"David, honey, I am going to Best Buy and then to get some ice cream, wanna come?"

"Hellz yeah!" Karofksy called back to his mom from his place on the couch. Hearing Best Buy and ice cream was all he needed to hear to get up off his ass. However, if he had took a second more to think about it, he would have realized that his mom going to these places was extremely suspicious. It wasn't a very mom like thing to do.

Sitting in the car, all buckled up, Karofsky instantly took to texting Azimio instead of paying attention to the car ride. Their conversation pretty much went like this:

'sup.'

'sup. Wat up?'

'nothing much,u?'

'nothing'

'cool'

'yup.'

'ya.'

There was almost no point to their conversation… ok, there was literally no point to their conversation, but he still enjoyed texting him. Who wanted to sit in the car and actually stare out the window? Besides, half of their conversations over texts turned out this way, so it was familiar to him and he liked that familiarity. A few more 'brilliant' words were exchanged between them before he finally felt the car come to a halt. A resulting look of horror crossed his face.

"Mom…Mom…this is Bed Bath & Beyond!" He told her frantically as though she had made a mistake, because as far as he was concerned she had. A huge one.

"Hell yeah it is!" She replied, an echo of his words earlier. With a sly smile on her face, she crawled out of the car, expecting Dave to do the same and follow her inside.

"So I was thinking of getting more bowls and such for the kitchen, and maybe some new blinds… there are going to be a lot of people over celebrating the Super Bowl next week. Oh hey, do you want anything for your bedroom?" No, she wasn't talking to herself, unfortunately. David Karofsky had actually sucked it up and crossed over into the entrance of Bed Bath & Beyond.

It had been a tough decision, but it had turned out to be rather hot for February. His mom had taken away the keys and he was absolutely broiling in the car. Even more than that, Azimio had just so happened to have to go, so he couldn't text him anymore. There was no way he was going to be able to sit in the car and simply do nothing. Besides, it wasn't like anyone he actually knew was likely to be in that store, so finally giving up, he had walked in not too far behind him mom who was overjoyed to see his face.

"Err, you know what mom, while we're here I am going to go look for a Universal Remote Control, k?" The only thing awesome that had ever been associated with this store was the movie Click and he couldn't pass up the opportunity to reference it in here. Plus it gave him an excuse to not be shopping with his mom, which she looked a little sad about, but he was sure she would get over it.

"No, I don't want anything by the way." He added; he wouldn't admit it, but he didn't like to see his mom sad and he was sure it would cheer her up that he answered her question at least. Just the fact he was in the store had made her pretty happy though, so there was no reason to complain.

"Ok, have fun… I guess." It wasn't like she actually believed he was looking for a Universal Remote, which would just be beyond ridiculous. She hadn't expected him to hang out with her; he was tricked in here after all. She understood that hanging out with your mom wasn't the coolest thing for a teenager to be doing; especially in Bed Bath and Beyond. Sighing, Mrs. Karofsky started to browse items in the kitchen section. She was amused to see what looked like a mini cheese grater, but for garlic. It was adorable!

Wandering off around the store, David glanced around at everything he could rest his eyes on. It was a slow trek, but he was actually amused to see all the crap they had around here. Accessories for pretty much every room in the house. A lot of them were a little pointless, but he was sure there were still people out there that bought the stuff. There always was. Since the store went in a loop, Karofsky had decided to walk around it. Unsurprisingly, the other side of the store just had loads more crap to stare at. Karofsky was staring up at some paintings and walking at the same time when his foot got caught on an object, causing him to fall almost flat on his face.

'Good thing no one I know would be in here.' He had to reassure himself once more in his mind, as he now looked like a total idiot. There were a pair of shoes a few inches from his face and he was fairly sure they were connected to a person, a person that he was inches from having crashed right into. Quickly, he pulled himself up off the ground, dusting off anything that may have clung on to his clothes.

"Oh…uh, sorry. Must've trip-" Karofsky stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and realized whom he was speaking to, now face to face: Kurt Hummel.

It hadn't been a face he had seen in a long time. Just as Azimio had said all those months ago, Kurt had transferred to a new school called Dalton Academy, or something like that. At first, Karofsky didn't know what to think about the news, though he had disregarded it in his conversation with Azimio he had thought about it frantically afterwards. When he had finally gotten back to school, Kurt Hummel's absence was extremely obvious to him. At first it was weird but as the months went on he found himself able to relax. It was easier for him to focus and his grades had even gone back up. Things had been going great for him.

Karofsky had the most freaked out look on his face, but of course Hummel had to go and beat him at that too. Karofsky was sure that he just had a normal look of shock on his face whereas Kurt looked as though he were about to call in the armed forces to attack him. Well... perhaps that had just been because he had a phone glued to his ear, but he still looked pretty fuckin' scared. As though time had stopped to keep them this way, the two of them stood like that for what seemed an eternity to Karofsky but was probably only a mere five seconds in reality.

"Kurt? Hey Kurt?" The silence was interrupted by the sound of a tiny voice. It took him a second to realize it was coming from the phone.

"... Ah, y-yeah, Blaine... I am going to have to call you back. I'll tell you about it later. Bye." Kurt's voice chimed out surprisingly even with only a hint of fear. Quickly hanging up, Kurt prepared to come at Karofsky with everything he had until he realized it didn't even matter. His number one fear had already walked away.

Karofsky didn't care what this made him. A coward, a chicken, whatever. He just couldn't face Kurt Hummel right now. Especially not when his life had been going so well. Seeing him had only reminded him of horrible times.

Karofsky was fairly sure no more hidden surprises were in this store and continued the loop that led him around the whole place. He just wanted to get out of Bed Bath &Beyond and never come back. It wouldn't have surprised him if there were suddenly a knife in his back by now, one wielded by Kurt. He had every right to kill him, an opportunity seeing as Karofsky didn't plan on even checking behind him. However, it never came. A slap, a knife, even a voice to yell at him. Kurt hadn't followed him, why had he expected him to? Suddenly feeling angry about it, he tried not to think about Kurt as he left the store. With nowhere else to go he decided to sit on the edge of the sidewalk and watch the cars and people go by. Watch other people's days go on. There were a few other creepy people hanging about out there too, but he made sure to keep a safe distance from them. Especially the guy digging through the trashcan talking to himself; he looked strangely familiar.

Frozen to the spot, Kurt stood unmoving in the middle of Bed Bath&Beyond. Frequenting this store on almost a weekly basis, he had never once had a bad encounter here. This… this was just a catastrophe. Mouth still half-gaping, Kurt willed his feet to start moving in a direction. Out of instinct, it was the one opposite his tormentor went, an instinct he was glad for seeing as his brain had practically stopped functioning. Mindlessly he wandered, somehow trying to remember why he was here in the first place.

Oh right. This weekend he had come back to his house to find the tackiest looking place he'd ever seen. Kurt had even believed himself to be in the wrong house for a second, and was ready to apologize for it until Finn had turned around on the couch with some Cheetos stuffed in his mouth and a whole soda jug in his hand. Kurt watched as his goofy face processed what was going on and proceeded to form a smile, a very…orange smile.

"Kerf!" Oh yeah, he knew his name, and had said it right too. Kurt. It was just horribly warped by the mouth full of cheesy stacks that hadn't left his mouth yet. Between the horrible décor and his stepbrother's godawful manners, he had almost literally fainted. Seeing Finn wipe the cheese across his own shirt was the last straw. Barely managing to hold it together he strode forward purposefully and took the junk out of his brother's hand. Ignoring the protests he walked outside and disposed of it in the larger trash cans before coming back in.

Similar to a guilty puppy, Finn was just sitting on the couch now, staring over at him. He looked a little lost and confused, but was otherwise fine. Then of course he demanded an explanation. Kurt just shook his head.

"No need, that stuff is icky. Where are dad and Carole?"

"They went to get groceries." Finn pretended like he hated going there, the grocery store, but Kurt was sure he went there by himself to go buy the whole junk food isle. Carole wouldn't buy him any of it he knew, and neither would his father if Carole told him not to.

"Could you tell them I went to Bed Bath&Beyond?" The last thing he seen was Finn's face, a look of confusion that hanged out on his face often. Kurt had been unable to handle their house anymore. It was nice to have a woman around the house, but apparently no one had taught Carole what décor went with what, or what colors. It had been an emergency.

A sudden crash was heard, bringing him out of his thoughts. It took him a second to realize that he was the source of it and was now lying in a pile of Tupperware containers. One of the employees had thought it would be clever to stack them into something that resembled a pyramid and put it in the middle of the walkway. Kurt wouldn't have even bothered to get up, no matter how ridiculous he looked, if it hadn't been for some woman rushing up to help.

"Ah! Are you ok? I mean, you just walked right into it…"

"Y-yeah, I am fine. I was just erm… checking their durability you know, they seem to be pretty strong."

"Come on, like I am going to buy that. Now are you ok, really?"

"Yes, Ma'am really." Kurt decided to take a second to study the woman. She showed some signs of aging of course, but of aging gracefully. It was obvious that she was really pretty at one time and the impression she gave off was a nice one. One of constant smiling, generosity, and overall kindness. She seemed like a nice lady to be around, but Kurt knew you had to watch out for people.

"Oh don't call me that, my name is Jennifer" Someone was self-conscious about their age. Geez, either way it was nice to have a name. It was only fair to give up his.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Kurt Hummel." He had stopped picking up the Tupperware containers for a second (because that is what they had begun to do) to extend his hand out for her to shake. Instead he was greeted with a more curious look and he could feel eyes almost boring into him. What happened? Did her gaydar sense go off or something, was she going to back away from him slowly now? The look was kind of scaring him.

"Hey…why are you here anyway?" Surprised, Kurt set down the piece of Tupperware in his hand and looked at her, wondering why he was suddenly being interrogated. The question was rather out of the blue, but he decided it was safe to answer.

"My house was looking a little… gaudy, so I decided to get a few things to fix up." He said with as little detail about anything as possible. Despite the ambiguity, Jennifer smiled at the answer. Confused he just turned away and continued to pick up the Tupperware. Oddly, she did too. Oddly, she had no follow up for her question and there was a resulting silence.

After a few minutes a couple employees had showed up to do their job. Though they looked quite irritated, they got to work in picking up the Tupperware containers, freeing the two customers from the task. Relieved Kurt mumbled a goodbye to the women, Jennifer, and started to walk away when she suddenly called out to him. Only slightly annoyed, he pivoted around on heel to look back at her.

"Hey wait… could you help me pick out some things? I mean… I think I have a pretty good idea of what I want, and people tell me I have great taste, but a second opinion is always good right?" It was hard for Kurt to say no, so he reluctantly agreed and walked back to her.

"OK, so what was it you were thinking?" He dared to ask, following her to the living room section. The women pointed at a couple things that she said she was considering.

"So right now, the living room is painted this really bright orange color and I really like colors so I think I should get this yellow lamp, and these metal cat outlines things are really cool, then maybe this blue trinket and the red…" She continued to point at a few different things, all of which seemed to be a different color and pattern. Kurt looked almost traumatized after a while and decided to cut her off before he had to picture any more of that room. A Clown's dream house was coming to mind.

"No, no, no- I-I mean…" The women stopped to turn and look at him curiously, sad at the reaction she had received.

"Oh… you don't think that would look good do you?"

"Well I- no, I mean…no, no it wouldn't." He couldn't lie about home décor. That was just cruel.

"Oh…." She turned her gaze away from him, looking saddened, rather disappointed in herself. Kurt bit his bottom lip and then carefully walked closer towards her.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." In an almost bipolar mood swing, she brightened up instantly.

"You would? That is so nice of you, dear." Kurt proceeded to point out things and let her know what would go nicely with what. Suggestions, things she should buy. After a while, they were laughing, and joking and getting along quite well. Talk about interior decorating was just what he needed to get his mind off of things.

"Um…Kurt?" She asked almost shyly after a bit of time.

"Yes?" He asked genuinely wanting to know what it was she was going to say this time.

"Well, all this is great… I mean everything you showed me, I am sure it would look great, but I don't want to throw out all my old stuff… and I am not sure exactly what to do with my house décor now that I know it is all wrong. Do you think you could maybe come by and look at it?" By this time, Kurt was pretty sure she wasn't a creep. He couldn't get past the feeling that she was up to something, but he had been convinced that she just had horrible taste and was in desperate need of help. Her clothes had indicated something different, but fashion and decorating were technically two different things.

"Sure, I suppose I could…when would it be ok?"

"Next Sunday? Is that alright?" She asked sweetly.

"Sure." He replied, unable to recall if anything was happening that day or not. Besides, it wasn't like he would be there long and he kind of wanted to see this room for himself.

"Great." She said with a soft, innocent smile across her face as she reached down to produce a pen and a piece of paper out of her purse. Quickly scribbling down her address she handed it to Kurt.

It appeared she was about to speak again, when her phone burst out ringing. Looking at Kurt as if to apologize, she answered the phone and listened to the person on the other line for about a second before nodding and hanging up.

"Kurt, sweetie, I gotta go. See you on Sunday." Though it seemed she would be rather creepy, inviting him to her house and all, she had a more motherly quality about her, so Kurt didn't find her calling him sweetie odd at all. Especially since he found he was usually drawn to motherly qualities like that.

"Toodles.~" He called out to her before going back to look at some things for his own garish living room. Kurt now felt a lot better.

Similarly, Mrs. Jennifer Karofsky walked out the store with an accomplished smile on her face.

"That letterman jacket... Mckinley, I see." Oh fuck no. The wack job had noticed him and was talking to him, admiring his jacket. Karofsky had no idea why he was even wearing the thing when it was so hot out. Perhaps because it had almost become a second skin to him. Karofsky tried to ignore the creep the best he could by avoiding eye contact and pretending not to hear him. Sadly, the psychopath decided it would be fun to be all up in his business. Karofsky turned to check if his plan worked only to find that the guy was now extremely close. Even worse was that he realized who this guy was: Sandy Ryerson. The first pansy that directed those Glee losers.

Scooting away had been his first instinct, but it seemed Ryerson's was to scoot closer…and closer. Freaked out, he shot up off the edge of the sidewalk and stared at him awkwardly.

"The fuck do you want man?" Karofsky found himself having to ask, seeing as he was right in his face and not saying anything. Smiling a little to himself, Sandy finally opened his mouth to speak as though he were only waiting for Karofsky to initiate the conversation. Hands clasps behind his back in a freakish manner, he fell back a little. Only a little.

"Oh, I just couldn't help but notice that you were a student at Mckinley High… I used to teach there you know, I was a jewel, a gem, a prized possession to that school but I was unjustly accused of doing wrong there. It was a mistake of them to fi- let me go. Well, of course they begged that I stay… but I said nope! How absurd of them to accuse me of such things, I just couldn't stay in such an environment. Their loss!" Karofsky had begun his initial retreat backwards from the time the guy had said 'student' but it didn't appear as if the distance between them was getting any larger. If fact, it seemed to be getting even smaller though it didn't look like the freak was moving at all. It was like he was fucking floating towards him or something!

"Yeah, well tha-"

"So how's that pathetic Glee club doing without me? I'm sure it couldn't be doing very good, they have no hope without me… that Schuester, he never knew what he was taking on I mean there's just no fabulosity or flare without my touch…" Continuing to ramble about things, Sandy got increasingly more insane. At least in Karofsky's opinion. His only hope now was that he was so out of it that it would be easy enough for him to slip away and let him talk to a post. Of course that just wasn't happening. Sandy almost literally clasped onto his arm as he tried to get away. Wrenching free from his grasp, Karofsky finally took off running and hopped in his car. He had left it unlocked earlier just in case he had to run back into it, and it was a good thing he had. Sitting there to take a breather for a second, he ripped his phone out of his pocket and crazily punched the speed dial number for him mom.

"Mom, let's seriously leave Bed Bath&Beyond, like now! I think you've been in there long enough, I am already waiting in the car." Karofsky then ended the call before she had a chance to argue the order and locked the doors. Karofsky felt like one of the people that sat out at sea and were tragically circled by a shark. Except worse than even that. .

Unlocking the door for his mom, David watched as his mom swooped into the car seat, staring at him like he was possessed.

"Is there a reason we have to get out of here 'like now?'"

"Mom, only freaks hang out at Bed Bath& Beyond… haven't I suffered enough?" In a way this would have seemed to have hurt Jennifer's feelings, but instead she only smiled at him.

"Yeah… alright fine, let's go home." She already had the stuff she had bought in the store sitting snugly in the backseat, and hadn't needed anything else. Plus her son seemed to really want to go. Content enough with her encounter in the store, she turned on the car and backed out of the parking space.

Kurt had walked out of the store a little while after the Karofsky's had left. He was lucky enough to not encounter Sandy, who had moved onto digging in other trashcans. He had a straight path to his car. Getting in, he went to leave with the same thought resonating through his mind that was going through David Karofsky's:

'Why the hell do stores keep crap in the middle of their walkways?

Please review! Without reviews I don't really have any motivation.

Though, that isn't why I haven't updated in a long time. What happened was that I started writing this in spring break and then school started up again, and since I was in the school play that took up all my time.

One more week to Glee! Yay! :D