A/N: I'm glad you guys are enjoying this. Hugs and kisses full of love to my friend Xanjen for her wonderful fic. Also I am working on chapter three now, so don't kill me.

Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me. You'll Never Know belongs to Xanjen.

Don't Cry For Me

Two

Kurt felt better. Once he decided to check on Karofsky, the guilt eased just a bit, and he was able to breathe. Now he just had to figure out how to do it. There were a lot of ideas flowing through his head… He could just ask Finn, Mercedes, Rachel… any of the Gleeks how Karofsky was doing. That was probably the quickest way to find out. It was also the quickest way to the looney bin.

And they would all be suspicious. Mercedes especially would hound him until he had to tell her the whole story. Okay, next idea…

He could get Karofsky's contact information from Finn's phone. Even if Finn had it, and Kurt could get a peek at it, he didn't think that was the right way to go. Texting was too impersonal. He needed to see Karofsky in person. See for himself that the jock was okay. He wasn't desperate enough to go to his house either. Kurt wasn't suicidal.

At least it was Friday, and he was away from Blaine. Not that he didn't love being with Blaine. He did, of course. Blaine was his perfect boyfriend. But he was also too perceptive. Kurt just needed to fix this thing with Karofsky and then he could live happily ever after with Blaine. At that thought the sight of Dave holding the tearstained letter appeared in his mind. Why couldn't he just let it go?

He needed to focus. He was having difficulty coming up with the perfect plan, and that irked him. He always had a plan.

In the end, fate stepped in, and the opportunity just fell in his lap. Literally.

Kurt picked up the pamphlet and gave Carole a questioning look.

"What's this?"

McKinley Tournament was written in bold letters across the top. As he flipped through, he could see pages and pages of basketball players.

"Finn's playing tonight, and I thought you might want to go with us."

"I don't know… Carole," he replied. "I'm not a big basketball fan."

"All your old friends will be there…" She sighed. "Kurt, I'm worried about you. For the last two weeks you've been moping around the house. I thought you would be happy now that you and Blaine were together… what's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing," he said pasting a smile on his face.

"Then why are you crying?"

Kurt could feel the familiar tears on his face, then. They seemed to pop up unexpected. Half the time he didn't even realize he'd been crying.

Carole sat down next to him, placing an arm around his shoulders.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know…" And he did know. He really wanted to tell Carole what he was feeling. The truth was, he was just so ashamed. Ashamed that he knew of someone else's pain and had done nothing. Not that Karofsky deserved his help, but he was a human being. Carole especially would have wanted Kurt to do the right thing. He couldn't stand disappointing her. "I have to deal with this myself."

"Well, I'm here if you need me."

Kurt hugged her tightly. It felt so good. His dad was not the huggy-feely type, and he really needed this right now. "I promise, if I can't handle it, I'll come to you."

She smiled warmly at him. "Now about this game…"

"Kurt's coming to my game? Awesome!"

Kurt looked up at his stepbrother, about to decline when he realized several things. One- Finn looked really happy at the thought of Kurt going to his basketball game. Two-they would be going as a family and that made him feel good. Three-Dave might be on the basketball team.

He quickly thumbed through the program until he found the McKinley team. Searching the picture and the names he was disappointed to find that David Karofsky was not there. Maybe it wasn't a physical enough sport for him. That made him think of the kiss. Why couldn't he forget about that kiss?

"Kurt?"

He glanced up at Finn.

"You can bring Blaine if you want…"

"Blaine's busy tonight… but I would love to go to your game, Finn." He pushed away the guilt at lying to Finn. He'd already lied to his boyfriend. The other boy had wanted to do something together tonight. Kurt was now up to his eyeballs in guilt feelings. But as always, Karofsky won out. The jock could be laying in a ditch somewhere, too over come with sorrow to move. Kurt pushed that thought away, as well as his guilt for lying to those he loved.

Sometimes not being totally truthful was necessary.

As Kurt got ready for the game… what did one wear to watch basketball? … he devised his plan. Karofsky was bound to be there, even if he wasn't playing. He didn't even really need to talk to him. He just wanted to make sure the other boy was okay.

~#~

Kurt was bored… and disappointed. The game was almost over and there was no sign of Karofsky. He tried to stay interested… he cheered when others cheered, clapped excitedly when Finn made a basket. He knew that was a good thing. The rest of the time, he combed the crowd looking for his former bully. When the game was finally over, he gave up. At least now they could go home, and he could mope in his room.

He made his way to the court to congratulate Finn on their win. There was a crowd of people around all the players, so Kurt waited patiently for people to move out of his way.

A flash of red caught his eye, and he watched in amazement as Karofsky walked up to Finn and gave him a half-bro hug. What the hell?

"That was awesome, dude! Way to get those rebounds."

"Thanks, Dave," Finn said.

Kurt knew his mouth was open, but he couldn't help it. When had his brother and his bully become such good friends? He knew things had changed, but still.

And Karofsky … was smiling. He'd never really noticed his smile before. At that point Karofsky turned to leave and their eyes met. The jock's smile faded.

"Hummel…"

"Karofsky," he replied.

The potential of the moment was ruined by the arrival of Azimio. "Dude, you will never guess what just happened."

As Karofsky responded to his best friend, his face lit up again. "What? Tell me!"

They wandered off in their Neanderthal world, and Kurt was left feeling conflicted. Karofsky seemed okay, happy even. Kurt should be excited and ready to get on with his life. But he wasn't. In fact, for some odd reason, he found he was angry. Very angry.

Kurt pressed down on his growing rage and turned his attention to his brother, ignoring the other jocks. Carole and his dad had reached them and they all congratulated a smiling Finn.

"So are we ready to go now?"

Everyone just stared at him.

"What?" The looks they were giving him made him feel awkward. He touched his face unconsciously.

Finally Carole spoke. "Kurt, it's a tournament. There are several games left."

"But Finn's done, right? Why do we care about those other teams?"

"The team that wins this next game will play us tomorrow. I gotta watch it," Finn explained.

"Kurt do you want me to take you home?" Carole gave him a sympathetic look.

"No. It's fine. I just didn't realize." He smiled reassuringly at them. Kurt knew he should take Carole up on her offer. He needed to go home to think. That would be the safest thing to do. But he couldn't stop thinking about Karofsky and how happy he looked. As the anger boiled inside of him, It made him want to do the unthinkable.

He was going to confront Karofsky.