Authors Note: The reviews that I got were absolutely amazing. I honestly wasn't expecting people to like this and want a continuation. Yet here I find myself, sick in bed at 3:02am trying to push out another chapter. It's a tad more angsty than I thought it would be. Thanks to everyone who wanted another chapter and reviewed. You all make my inexperienced writers heart swell! Any ideas will be gladly accepted! And I don't own Glee, sadly enough.

Kurt's eyes widened suddenly at the thoughts that were churning through his mind. David had kissed him. Again. Suddenly his hands were shooting in front of him and pushing the larger male away from him. "What the fuck Karofsky?" he screamed.

David seemed to see the dawning realization on Kurt's face and took a step back. Because let's face it, the kid was scary when he was mad. He chewed on his lip, but the kiss was just plain amazing. "I didn't come out to the school." He muttered softly.

"What was that?"

"IsaidIdidn'tcomeouttotheschool."

"One more time?"

"I didn't come out to them."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and managed to look down his nose at the taller boy. "And why would you lie to me about that?" he asked, trying to hide the wounded feelings

"I didn't want anyone to know that I was a homo. I just wanted you back." He whispered.

"That's fucking lovely, isn't it Karofsky? You get the homo back to school and suddenly everything will be normal again. You can push me into lockers and threaten my life and all the other shit you've done to ruin my life!" he yelled.

"Don't push it, Hummel."

"Oh now where have I heard that one before?"

Dave took another step forward and Kurt suddenly feared that the other was going to punch him; he stiffened and braced himself for an attack that never came. He opened his eyes to see that Paul had walked in, looking shell shocked at his son. "David?"

Kurt pushed past the elder Karofsky, grabbing his bathroom bag. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll try not to spread the gay around anymore." He hissed.

Kurt was so much stronger than this. So much stronger than what Karofsky was trying to do to him. What the entire population of McKinley seemed to be trying to do to him. He was so much more than just 'That Gay Kid'. He was Kurt Hummel. Son of Elizabeth Hummel, the most wonderful woman in the world. A new wave of sadness washed over him, but the tears quickly joined with the spray from the shower and they were gone as quickly as they came.

What was Karofsky trying to do with him? His mind was sent reeling more times than he could possibly imagine. One moment the older male was threatening his life, and then next they were connected at the lips like magnets. Kurt truly honesty, hated it.

Except he didn't.

The kiss was amazing. There was no doubt about that. He felt something. But he wasn't going to just fall into the arms of the former bully as if it would be that easy. He hardly even knew Karofsky. He thought about what his best male friend, Blaine, always told him as he began to sing.

Courage.

"Never win first place, I don't support the team-""Kurt, are you in there? I wanna apologize."

"Every day I fight a war against the mirror. I can't take the person staring back at me. I'm a hazard to myself.""Kurt, please listen to me."

"So irritating. Don't wanna be my friend no more. I wanna be somebody else.""Who are you hiding from Kurt?"

"I wanna be somebody else…"

The next day was a little bit better. Karofsky got the point to not talk to him, but he still had to see the other male. He hardly had enough money to go on a trip. His credit card was for emergency purposes only. And he had no means of transportation.

Which left him at the mercy of David.

"Kurt, can we just talk?"

"Alright, David. What should we talk about?"

"How I'm an asshole."

Kurt let out a laugh and shook his head at the words. When had David turned into such a softie? Because it was seriously starting to scare him. Kurt rolled over onto his side so he could stare at the other male who lay facing him.

"What's you're deal, Dave?" he asked softly.

"I went to a therapist….after you transferred." He began slowly, as if any sudden movements or words would make the soprano run from the room. "They told me I was slightly bipolar." He paused to gauge Kurt's reaction, but the boy stayed smooth and content. Like porcelain. "I'm on medication now. But sometimes, I freak out."

Kurt nodded slowly, starting to understand just how Dave's brain was wired. He just did things sometimes that he had no control over. "Sometimes I panic." He spoke softly.

David looked at him as if he just confessed he'd had sex with a girl and liked it. "Uh, dude. We all know that. You freak when you get a spot on your shirt and turn into a total bitch."

Kurt decided to ignore the comment as he flattened the nonexistent wrinkles from his shirt. "I mean, like mini attacks. I get scared and I don't know what's going on. They're never really bad. But sometimes I just want to curl up for a little while and forget about the world."

Dave looked up to meet his gaze and gave a single nod before standing and leaving the room. Kurt turned back to his iPod and pressed the play button.

"I'm my own worst enemy. It's bad when you ignore yourself…"If that wasn't progress, he didn't know what was.