A/N: Special treat... getting two updates in one day! Chapter four will probably be out tomorrow. Working on it now.

Don't Cry For Me

Three

Finn, Carole, and his dad were all settled back in the stands when Kurt set his new plan in motion. At this point it was easy to pick out the two jocks, and Kurt realized why he had such a difficult time during the game. He hadn't looked on the other side of the gymnasium. It was full of fans for the opposing team. The jock's were talking to the cheerleaders, obviously hitting on them. He rolled his eyes. Real classy.

Kurt kept his distance, hoping to have a chance to get Karofsky alone. Somehow that just sounded wrong ... and dangerous. But Kurt was on a mission and nothing was going to stop him.

He moved a little closer, pretending to scan the crowd for someone.

"Dude, you should totally go with us! I think her friend likes you…"

"I want to, Az, really, but I have to get home. My mom grounded me because of that party last weekend. She said I could go to the game but nowhere else. If I get caught, I lose my truck."

"She's totally worth it though…"

"No chick is worth losing my truck over."

As Kurt listened to the exchange he wondered if Karofsky would risk losing his truck over him… then chastised himself for even going there. He turned around to watch them through the crowd.

"Your loss," Azimio said, leading the cheerleader out.

Karofsky smiled shaking his head as he walked in the other direction. Kurt followed as discretely as he could. The other boy led him toward a deserted area of the school, away from the noise and people. Kurt felt a little anxious, but he had his anger to boost his nerve.

As the noise faded away, he realized that Karofsky was humming. Humming! Instead of making Kurt feel better it just fueled his anger.

He quickly caught up with Karofsky and yelled.

"Karofsky!"

The jock turned with a surprised look on his face. "Kurt? What are you doing?"

"We need to talk."

"Okay…? Geesh you look pissed."

"Your powers of observation astound me; I think there is a brain in there somewhere…" Kurt couldn't help egging him on. What he was hoping for, even he didn't know.

"I didn't do anything, okay? I've been good and I stayed away from you so just back off…"

"Really?" Kurt interrupted with a snort. "Weren't you just at Dalton two weeks ago?"

There was a moment of silence before Karofsky answered in a defiant tone. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"And what about that note?"

"Doesn't ring a bell, sorry," he said quickly, starting to turn away.

Perfect. This was how it was going to go. He was going to deny everything. Didn't he realize Kurt had proof?

"Look…before you say anything or run away or call security or something, let me talk…"

"Why would I …?" Karofsky turned around, and stopped, staring at Kurt in shock.

"I just wanted to say…I'm really sorry. I know I'm not some Shakespeare with words…"

Karofsky held up his hand to stop Kurt's flow of words. His words.

"Just shut up, okay?" he said. He rubbed the back of his neck, before turning to Kurt once again.

'You read it?" he asked quietly. He didn't sound mad… just uneasy.

"It was addressed to me," Kurt said.

"You know… whatever. You got your apology then. Just leave me the hell alone."

Kurt was afraid he would just walk away. He couldn't. Not when Kurt still didn't have any answers.

"I want you to say it. Out loud."

Karofsky glared at him, and Kurt found he was glad the smile seemed to be permanently gone from his face.

"Finding a crumpled note is not the same as hearing an apology." Kurt stared back at him. He was not going to back down, and the sooner the jock knew it, the better.

"Fine, Kurt. I apologize. I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you. Even pulling your hair in kindergarten…. Or maybe especially pulling your hair in kindergarten since that could have been the start of this whole damn thing."

"What about the kiss? Are you sorry for that, too?"

"I'm not doing this, Kurt. You read the letter. You know how sorry I am. I know you want to torture me, and maybe I deserve it. But now I'm just done. So unless there's something else you want…"

"I want to know why you're so happy…" He hadn't meant to say it, but it just slipped out.

"Is that what this is all about? I'm happy? What did you expect, Kurt? That I would be so depressed seeing you kiss pretty boy that I would kill myself? Or go into a major depression? Is that what you were hoping for Kurt?

"I was worried, okay? I saw the tearstains on the note… I thought … " He couldn't finish. He knew that he was moments away from crying again.

"Worried? That was two weeks ago, Kurt. You couldn't have been too worried."

Kurt felt the guilt stab at him again. Why was he doing this to himself? Karofsky was fine. He just needed to go.

"You want to know what I think, Kurt? I think you like the attention of someone pining after you. Suddenly I'm happy and you can't stand it. That's just sick…"

"That's not it! I was worried. I just didn't know what to do. I thought you …" Kurt shook his head. "I wasted two weeks of my life thinking about you… I couldn't focus on anything else… and you were having the time of your life."

"Welcome to my world, Kurt. Two weeks is nothing. Try two years. Maybe longer. But I'm done thinking about you. So you can just go back to your preppy boyfriend and leave me the hell alone."

"I can't… I…" Kurt didn't know how to explain it. He didn't understand it, so how could he explain it. This need… this want… for something.

"What? Kurt… what do you want from me?" Karofsky glared at him fiercely. Daring Kurt. Those hazel eyes tormenting him.

What did Kurt want? it was hard to think with the jock looking at him like that. But then suddenly he knew… He wasn't sure how Karofsky would react. Kurt looked up at him, his chin raised defiantly.

"I want you to kiss me."