So, finally Glee returned. Happy about that, though I am sure Born This Way is going to be way more amazing than Night of Neglect. :D

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The whole school appeared to be draped in red, and not the usual red of their school, the overbearing kind of redness. Crimson shimmered in his face; scarlet surrounded him. Different, almost indistinct shades of it had covered just about every visible surface. Either there had been a brutal massacre or something much, much worse was occurring- Valentines Day.

Dave, being the oblivious person he was, seemed to miss the memo. Any holiday that wasn't a major one or important to him, he didn't bother remembering their dates. Usually he just looked out for the signs that they were coming, but this year it had kind of snuck up on him. David Karofsky, on his life, could have sworn that none of these decorations had been there the day before. It was like cupid came and threw up on their school in the middle of the night.

To be fair, his mind had been rather occupied with other things. Everyone had noticed that he was becoming more and more dazed, and he was pretty sure Azimio had stopped him from walking into a wall on more than one occasion.

"Karofsky, dude, I am not going to kiss you." David looked up to stare at Finn whom was staring at him rather cheekily. What the fuck? Kiss him, what was he on about? Did… Kurt tell him something? Then again, he looked a little too calm. Suspicious, Karofsky studied Finn for a second before realizing he was standing in a booth. A kissing booth. Oh.

"Fuck no, stop blocking the hallway." He said before maneuvering around the stupid thing and continuing on to his first period. Not that Karofsky had realized it before, but he had actually been standing in line for it, he had just been having another one of his brilliant 'not paying attention' moments. It all now made sense why it had been taking so long to get anywhere. Glancing back behind him, he studied the line. A bunch of desperate girls were standing in it waiting for a kiss from the star quarterback. Turning back around, Karofsky rolled his eyes. Hudson was too full of himself. He wasn't nearly as hot as…

In normal circumstances math was dreadfully awful, especially first period math. Today though, its mind numbing qualities were to be embraced. The teacher usually believed you were paying attention as long as you were staring blankly at the board. Karofsky had done it so many times that he was starting to believe he had mastered the art of sleeping with his eyes open.

"Ok class, so you aren't really supposed to learn these til' later but for the special day I am going to teach you guys how to graph Cardioids and roses! Now, you guys probably won't understand this because it involves trigonometry and we haven't gotten to that yet, but it doesn't matter. Just try to draw what I draw." Perfectly mind-numbing! He didn't even know what the fuck she was talking about. He wasn't even going to try to pretend to pay attention. Slumping his head down against the desk, Karofsky closed his eyes and fell into a light slumber.

Instead of the sleep pushing the thoughts away, they now flew around in his mind freely, taking over his subconscious mind. Pictures started to form, and he was taken back to the day of the super bowl, back to the moment that had been plaguing his mind.

For the second time, he had been kissing Kurt Hummel and he had been surprised to realize that Kurt had been kissing him back. It had been a rather nice few moments, but the sudden shouts had surprised both of them. They broke apart immediately. However, even with the knowledge that a huge touchdown had just been made, Karofsky hadn't even dared to look back at the television to check on the game. The only thing that had his full undivided attention now was Kurt, whose eyes were staring just as fixedly at his as Karofsky's were with Kurt's.

Karofsky had been prodded awake by the teacher whom seemed to be poking him with a yard stick.

"Good, you're up. The bell rang, get to the next class." An unhappy frown was on her face, and he knew something else was upsetting her more than him just sleeping in her class. Perhaps she was being reminded of a time she had bored a date of hers to death in a similar fashion. Quickly getting up, Karofsky made his way out to the hallway to travel to his second period class: English.

"This day is bullshit. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." A coffee in hand, and a serious expression on his face, his teacher began the lesson. Well actually it was a lecture, but he wasn't sure what the difference was, he always seemed to be talking anyway.

"For gullible dumbasses, take you teenagers for example, who believe that the only way to express love is to by that special someone chocolate, hearts, and flowers, this day has been created. Now let me tell you kids something: this is nothing but another holiday to sap you of all your money. Oh sure, you think you love them now, but just wait a month or so you are going to be in a different relationship, and damn, so much money spent on the person you thought was the one. There is always the rare chance they actually are…but that still doesn't stop them from betraying you. That is why today class we will be reading passages from The Scarlet Letter. A smart author named Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote this book Children, he wasn't afraid to show people reality. Not some fairytale relationship, no one has that crap. Aldutery kids! Adultery! Sure, now a days we call it cheating and you don't get arrested for it… even though it should be a illegal...but it is still the same heinous crime. Hester Prynne was….." Karofsky tuned out the sound of his voice, surprised he had even managed to listen to that much of that rant. He supposed it had just caught him off guard. Mr. Ferrel was usually calmer. In fact, he seemed like a psycho right now… he supposed the day was getting to him. Karofsky had a feeling his wife had cheated on him.

Not wanting to ponder his teacher's love life anymore, Karofsky brought his thoughts back to his dream, which hadn't been a dream at all, rather a flash back. He couldn't help it: his thoughts just kept automatically coming back to that day.

Hastily, Kurt had backed away from Dave as if he had suddenly become aware of the situation.

"I can't… I have to go." Going back to the door, he again tried to open it. This time it opened normally, surprising both of them. Karofsky had gotten up right after, following him to the door in attempt to stop him.

"Kurt, hey wait!" He called out,, but it was too late. Kurt had already speeded out the door. Kurt was gone. The million people in the living room turned to looked at him however, their attention having prior been directed to the door where they had seen an obviously distressed Kurt Hummel dash out. Confused, they all had a question forming on their lips, but Karofsky didn't give them the chance to ask it. Closing the door to his room, he had decided to stay there until everyone had left. Despite the fact he was fucking starving and those people wouldn't be gone til' late.

"That Reverend deserved everything he had coming to him, the illness, a man after his life … you just shouldn't tempt a women to-"The sound of the bell ringing cut his never-ending rant short. Eager to get out of there, Karofsky hopped up and left.

The rest of the day had pretty much gone the same. Every single teacher seemed to have some kind of love problem. Mr. Schuester was so obnoxious that Karofsky almost wanted to walk up and punch him in the face. He almost did when Schuester tried to distract himself by telling him how good his dancing was again, but managed to stop himself. Instead he ignored him and strode out the door.

Even as he walked through the hallways he noticed it; a lot of people looked all lovey dovey, but there was also a silent majority who were walking through the halls looking as though they hated their lives, while others were being confident about being single. There was something about holidays that just brought out the weird in people.

Surviving through science class (where they had dissected some animal's heart), Karofsky had finally made it through the school day. Sighing in relief, he made a beeline to the student parking lot where he knew his car waiting for him. Apparently, so was his best friend.

Logically, Azimio shouldn't have been there, especially because they were coming from the same class. Karofsky had walked as fast as he could out here, so there was no possible way Azimio could have gotten here faster, unless he somehow learned how to teleport. That theory could only be backed up in his head by the fact that he couldn't recall even seeing him in the hallway. That's when it had clicked in his mind. Azimio had asked Ms. Bishop if he could go to the restroom about twenty minutes ago and he had never come back. Wow, so if he had actually been there, Karofsky would have just ran out of there without him. What a great friend he was.

Uncrossing his arms, Azimio moved away from the car door and a little more towards him.

"Open the door, I am coming over."

"Who said you could?"

"Come on man."

Karofsky sighed, who was going to stop him really? It wasn't like his mom cared whether or not he brought Azimio over. They had more then once established that he practically lived there. Karofsky walked over and unlocked the door for Azimio before going over to his own side to unlock his own door. Curiously, he wondered if Azimio would have been waiting for him in his car if he hadn't locked it. Probably.

The drive was silent, more silent then it should have been and Karofsky found himself panicking. Did he do something wrong? Why was Azimio demanding him to take him back home with him? Was he paranoid? Why the hell was he doing this on Valentines? All these questions in his mind didn't help contribute to the fact that he'd been more spaced out lately and distracted. It was only after Karofsky had run a stop sign that Azimio decided to say something.

"Man, calm down! You're driving like a fuckin' maniac. Pay attention to what you are doing before we're in tomorrow's obituaries. I can't be doing that to my mama. Can't come home dead."

"Sorry." Karofsky muttered though they were already pulling up into his driveway, so he was spared having to drive any longer and the general public was spared their lives.

"David, is that you? Hey could you- oh hey, Azimio. Never mind dear." Karofsky stared at his mom who was poking her head out of the kitchen. Well at least Azimio was good for getting him out of work. He just knew his mom was about to order him to do something. She simply retreated back into the kitchen, allowing him to take Azimio back up into his room. Although his friend had greeted his mother, he was still eerily silent, and that only meant he wanted to talk.

"So um…why-"

"Why do I wanna talk?"

"Yeah… that." The two of them were sitting on Karofsky's bed, and an odd tension now stood between them. It was weird; Karofsky had no idea why it was Azimio wanted to talk him, but he was already panicking over it. It was possibly because the only time Azimio ever initiated the talk was when it was something serious. Then the only time when he talked anywhere near serious was when the issue really was serious. Besides that, his stare would have caused anyone to go into a panic.

"You want to know why I want to talk… because we haven't been talking at all in the last week or so, and I know you aren't ignoring me. Hold up, before you even question that, I could tell that you are distracted, I think the whole school could."

"Oh so you noticed that." Karofsky hadn't actually meant to say it out loud, but it had just spilled out. Great. He had just admitted to it and now Azimio was going to ask why. Then again, he was full of surprises today.

"I am not even going to ask." That was it? That was all he was going to say, after all this sitting down and getting serious? Still, Karofsky felt a sense of relief shoot through him. He didn't want him to ask, because he wasn't very good at fabricating lies on the spot.

Any relief he may have had slipped away instantly the second his best friend spoke again, his words horrifying him.

"I am not going to ask because I think already know. Are you… gay?" Alarms went off in head, signaling a high alert defensive state. Oddly though, the question that formed in his mind was one of those 'what do you do' kinds, where he had a couple options. A.) Kick him and run. Run where? B.) Dismiss it, deny. Deny! Deny! C.) Laugh. Laugh like a lunatic until he leaves. D.) Tell him the truth…

"I… I...yes." Karofsky said this extremely quiet, and muttered it in such a fashion that it was unintelligible. Somehow Azimio was still able to understand it.

Telling his best friend he was gay, Karofsky had sort of expected a much worse reaction. In fact, he expected to kind of be punched in the face and almost braced for it until he realized Azimio didn't even seem to be moving. Not a single word had come from his mouth either. The oddest part of all of this though was that Azimio was only confirming, not asking.

"Wait, you don't…hate me?" Karofsky asked for lack of a better word. By this time Azimio had already stood up and had begun his walk to the door. He had gotten what he wanted to know and now he was leaving, but the question had caused him to stop and turn. He seemed to wince a little.

"No, I hate me." With that, he left.

* P.S. My friend is supposed to read this first and make sure it doesn't sound horrible, but I don't know where she is right now, so smeh. So really, please review. Even if you are yelling at me about something, I would like to know if you didn't like something.