Hello, I'm back with another chapter!
Sorry about not updating sooner. September has been an eventful mouth for me to say the least. I lost my Grandpop, went to Disney for a week and then started my new job so needless to say I had very little time to write. But it's been almost a mouth so I wrote this chapter before work today (and a little bit afterwards). I hope you like it. It's not my best work and I'm not sure how I feel about it but it just kinda wrote itself so... lemme know what you think. Ignore any mistakes please.
I don't own Glee
Enjoy :)
"Of course, the day I came back everyone's homecoming crazy," Kurt rolled his eyes as the trio of friends walked down the hall. "And everyone's staring at me."
"Because they haven't seen how badass you are yet," Puck said. "You look hot."
"Keep it in your pants Puckerman." Kurt said, shoving the boy's shoulder playfully.
Quinn rolled her eyes at her friends antics and eyed a group of Cheerios that watched them as they walked by, whispering intensly to one another. She looked over at Kurt who seemed to notice too, a little smirk playing on his lips.
The three of them were a little worried that Kurt wouldn't be able to pull it off but so far so good. Given, the school day hasn't started yet but Kurt didn't cower in fear when they walked past the jocks coming in. If anything, the jocks looked a little intimidated by Kurt.
"Okay, now what?" Kurt asked when they reached Quinn's locker. "Do you guys skip class or something?"
"We usually do, seeing that we have glee club right after first," Quinn said. "But you don't have to if you don't wanna. You don't need to jeopardize your grades just to look badass."
"Nah, I have French first and Madame Avis adores me so I'll be fine."
"You're such a nerd Hummel, I can see why Anderson had a boner for you." Puck commented and Kurt shoved him again. He doesn't want to talk about Blaine.
"C'mon," Quinn said. "It's better if we get to the bleachers before the bell rings."
Kurt nodded and the trio headed out the back door to the bleachers. There was a few football players out on the field, tossing a ball back-and-forth, but they payed the three friends no mind as they slipped under the bleachers.
"So, what are you gonna do if Karofsky corners you?" Puck asked, taking a seat on the beat up old couch.
Kurt shrugged, thinking back to last night at the party. "I dunno. I guess I'll just say a sassy comment and then walk off."
"You really think that's gonna work?"
"Nope, but it's worth a shot."
"Remember, you know how to fight and you're somewhat jacked. Beat his ass." Puck said with a grin.
Kurt just shrugged, leaning against the fence behind the couch so that neither of his friends can see the worry on his face. Yeah he has a new look and he feels confident and yes, people left him alone but it won't stop Karofsky. The boy said so himself, Kurt's new look and friends aren't going to stop him. Kurt's still scared, how the hell can he take Karofsky in a fight? That's never gonna happen. He's gonna get his ass beat. Karofsky said so himself: he's a dead man walking.
Kurt let himself think about Blaine and what he would have to say about the situation. He already knows how he feels about Kurt's new friends but what about his look? How he changed just to stay safe for senior year. He wondered if Blaine's off with Sebastian, overjoyed with his New York friends and New York lifestyle.
He misses Blaine. He misses his best friend- the love of his life. He's losing them both to the city they both dreamed about living in together (with Rachel of course).
"You okay?" Quinn asked, turning around to face Kurt. "You seem lost in thought."
"I'm fine, just thinking about Blaine."
"You miss him, don't you?"
Kurt nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He thought about calling him but it always decides against it. The same thing goes for texting, he writes a message but deletes it. Kurt doesn't know if he'll be ready to talk to Blaine anytime soon. Maybe if he was to see him in person it would be different but he doubts that would ever happen.
"Why don't you just skip the drama and call him?" Puck asked, pulling out his phone. "Here, I'll call him for you."
"What, no. Don't do that!" Kurt said, pushing himself off the fence and went to grab the phone out of Puck's hand. Puck stood up and moved it out of reach. "What are you doing, Noah? Give me that phone."
"I'm calling Anderson," Puck said, holding his phone to his ear. "Since you won't do it, I will."
"How do you even have his number?" Quinn asked.
"Through glee club, duh."
"Puck, hang up or I'm gonna shave your mowhawk off," Kurt threatened, moving to grab the phone again and missing. "Puckerman!"
Puck looked over at him and smiled, holding up a finger telling him to wait. "Blaine? Hey it's Puck. Oh, nothing much… I'm just calling to say hey and that Kurt misses you. Yeah, he does, he just can't get over himself to call you. "
"Puck, I swear to god I'm gonna shave your head." Kurt said in a hushed yell, looking at Quinn for help- who only shrugged.
Kurt watched in horror when Puck took the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker.
"Sorry, I'm kinda confused," Came Blaine's voice from the other end, making Kurt freeze mid movement. "What's going on?"
"Just a conversation bro," Puck said.
"But you never call me."
"I know, but I want to see how New York is treating ya."
"Oh, it's good I guess. I've made some friends, my classes are good."
"Do you miss Kurt?" Puck asked bluntly.
"I-what- yes?" Blaine said, baffled. He was quiet for a moment before speaking. "What's this really phone call about?"
"Can't I call a fellow glee clubber?" Puck mocked offense.
"No, you can, but Kurt's there isn't he? Why are you asking me all these questions?" He sighed. "Did he make you do this?"
"No reason, just curious and no, of course not."
"Yeah, okay. Tell him to call me when he really wants to talk. You're just wasting my time."
Kurt glared at Puck and then at Quinn, who was smirking at him. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag, heading towards the opening. He heard Puck say something about him leaving and then asking Blaine if he's there.
What the hell is Puck's problem? Why the hell would he do that? He knows that Kurt doesn't want to talk to Blaine right now and yet he goes and calls him. And Blaine thinks that Kurt made him do it? Please, like Kurt would ever need someone else to call Blaine for him. Kurt needs to get over himself? No, it's Blaine who needs to get over himself.
When Kurt reached the doors that the three of them came out of him, he huffed in annoyance when it wouldn't open. He glared around at the field, the football players still doing whatever the hell they were doing. Kurt walked away from the door and headed to another one not that far off. It opened when he pulled on the handle but he stopped cold when he saw where it lead to, and who was in it.
It was the boys locker room and standing in the middle, closing his locker, was Dave Karofsky.
"What was that about?" Sebastian asked Blaine when he hung up the phone.
"I don't know," Blaine sighed, sitting back in his chair. "It was Puck, one the people Kurt's hanging out with now, and it was just a stupid phone call."
"What did he say?"
"That Kurt misses me," Blaine said quietly.
"Okay, why don't you seem more happy by this? Kurt misses you. You should call him yourself and talk to him."
"If he can't even call me himself why should I call him?"
"Maybe he didn't know Puck was gonna do it. Do you if he really was there when Puck called or are you just assuming he was?"
"I heard him, he was whispering but I heard him," Blaine said. "And Puck was yelling after him and Quinn was scolding him or something, the whole thing was a mess."
Sebastian nodded, looking around the apartment. "I think you should call him though, it may help."
"I don't think that's a good idea, he won't answer."
"Oh my god Blaine, get over yourself and call him."
"Why would I? He's a totally different person now. He has pink hair and wears leather jackets. He parties and skips class…that's not the Kurt I know."
"Just try," Sebastian picked up Blaine's phone and scrolled through his contacts. "He only just changed, he doubt he's that far gone."
"Blarg, fine," Blaine said, grabbing his phone from the other boy. "Between you, Rachel and Tina I swear."
Sebastian just smiled and watched as Blaine put his phone to his ear and waited for it to dial.
Blaine chewed on his thumb nail, nervous for Kurt to answer. He wasn't surprised when Kurt didn't pick up by the third ring. He was getting ready to hang up when the ring was cut off and there was noise coming from the other end.
"Stay away from me! I don't want you near me." Came Kurt's voice. He sounded mad and scared, his voice shaking.
"You know I can't do that Hummel. You're the one who keeps bugging me. Crushing on me now instead of Anderson?" Said Karofsky and Blaine's heart stopped.
Kurt laughed dryly. "Please, like I would ever crush on you. Get over yourself.." Kurt trailed off and the sound of lockers slamming and someone running sounded. Slamming sounded a little later and the other line was quiet.
Blaine looked over at Sebastian with wide eyes, not knowing what he just heard. Sebastian sent him a confused look, mouthing 'what's happening' over to him and Blaine shrugged, not knowing himself.
A moment later, the sound of panting and muffled cries sounded and Blaine broke his silence.
"Kurt?" He asked into the phone.
Kurt stood there, frozen in fear, until he remember what Puck and Quinn taught him. He's not the cowardly overly dressed kid anymore. He's tough, he's powerful, he's a badass. Karofsky stood where he was too, watching Kurt intently before it seemed like he remembered that he's suppose to say something.
"What are you doing in here Hummel? This is the boys locker room," Karofsky smirked. "The girl's one is next door."
Kurt glared and headed towards the door. "What's your deal Karofsky?" He asked over his shoulder, stopping and turning back to face the boy. "Why do you hate me so much?"
"You mean besides that fact that you're coming in here to take a peek on my junk? Nothing."
"You're not my type, ham hock."
"That right?" Karofsky asked, looking mad.
"Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty."
Karofsky moved closer, slamming his locker shut. Kurt refused to keep leaving, despite the fact that his mind was screaming at him to run.
"Don't push me, Hummel." Karofsky threatened, his hands clenching into fists and he got in Kurt's face.
"What are you gonna do hit me?" Kurt asked, his phone ringing a moment later.
He reached into his pocket and answered it, not knowing who was on the other end. He wants someone to hear this, someone to know what's going on if something got out of hand.
Karofsky stepped closer, their faces inches apart. The bigger boy was fuming, his face red with anger while Kurt watched him cooly. Kurt watched as Karofsky unclenched his fists and he glanced down at his lips. Kurt's eyes widened when Karofsky grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips against his.
Kurt reacted almost immediately, pushing the bigger boy away and backing up. He started at him in horror before glaring coldly at him when he went to move closer.
"Stay away from me! I don't want you near me." Kurt demanded.
"You know I can't do that Hummel, you're the one who keeps bugging me. Crushing on me now instead of Anderson? That's cute."
"Please, like I would ever crush on you. Get over yourself, clearly you're the one with the crush." Kurt spat back before heading towards the door. He walked a little faster, yanking the door open and letting it slam shut behind him.
Kurt ran down the hall to the closet boys bathroom. He locked himself in a stall and leaned against the door. He listened for any movement for a minute, catching his breath, before letting himself cry.
Some badass he is.
Why did Karofsky kiss him? Karofsky kissed him. He has to tell someone, but who? Puck and Quinn will just beat Karofsky's ass, as would Finn and his dad. Tina and Sam would just tell Mr. Schue and then Mr. Schue would tell Figgins and that would out Karofsky. Yes, he deserves it but Kurt isn't going to out him to the whole school. It's the perfect revenge but it's too nasty for Kurt, too dirty.
He let out a sob and covered his mouth, afraid someone might hear him. It was quiet, his muffled cries the only thing he could hear until he heard his name faintly coming from his pants pocket. Kurt weakly fished it out of his pocket and his heart dropped at the name that was on the screen.
Blaine was the one who called. Blaine heard the entire thing. Blaine could probably hear him crying.
Shit.
"Kurt?" Blaine's voice came again and the boy in question took a deep breath.
He could tell Blaine, he would know what to do. He wouldn't react harshly or tell someone else. Blaine's his best friend even if they are fighting right now. He can tell Blaine, he needs to tell Blaine.
Kurt took a deep breath and put his phone to his ear as Blaine called his name again. He closed his eyes and let himself feel welcomed by the sound of his best friends and crushes voice.
"B-Blaine?" He asked'
"Kurt? Kurt! Is everything okay? What was that all about?" Blaine asked. "Kurt, are you crying?"
Kurt didn't mean to break down but he feels so dirty. He needs to get out of here, he needs to go home and never return. He needs to see Blaine's face.
"Yeah… Yeah I am and no, I'm not okay," Kurt said thickly. "Are you busy? I really need to talk to you but I wanna see your face. Can we Skype?"
"Of course we can but aren't you at school?"
"I'm ditching. I can't be here, not right now." Kurt said, unlocking the bathroom stall and headed towards the door, not caring if his fellow peers see him in the state.
"Text me when you're home and ready okay? I don't want you driving and talking to me. Too many distractions." Blaine in gently.
"Okay." Kurt said quietly before they exchanged goodbyes.
The pink haired boy rushed out of school and to his car, not caring who saw him. He's sure Quinn and Puck are gonna have questions for him but he doesn't care about the either. He doesn't care about anything. He just wants to get home and talk to Blaine.
Once he reached his car, Kurt wasted no time sitting and reflecting on what happened. He tossed his bag in the passenger seat and sped out of the parking lot towards his house.
Yes, I know Kurt wasn't very badass in the chapter but give it time, it'll work out. Sadly he'll grow form this and become a badass. Next chapter is going to be the Skype call. Do the boys talk it out and fix everything? Stay tuned ;)
I'm thinking this story is gonna be 10 chapters long. I'm not sure where it's going but I do see an end- just stick with me (I'll give you cookies).
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Until next time...!