So, I've noticed when I looked back at other chapters all the little grammatical errors. I hate that! D: The things you miss until you have it already posted, but they seem super obvious once you look at it later.

Anyways, thanks for the reviews. :D Keep it up!

One more thing: GLEE RETURNS TUESDAY. * Dances* That is all.

It took only one glance about the room and its occupants for Kurt's brain to make the obvious connection. Sunday. Sunday... Sunday was a special day to many men across the nation. A day where women couldn't nag at their men for watching football was afoot. It was Super bowl Sunday next weekend! He could see it in the three faces of the people who were conspicuously staring at him as he stood stock still in the doorway. It was in Finn's giddiness, Burt's obvious eagerness, and Carole's attempt at hiding her annoyance. Nobody had to say anything. The greatest football game of year was coming and Kurt had promised to go help a woman with her living room decorations.

Could he be any more less of a man?

Not ashamed of whom he was, but rather embracing it, Kurt had come to accept the fact he could never truly love Super Bowl Sunday like he was supposed to. In fact, he would argue furtively that the only thing that made it worth while were the commercials (that had been lacking lately anyway) and the men tackling each other to the ground. Other then that, it was just another pointless sport.

Kurt tried to assess in his mind what he knew about football, or rather, sports in general. All of them had some form of ball in it, which you did something with, usually threw. Despite their distinctiveness however, Kurt managed to mix up every technical term for anything happening in any sport all the time. Him and sports were like his dad and any fashion trend ever. Neither of them knew what was going with each most of the time.

One time Kurt had decided there'd be no harm in trying to pretend to be into the game. There was plenty of harm. Harm to his pride. Kurt figured that his dad would be glad to know he knew what was going on in Burt's precious land of sports, but the plan had failed miserably since Kurt really had no idea. His dad had actually laughed at him when he yelled, 'GOAAALLL!' when the technical term was 'TOUCHDOWN.' He didn't see the difference, they both meant you scored, but he still never tried that again. The memory was too painful. Instead, he either didn't show up to watch, or silently slipped in next to him to observe.

The Superbowl was different though, it was like the Sacred Cow of all of Burt's favorite things to watch. It was almost mandatory watching in this house. Almost a ritual, they watched it every year, and it wasn't like anyone was suspecting it to be any different. Except for the addition of two more people to the house. There was a chance that could change things.

"Hey Dad, Carole." A smile on his face, Kurt walked into his house the rest of the way. It had only been mere seconds in which he had stood there awkwardly, but Kurt's brain had simply been going a million thoughts per minute.

"Hey son, back from Bed Bath&Beyond?" Burt asked, staring precariously at the bags in his son's hand.

"Oh yeah, Kurt went to Bed Bath& Beyond by the way." Finn said as some kind of afterthought. Obviously he had forgotten to mention it, or forgotten that he had mentioned it. Either way it was painfully obvious where he'd been, so the mentioning of it had been redundant. Nobody took any notice of his words anyways. His excuse was that he was Finn, and that was as good as of an excuse as any.

"Yeah…I was just picking up a few things…for the living room." Not wanting to insinuate too much that the living room was ugly, those were the only details he gave away. He moved to set the bags down on the floor near the wall to make them seem less important. Kurt moved to sit down over on the couch next to Finn and Carole. Burt was on his chair. Everyone's eyes slowly drifted away from Kurt onto the television set, whose sound had only been background noise until seconds ago. It was something that was naturally distracting. Glad for it, Kurt turned his attention to it as well. He usually watch television because usually only stupid things were on, in his opinion, but he didn't want to get into any conversations at the moment.

"You pumped up for your big game?"

"Yes mom, I am very excited."

"You don't sound excited."

"Mom, seriously." David was staring as his mom, annoyed at her pestering. Their trip to Bed Bath& Beyond the day before had left him feeling rather grumpy, and though he was excited for the game, he didn't feel very pumped up at the minute. It wasn't until Friday anyways. Besides, more people probably cared about the Superbowl even though he was sure Mckinley had its own legion of football fans. Despite their terrifying tendency to lose. His mom finally decided it would be better to just leave him alone, shrugged, and prepared to leave.

"Fine, don't be excited. Just remember, I'll be watching you and who knows who else." With that, Jennifer departed her son's bedroom, where he stayed to sulk over the prior day's events.

Kurt didn't know how he always ended up at this coffee shop with Blaine, but here they were. Kurt worried that one day he just might have to stage an intervention between Blaine and his beloved coffee, but for now, he wasn't worried about it. It didn't seem like an addiction… yet. The only difference from usual was that Mercedes and Rachael had come to give him the low down on what was going on back at Mckinley. Which happened to be drama with the football team. Football. Seemed to be a reoccurring topic this week.

It turned out that Coach Bieste had forced every single member of the football team to join Glee Club. Which in itself was a miracle. His friends continued to explain exactly what was happening over there at Mckinley. Amazingly enough, Glee club was to perform at the half time show, and the whole football team was to be part of it. At least… that was the plan. Everyone that wasn't Finn, Puck, Mike, or Artie had basically quit Glee, forfeiting their rights as football players and now Mckinley had nowhere near a whole team. The game was in two days, and there wasn't any way that could be fixed. Or so he thought. About ready to unleash his sympathy, Blaine suddenly began speaking, awing him with his football knowledge. He told them the actual requirements of a game, leaving a sparkle in the girls' eyes. When they left he was more than sure they had a plan.

Knowing that Gay Blaine knew this much of football suddenly made Kurt feel like even lesser of a man. If that were even possible.

Pursed lips, and a straight face, Mrs. Karofsky's obvious discontent with the game could be noticed immediately. Her son had forgotten to mention one small, tiny, little detail. He, nor anyone else for the matter, was playing in the game. Only a couple of girls and perhaps a few of the original members of team. People around her wore identical expressions as they watched their team lose miserably. Where the hell was her son? If his excuse wasn't that he was dead, she was going to make sure to kill him.

It wasn't until the half time show that he actually made an appearance, and even then it wasn't until the end. However, she did find it a nice surprise to see him dancing, singing…smiling. In fact, he seemed to thoroughly be enjoying what he was doing.

In the end, Mckinley won, stunning every single person. Including Kurt, whom she had noticed in the stands, cheering as wildly as anyone else was. Well, almost everyone else. The fine, young fellow next to him seemed more reserved, though he still looked happy about Mckinley's win.

Instead of instantly going anywhere, Jennifer had decided to glance around the stadium. Staring down at her son, it was obvious who he had noticed: Kurt. That look on his face could only mean one thing. She had reined in the right person.

"Mom, why do we have to have a stupid super bowl party?"

"Because the stupid superbowl is happening." Jennifer Karofsky yelled back across the house before flipping the switch to the vacuum cleaner back on.

"That's no reason, I don't want… oh fucking forget it." There was no way she could hear him now, the vacuum cleaner was too overbearing. As much as he loved parties, he really wasn't in the mood. Sure, they had won their game, but there was more than that plaguing his mind. It was Kurt… it was as though now that he seen him once, he was going to keep appearing, like some kind of curse. Even after the whole game was over Finn had asked him to go apologize to Kurt, like he was going to jump up all of a sudden and do it. It had only pissed him off that Finn would even assume they were going to be all buddy buddy now. Sighing, Karofksy rolled over on his bed. Stupid happy people and their stupid happy parties.

Having fallen into an almost comatose like sleep, only a trip to the midst of the party could cause Karofsky to even realize one was even going on. A weary look on his face, he stared at a few people, who you know, naturally stared back. Fuck. No one even bothered to tell him the party started, or the super bowl, or anything. He looked like a monster that occasionally decided to leave his cave, yet his mom still let him walk out here in front of all his friends and family.

"Daaaamn man, what happened to you?" Azimio's voice clearly rang out as the others let out their repressed snickers. Irritated, he pivoted around on his heel and walked straight back into his room. The Super bowl would look the same way in his room as it did out there. Besides, they'd still be there when he walked out again. Parties at the Karofsky house tended to last scarily long amounts of time.

Kurt realized something today. Something important. He had no idea what time he was supposed to go look at the living room! Early in the morning could be inconvenient and a little creepy seeing as the possibility that Jennifer could have been still sleeping, and her family for that matter.( He had decided she probably had one). So that left noon, which was lunch time, and then that pretty much left some time in between that, but he was too hesitant to go. In the end he hadn't decided to go until about 4:30, the midst of the super bowl.

The only good thing that he had going for him was that when he told his dad he probably wouldn't be watching the Super Bowl this year, he didn't care. The only thing that had turned that feeling of joy around was Finn. Kurt was sure the only reason that his father didn't care was that he now had a son that would actually want to watch it with him. Watching the two of them now only proved it.

"Dad… I am going to be going out for a while, ok?"

"Alright son, just be careful."

With all the noise coming from the house, Kurt figured ringing the doorbell would have been pointless. It turned out that he didn't even have to ring the doorbell. Jennifer had pulled out her sixth sense and opened the door before he even had the chance to. In a feeling similar to getting kidnapped, he was pulled inside the house. He had noticed a ton of people in the living room- that wasn't orange- and expected to be taken there; yet, he wasn't. He was being ushered passed the large group of people and pulled into a side room, where the door was shut. Utterly confused, he turned to look up at the woman who he was starting to think he judged wrong. Only she wasn't there; it was just a door. He turned around. She wasn't there either; David Karofsky was.

"OH. Hey this isn't my room… or my house. Fancy that." Kurt said nervously before he tried to leave. A great plan if the door opened. Like every other time he opened a door similar to this one, Kurt twisted the knob and pushed it. Unlike every other time, the door didn't actually open. He was starting to panic when he suddenly felt larger hands push him aside, though not roughly. Kurt backed away a little bit as Karofsky tried to open the door, looking just as confused as him.

"Dammit mom…"

"Is your mom's name Jennifer by any chance?"

"Yes, why?"

"Oh." A silence predominated over the room as Kurt had backed himself into a corner and Karofsky had gone back to his bed. The Super bowl was playing on his T.V but neither of them seemed to be able to hear it. Both were hoping this was just a nightmare.

"I am not sure what compelled my mom to trap an obviously gay kid in my room here with me… but would you like to tell me something?" David asked after a while, not even looking at Kurt. He was staring at the game, but nothing was sticking in his mind. The Second Kurt Hummel had been pushed into his room he hadn't known what to think. His brain had almost melted just trying figure out what the hell was going on. He knew it was his mom's fault somehow though, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. For the time being, he and Kurt would just stay as far away from each other as possible.

"I am not out to get you or anything so stop-"

"That's not what I meant… look just answer me, how did my mom get you in here?" Sounding completely exhausted, he finally turned to look at Kurt, honestly just wanting an answer.

Somehow Kurt must've sensed it; sensed he wasn't going to hurt him or anything, because he relaxed enough to speak up and even pulled himself out of the corner a bit.

"Well, I met her at Bed Bath& Beyond after you left… I guess I should have connected you two then though, but she was just so much nic- I mean, I guess I just wasn't thinking about it." OK, so all he learned so far was that Kurt had trouble associating him with other human beings but Karofsky let him continue on anyways.

"I can't believe she-ughhh" David couldn't help but rub at his face annoyed. His mom needed to jump out of his life sometimes, why would she do this? The only explanation he could come up with instantly was torture, but then again, she probably had a more reasonable thought in her mind but she didn't understand anything. Often times it was better if she just didn't try to help. Opening his eyes again, Karofsky was startled to see that Kurt was closer to him now.

The second that he had been rushed past the group of people Kurt knew something was wrong, that he had been tricked. He hadn't imagined that the woman he had met at Bed Bath& Beyond could have been David Karofsky's mom at all. They were complete opposites. Still, he found himself admiring her and the lengths she would go for things.

"I can't believe you actually fell for such a thing… like anyone's living room would be that fucked up." There was obvious amusement in his tormentors eyes as he tried to imagine a living room like the one Kurt had described in his story. Obviously, the resulting image was funny because he smiled. Kurt had never seen him smile in his presence before. Still, he didn't like to be made fun of. As was now his natural instinct, he retaliated.

"Hey… she was very convincing you know, I am surprised you guys haven't shipped her off to acting school by now!"

"Oh please, she couldn't even convince people that the sky is blue, and that is a fact."

"What are you calling me an idiot?"

"Maybe."

"Take it back."

"Why should I?

"Because…you are the idiot…meanie."

"Nice comeback."

"Shutup." Despite the argument, both of them were smiling. Suddenly aware of it, Kurt whipped his head around in an attempt to hide his face. What the hell was going on? He hated David Karofsky. David Karofsky was incapable of having any kind of civil conversation. David Karofsky wanted to kill him. With those thoughts in mind, he turned back around, now stony faced. Instantly Karofsky began to frown too.

"What the fuck Hummel, what did I do to you now?" Scared, Kurt began to retreat again as Karofsky actually got off the bed and onto the floor with him, getting closer.

"You didn't have to do anything now… you've already done plenty before." Kurt just couldn't let go of what he did, even though he knew Karofsky though he had given him a reason… it wasn't a good one. Nothing was ever a good excuse for harming another being. He had harmed him in so many ways, there was absolutely no way… except, did he actually look… sad?

"Hummel… look, I know I treated you like shit. I'm sorry." Surprised, Kurt turned back to look at him. It was weird to hear him apologizing like that but it still didn't make up for anything.

"Sorry isn't anything… you threatened to kill me."

"I didn't mean that."

"Then why would you say it?"

"I was scared, ok?"

"Scared I would tell people that you're gay?" Kurt asked this cautiously, knowing that Karofsky wouldn't want to ever admit to anything like that. Probably even now he would lash back at him.

"Yes Hummel, that is what I am scared of. I am gay ok, I'm gay." He said upset, but in an obviously quieter tone. Kurt could see all the hurt in his eyes… and the fear, and a whole wide range of emotions.

Before Kurt could realize why he was close enough to see Karofsky's eyes with such clarity, their lips were suddenly connected in a kiss that Kurt once again hadn't initiated. Except this time… it felt much softer. Unable to register what was happening fast enough, Kurt hadn't pulled. Suddenly, he heard the T.V and about two dozen voices yelling at the same time.

"TOUCHDOWN!"