Kurt walked slowly down the corridors of McKinley High. A night of neglect, they called it. It was odd how the title of a show could bear many similarities to how he was feeling.
"Kurt?" He turned around and saw Blaine stood there. Suddenly all those feelings melted away.
"Oh, hi." He sighed.
"Are you alright?" Blaine asked, worriedly.
"I'm... I'm fine." Blaine knew his boyfriend better than that.
"No, you're not. You wanna be back here, don't you?" Kurt smiled a very tiny smile.
"Yeah. I guess."
"What are you two doing here?" They both spun around and were face to face with Karofsky. He glared at them in disgust. "Sprinkling some fairy dust along the corridors?"
"Funny. I can see a fair amount of fairy dust falling off you, David." Blaine proclaimed boldly.
"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked.
"Watch it, gay boy!" Karofsky was just about to smack them when Santana stormed around the corner.
Danni watched from a safe distance. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It made her feel sick. So Dave was a homophobe. Thank God she was out of THAT relationship. If you could even call it a relationship. Dave marched towards where she was and she stepped back fearfully. He didn't even see her. She followed him quietly until he stopped.
"You planning on tailing me all night, Danni?" She froze. She didn't dare to even breathe. "You can come out, you know." She stepped out of the shadows and felt herself trembling.
"Dave... I..."
"So now you know, huh?" She choked.
"You mean... you mean that you're...?" His eyes widened. So she DIDN'T know?
"Wha- I..." A hand flew up to her mouth.
"So that's why you weren't..."
"Please don't tell anyone." He pleaded. She shook her head.
"I... I won't."
He gave a weak looking smile and then walked away. She turned around and headed for the bathroom. She was in shock, and was a little confused.
She wasn't looking where she was going and she bumped into someone, who held her up so she didn't fall over. She looked up and her stomach flipped for a moment.
"Geez, you need to watch where you're going."
"Whatever, Puckerman." She tried her best to sound annoyed.
"What is your problem?" He snapped. He found himself glaring at the still small girl in his grasp. He just wanted her to admit that she still loved him. He knew she did. He could tell. The moment she'd looked at him when she hit him, he knew. There was a moment of genuine excitement there. He'd even felt it. But he was still angry that she was hiding her feelings. "I don't get it!"
"I don't get YOU!" She screamed. He pulled her into a nearby janitors closet.
"Pipe down! Everyone can hear you!"
"I don't care!"
"What happened to you?" His voice dropped to a low tone, and she was shocked at how furious he sounded. "You're not the person I remember."
"Neither are you. You... You disgust me, Puck. You're just a player who uses girls for sex." She hissed.
"Oh and I did that to you?" She tried to think of a response but she knew he was right. "Didn't think so." He stared into her big green eyes, which were wracked with distress, but at the same time, something was shining behind it all. "Why can't you admit that you still care about me?"
"Because I don't." Her response was instantaneous. He drew back from her.
"Alright. But I will get it out of you one day."
"Pfft." She scoffed. He smirked and then leaned to her height so their eyes were level with each other.
"Just watch me." He whispered, then turned and walked out of the janitors closet.
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