Kurt walked the halls of McKinley High in a daze, having had little sleep the night before. He'd gladly been able to spare himself the embarrassment of repeating an outfit, thanks to the "spare" he kept in his bag in case of slushy attacks. I'm lucky I wasn't slushied yesterd-
As if on cue, a herd of football players rounded the corner, cups of bright red slush in hand. Letterman-clad harbingers of the apocalypse. How dramatic.
"Mornin', lady boy!" Azimio shouted. Kurt closed his eyes, bracing himself for the icy sting, the humiliation- Gaga, what am I gonna wear now?- but it never came.
A shocked scream caused him to open his eyes, revealing the back of a letterman jacket, its' owners arms outstretched in front of him. What the-
"What the hell, Karofsky?" Azimio shouted. "You're on Team Gay now?"
"Come on, guys...I can't...can't do this right now, okay? My dad'll kill me."
"Whatever, man. You're soft." The jocks began retreating.
Dave turned around to face Kurt, who looked up, shocked, at the jock's slushy-covered face and jacket. "K-Karofsky" he stammered. "Come on, I'll help you clean up." To his surprise, Dave followed him, seemingly surprised by his own actions.
In the boys' bathroom, Kurt handed Dave a damp paper towel. "Here. No, don't do that!" he scolded the taller boy, who was licking the slushy from his face.
"Just...hold still." Kurt bit his lip, blushing as he gently wiped Dave's face, dabbing at his eyes.
Dave made a pained noise and jumped back. "That HURTS!"
"Well, if you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!"
Dave bristled. "You shouldn't have been in that room last night, Hummel."
"You should learn to control your temper!" Kurt responded. When Dave looked down, defeated, he continued. "Now, hold still. This might sting a little."
Kurt helped Dave wipe the rest of the slushy off his face- thankfully, very little had gotten on the jacket. "By the way, thank you for...saving me out there."
Dave looked up at Kurt, seemingly taken aback by his thanks. "You're welcome" he replied.