his head.
"MMMUUUAHH!" Karofsky said, breaking the kiss, Kurt's eyes and mouth opened in shock, the hand he had been pointing in Karofsky's face now curled into a fist in front of his chest.
Karofsky whimpered and went to kiss Kurt again, his hands still touching Kurt's neck. Karofsky never got the chance to kiss Kurt again, though, because Kurt shoved him away. Kurt backed away from Karofsky, his hand curled over his lips in shock and fear.
Karofsky breathes heavily as he looked at Kurt, before hitting the locker in frustration with both his hands; upset by Kurt's rejection.
"URGH!" Karofsky stormed out in a mix of emotions and sniffling, looking at Kurt as he passed the smaller boy on his way to the door.
As Karofsky slammed the door open and let it slam shut behind him, Kurt leaned on the locker, his eyes still wide open and his hand still curled over his open mouth, his lips quivering.
'Karofsky just kissed me. Why did I let him do that? What would Sam think of me if he knew? Oh, no, Sam...I just betrayed him by having Karofsky kiss me! What am I going to do, what am I going to do, what am I going to do...'
A million thoughts ran through Kurt's head as he slipped to the floor, tears pouring down his cheeks from Karofsky's assault. He could still feel the weight of Karofsky's lips on his, crushing his chapped lips to Kurt's soft ones, rubbing them together roughly...his hands gripping Kurt's face in his meaty hands, holding him in place.
'And I didn't even try to stop him until he tried to kiss me a second time.' Kurt sobbed, burying his face in his knees, and rocking himself back and forth on the locker room floor.
Sam walked into the cafeteria, and looked around for his boyfriend. The smile he had on his face dropped though when he couldn't spot his man anywhere. Sam spotted Puck sitting with Finn, Mike and Artie and made his way over.
"You guys seen Kurt?" He asked, leaning over the table.
"No, not since class let out." Finn said. "Why?"
"We were supposed to meet here, but he isn't here at all." Sam said.
"Have you texted him?" Mike asked. "Maybe he got caught up doing something."
"He would have called me or messaged to let me know." Sam said, shooting a text to his boyfriend. He waited a minute, but there was no reply.
"He replies right away. And he isn't." Sam said, his brow furrowing, looking at the message. "He hasn't even read it."
"Try calling, yo." Artie said.
Sam dialed Kurt's number, but the phone just rang and went to the machine.
"There's no answer." Sam tried again, but again, it went to machine. "He never let's it go to the machine. Something's wrong."
"Let's go look for him." Finn stood up. "Each of us take a floor. Sam, I'll go with you, we can check the Auditorium. Mike, you and Artie check around the library; Puck, check the ground floor. Everyone try calling Kurt and see if he answers. Keep an ear out for your ringtones, it'll let you know if he's near."
Everyone split up, and kept an ear out for their ringtones.
"Where could he be?" Sam asked Finn as they searched the whole floor, including the Auditorium.
"I don't know. Even I know he wouldn't disappear without telling someone where he was going."
Sam sat in a chair in the Auditorium and put his head in his hands.
"I just know something bad has happened to him." He said.
"How?" Finn asked, sitting beside his friend.
"I don't know how to explain it." Sam said, turning to look at Finn. "I feel a connection between us, the kind you hear about twins having? When one is in trouble the other feels it. The same with pain. When I upset Kurt a few days ago, I felt his pain. It felt like a stab of betrayal. And I feel him now. He's upset, scared. But I don't know why or where the Hell he is!"
As Finn tried to comfort his friend, his phone rang.
"You found him? Where?" Finn said, and Sam yanked his head up.
"Yeah, we'll be right there." Finn said, hanging up the phone.
He looked at an expectant Sam.
"Puck found him."
Puck had wandered around near the hallway leading to the gym and tried Kurt's cell again. He hadn't been hearing anything until then.
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight
You better run for your life!
Puck jerked his head around and spotted a girl holding a phone and looking miserable with her friend. Puck strode over to her.
"Is that your ringtone?" He asked.
"No, it's not even my phone." She said. "It keeps ringing with different songs, and I know it's not my place to answer someone else's phone."
"Whose phone is it?" Puck demanded.
"Some boy's. It was slapped out of his hand by this guy, and he chased after the guy without picking it up."
"Where did this guy go?" Puck said. If it was Kurt, he needed to know.
"He went off that way." The girl pointed down the hall. "He went around that corner."
"Give me the phone." The girl handed it over.
"Who was the guy that made the other guy drop his phone?"
"I don't know, some jock, I think."
Puck made his way in the direction the girl had pointed out.
He rounded the corner, but didn't see anything. Puck was about to leave when he heard sobbing. Despite not being one for tears, he followed the sound to the boys' locker room and pushed open the door.
He stopped and blanched, seeing Kurt crying his eyes out on the floor. He was rocking himself back and forth, his face buried in his knees.
"What the fuck, Hummel?" Puck strode over and crouched down. "What's wrong? Why the fuck you bawling like a baby?"
He tried to touch Kurt, but Kurt swung his arm out and went to hit Puck. He almost succeeded, if it hadn't been for Puck's quick reflexes. He quickly caught Kurt's fist in his hand and gripped hard.
"You try to hit me again, I WILL hit you back, even if you are my friend." Puck warned, releasing the fist in his hand.
Kurt just looked at Puck before turning his head away.
"Hummel, what's wrong with your neck and face?" Puck said, noticing marks on his friend that looked like bruises starting.
"It's nothing." Kurt said, backing up as Puck tried to move forward.
"It's not nothing! Did someone grab you?" He demanded. Kurt shrunk away from him. "You better tell me."
"No! Just leave me alone!" Kurt tried to scramble to his feet and bolt for the door, but Puck yanked his leg, making him fall.
"You're not going anywhere!" Puck dragged Kurt back to him and held his arm as he pulled out his phone to call Finn.
"Hey, I found him. Yeah, boys-WILL YOU STAY STILL?-boys locker room. Tell the ot-STOP FIGHTING ME! FOR FUCK SAKES, HUMMEL, YOU BETTER NOT TRY TO BITE ME AGAIN! Hudson, get the guys and get your asses here. I may have to sit on this guy if you don't hurry up!"
Puck locked his phone and slipped it into his pocket.
"Hummel, stop trying to break my grip. I'm a lot stronger than you."
"Puck, would you just let me go!" Kurt managed to kick at Puck, but Puck grabbed his leg and pulled him off balance, so he fall on his back.
Kurt tried to get up, but Puck jumped on him, straddling his waist. He pinned Kurt under him, pressing his weight onto the smaller boy. When Kurt tried to hit at him, Puck just grabbed his wrists and held tight.
"URGH!" Kurt said, thrashing under the mohawk boy.
"Geez, you're just like a girl! Stop moving or I'm gonna get horny and turned on!" Puck said, holding down a still struggling Kurt. True to his word, despite being a hundred percent straight, Puck started to get aroused.
"Damn it, Hummel, look what you've done!" Puck shifted his weight, trying to ignore his raging boner. Now he had to go find Santana, and hope she could relieve some of his sexual tension Kurt created with his squirming.
"We're here!" Finn, Sam, Artie and Mike came in to see Puck on Kurt.
"Puck, what are you doing?!" Mike said.
"The guy kept trying to run out! I had to sit on him to keep him here. Little Dude has bruises starting from someone grabbing his face, and he won't say who did it!" Puck said indignantly. "And on top of it, his moving like a girl under me has me turned on, so now I gotta go take care of this!" Puck let go of one of Kurt's wrists and he gestured to the bulge under his jeans.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Kurt roared.
"Puck, off him. We'll take care of it." Sam said.
"Fine by me." Puck got off of Kurt.
"Just so you know, and no offense, Dude," Puck said to Sam. "If I were into guys, I'd be having you're boyfriend take care of the problem he created for me." He gestured to his hard cock again, before heading out to find Santana. Puck stopped at the door.
"Oh, by the way, here's his phone." He handed it to Finn and left.
The boys turned to Kurt, who scooted back so he was sitting against the gym lockers.
"Kurt, Baby, what happened?" Sam asked softly, slowly easing over to Kurt.
"Sam, just leave me alone!" Kurt said, shying away from his boyfriend.
"Kurt, we just want to help." Artie said, wheeling forward.
"Let me see your face." Sam tried to turn Kurt's face towards him, but Kurt shoved him back and hurried to his feet.
"Just leave me alone! How hard is that to understand?!" Kurt dashed for the door, grabbing his phone out of Finn's hand and bolting away.
The group chased after him, but were too late. They got to the parking lot in time to see Kurt peeling out in a hurry.
"Dammit!" Sam said.
"What could have caused this?" Mike asked.
"I don't know. But we better find out soon." Artie said, watching Finn try to comfort a dejected looking Sam.
