Sorry; this update took a rather long time. I believe I started writing this chapter about… close to two weeks ago, but since then I have been busy. School is ending which means there are like a billion tests and projects to do. That's just how it is. =/ Meh.

Some people say that curiosity killed the cat. Others say cats have nine lives. Does that mean they have nine chances at being curious? Others take a more literal stand on it and realize that humans are not cats, and no one ever actually said curiosity killed a human. Then others simply have A.D.D and seriously contemplate why it is that anyone would sit around and come up with all these sayings about cats. Oh bless their poor little souls.

The Lima Bean was a popular place, anyone could see that. Not only did people go there to hang out, they actually bought the coffee. That was saying something, seeing as most people only came to most coffee shops to hog up all the tables and chat with their friends, or sit by their lonesome and type on a computer. Sometimes people even came to seal a business deal, but that still wasn't buying the coffee.

To Kurt, all this clearly begged the question as to why he would be invited here of all places, where people constantly streamed in and out. He had no idea who it was he had to be meeting here, but he had come anyway, because yes, he had been curious. Alarms had rung in his head, all that said this was a bad idea, yet he had made a decision to go through with it anyways. It isn't the initial curiosity that kills the human, it is the resulting stupidity.

Glancing around cautiously, Kurt tried to pinpoint someone that looked like they wanted to talk to him. Which happened to be no one… well what did he expect, a giant sign? Sighing, Kurt slipped into a miraculously empty table and tried to look inconspicuous.

It wasn't until he seen someone trying to act just as inconspicuous that he noticed anyone else. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt had glanced Azimio walking through the door with a pair of sunglasses on. It seemed as though he had been attempting to go incognito, but had decided against it at the last minute.

Hoping it was only coincidence that Azimio had strolled into the joint, Kurt made it a point not to stare at him, or look that way, or even think about him because well… it might actually somehow bring him to the table. It wasn't working, and in fact was failing miserably. Azimio had practically made a beeline for his table and it wasn't long before he was right next to him. He didn't even sit down, and instead pulled Kurt towards him to whisper into his ear.

Kurt's first thought was that Azimio had begun making surprise appointments for his bullying. It made things more efficient and kept the element of surprise. Smart, but suspicious. Kurt had never actually associated Azimio with the word smart. So what the hell was happening?

"Hummel, I need to talk to you. I am only going to say this once because if I whisper in your ear any longer it will look like flirting, if it is a short whisper people just think it is a death threat. I am going to drag you out of here; play along."

"Why should I?"

"Fuck Hummel, I just said I need to talk to you. We can't skip out of here holding hands, come on."

Yeah, cause that is exactly what he wanted to do. That was what every gay guy wanted to do all the time. Hold hands and skip everywhere. Nonetheless, he decided to just go along with it because he wouldn't put it past Azimio to actually punch him in the face if he didn't move.

"Come on Hummel, it's time to have a talk" Azimo had said this out loud and had put a certain emphasis on talk. Only a couple of people actually appeared to be looking at them, but he knew that everyone was listening. It was understandable why Azimio felt he had to put on a show to get them both out of there together. Without much of a hassle, Azimio was able to get Kurt out, and Kurt managed to look appropriately frightened. He struggled, and even yelled insults.

So, how they ended up in Azimio's car was beyond him, but here they were. Kurt glanced over at a hat sitting forlornly in the backseat, and he couldn't help but think that it had been the discarded piece of Azimio's incognito outfit.

Kurt couldn't bring himself to say anything; he wasn't the one initiating the conversation after all, why should he say anything to fuel it. Instead he chose the alternative, which was sitting in an awkward silence with one of his bully's until said bully decided to say something. Instead Azimio turned the key on and drove.

"Oh my gosh! Is this a kidnapping! Azimio, stop this car-"

"Will you shut up man, look, I know Karofsky is gay ok."

"So what are you going to drive us off cliff? Take your anger out on gays in general and yourself for being friends with one?"

"Wha-? No man, that's freakin' nuts. I'm not psycho."

"Could've fooled me… wait, you know?" The implications of what Azimio had just said sunk into his mind, causing him to seriously wonder what it was Azimio was doing. If he wasn't going to go drive off a cliff, this was a better reaction then Kurt thought.

"Yeah, I just said that didn't I?" Azimio looked a little more reserved now, staring solely on the road in front of him. It didn't appear as though he were up to anything bad for once, but then what was he planning to do, especially with him?

Pulling over to the side of the road, Azimio turned and answered the question as if reading Kurt's mind.

"We are going to stalk Karofsky."

Sleeping for ridiculous amounts of time was a critcical part of his weekend. At least that is what Dave told his mom. Of course she didn't believe him, she never believed him about anything. She never believed him when he claimed to be sick, or even when he said the Martians were invading. Once time he said the British were coming. Good thing he wasn't Paul Revere. Well the truth was everything he said was partly true. Usually his 'sickness' was that he had a headache of some sort, the Martians were invading his T.V, and the British were coming to town too. His English teacher had said an English foreign exchange student would be visiting their class. Truthfully, he had been kind of excited for it because British accents were cool.

His mom honestly just couldn't let him be however. First she walked in and opened the blinds and walked away. Dave was too lazy to close the blinds. She then started to literally throw a parade with the pans in the kitchen. It sounded like she decided it would be fun to throw them all against the wall and then kick every single one for good measure. Sadly, it was going to be one of those 'sick' headache days. Sighing, he eventually rolled out of bed and traveled down into the kitchen.

"Mom, were you trying to kill a fly with a pan again?"

"Haha, very funny David, you know the fly swatter was broken. No, I am making breakfast." Looking around, he realized that was true. There did appear to be food cooking.

"Welp, I am going to Dennys." Dave promptly pivoted around on his heel towards the door.

"David!"

Alright, alright. Here I will help you." He said, before going over to attend to some of the food. In the end, they had managed to concoct a meal. It was fun, and delicious, but that was just the morning. The rest of the day promised to be pretty boring.

Having head back up to his room, Dave turned on the Xbox and rooted himself to his floor. What a lame Saturday, but it wasn't like anyone else was going to know how he spent it.

This was like the 6th grade zoo trip all over again. Then all the animals had appeared lethargic and about as exciting as a rock. David was almost just as boring, except for the fact he looked like any other maniac gamer, which he had found to be sort of amusing. Karofsky seemed awfully into the game he was playing, but from what Kurt could see through the binoculars Azimio had provided him with, Karofsky didn't appear to be ready to move anytime soon.

"Gimme those." Speaking of Azimio… he suddenly ripped the binoculars right out of his hands and took a look at his best friend himself. He only glanced for a second, but it must have been one disappointing second because he gave them back instantly, sighing heavily.

"Why are we doing this?" Kurt asked pointedly, wondering why he was still even going along with it. He really just wanted to leave. He was just afraid Azimio would really kill him if he tried to leave.

"You're right man, this is boring." You would have thought that meant he was going to stop all this nonsense, but instead Azimio pulled out his phone and hit a number for speed dial.

Kurt knew what he was up to. At the zoo, there were always those people that tried to get the animals to do something when they were so extremely boring. That was what Azimio was doing. He was going to get Karofsky to do something.

"Just watch him." As a direct order from someone who he was pretty scared of, Kurt picked up the binoculars and continued to watch Karofsky.

"Dammit Azmio!" Karofksy had looked down to check who was calling him, which had in turn caused his alternate self on the game to die. Cursing your best friend wasn't exactly a greeting, but he was sure he wouldn't mind. Then again… they hadn't actually talked since well… the big talk, so perhaps that hadn't been the best thing to say, because he wasn't quite sure if he was his best friend anymore.

"Yo Karofsky, my man!" Somehow every time they had an issue straining their friendship, Karofsky turned out to suddenly be Azmio's man. This was starting to have a negative connotation for him.

"Yes…?" He couldn't help but be a little scared by how enthusiastic his friend sounded. It was almost too cheerful. In fact, Azimio sounded way too cheerful.

"Man, I got your back and I thought you should be the first to know that the firefighters are stripping in front of the fire station!" Mad laughter ensued.

Silence.

Karofsky was blushing in both embarrassment and rage. Was he making fun of him now? Was that what was happening? About to hang up the phone, Karofsky only stopped at the sound of Azimio hurriedly telling him not to in a sort of worried tone.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"That was just a joke, I wasn't making fun of you, believe me. Look, could you just come and meet me at the mall? I'd like to hang out." Contemplating it, Karofsky ultimately decided on yes. The trip could either go horribly wrong or right, he just didn't know where he stood with his friend anymore.

"Ok… see you there." He said cautiously before hanging up the phone.

It was actually Kurt who had to hit Azimio in the arm to get him to stop laughing.

"That wasn't funny; he is going to hang up on you." He whispered fiercely, still staring at Dave through the binoculars. He had caught the blush and the rage. It was interesting to see the person on the other end of the phone conversation, but it also made Kurt feel like such a creep. Still he couldn't stop staring… it had been an interesting expression. Kurt hadn't even realized the phone conversation had ended when it did. His gaze was fixated on Karofsky as he carelessly pulled his shirt over his head to change.

"Having fun?" Azimio's voice caused him to jump up, dropping the binoculars.

"Oh um… I was still watching like you told me."

"Well you could stop now; we are going to the mall."

"What? I don't want to go to the mall with you!"

"I don't want to go with you either; we're not."

"If we are not going to mall together, how are we going to be there together?" The sentence was a contradiction all by itself. Azimio just smirked.

"You'll see."

When Azmio said they weren't going to be together, Kurt had honestly begun to imagine things that he might do to not be seen with him.

Like stuff him in a suitcase for instance and lug him around the mall, having him listen in on the conversation. At the time, he had concluded that to be the worse case scenario. Now he believed he was wrong. Even that would be better then what he was doing now.

After parking and turning off the car, Azimio had turned to look at his captive, telling him clearly what he wanted him to do. Kurt was sure that he was going to say 'this sounded less crazy in my mind' after he was done speaking, but sadly it wasn't so. Instead, his instructions stood solitary.

"So you got it? You are going to follow behind us, and if he sees you, then your face will be seeing my fist and treated with a slushie, right?"

"Yes, yes I got it." Kurt suppressed a sigh. Even if the threat seemed off somehow. It felt like Azimio wouldn't go through with it in a way that signified he actually did care about Kurt's face, or at least cared about causing physical harm in such away. Still, he wasn't willing to chance it. It would setback his whole face routine.

There was a part of him that actually wanted to do it however; a part that wanted to go through with it to satiate his own curiosity. Not the whole follow behind part. The part where he got to see how Karofsky acted around someone that wasn't Kurt, and not in a school environment, in a place where the two bullies were a little less occupied trying to make high school even worse for the other students. Of course, wasn't doing things simply out of curiosity stupid and dangerous?

The concept behind the answer to that question was simple.

It was like when a child little and decided to touch the stove due to curiosity, even with the warnings that it was hot; the child just really had to do it, because it needed to know for itself. This was kind of like that. Kurt just needed to know it, and it wasn't like every time a person touched the stove they were burned. Sometimes it was off and harmless, the flame tamed.

Curiosity could go either way really. It all depended on how you played out, and what you were curious about.

So you could say even though he practically had no choice in the matter, Kurt had at least thought it out in his mind, and could say he had technically agreed to do with it. Still, his current position was so… stalkerish. Other people thought so too as they stared at him as he tried to blend in with the small plant he was hiding behind. There was no way in hell that Karofsky wouldn't be able to notice him by the end of this. Kurt quickly moved forward as the two of them were finally walking away from the mall entrance, and he kept a safe distance behind. Azimio directed his friend to the food court, where Kurt was able to slip in and hide behind a barrier, a good place to listen. As long as Karofsky didn't look over it and no one pointed him out, it would be ok.

" Azimio, why did you bring me here?"

"What kinda question is that man? I am your friend."

"Well after that last conversation I didn't think so. "

"Look, I am here now right? I am not out to get you, or make a big production of it… I just want you to know I am still here for you, alright man?"

Kurt was listening rather intensely, surprised Azimo had allowed him, or rather planned for him to listen to such a conversation that seemed like it should be private. Kurt was just surprised in general; Azimio was actually a good friend.

"Come on Azimio, the mall? Is this the place to really talk about everything?"

"No one is paying attention to us, it is loud, and they are all having their own conversations."

'Except for me. The great stalker.' Kurt couldn't help but think for a second, but immediately focused in on the conversation once more.

Karofsky had stayed silent for a second before ultimately nodding, because as much as he was scared of how public the place was, he also had considered the fact that Azimio made a good point. Besides, even though he wouldn't admit it, he really wanted to have this talk with his best friend. To know that… he wouldn't judge him, and to hear that he was there for him, it was nice to know.

"So, about Hummel?" Azimio asked suddenly, causing Kurt's heart to jolt. He was really going to talk about him while he knew he was listening in? That just wasn't cool.

"What about him?" Karofsky asked pervasively, defensive.

"How do you feel about him?" Azimio seemed rather pushy; Kurt didn't think Karofsky was going to answer it, but at the same time, his eyes had widened, and he was listening so intently that it was almost as though there were no other sounds around him. Suddenly he didn't want to know, he needed to know what Karofsky was going to say here. Sure, he had figured he had probably liked him because of everything… but at the same time, the truest things you said were to your best friend.

"Azimo, you kno-"

"Kurt?" A familiar voice was suddenly speaking to him, and if it were possible, his eyes got even wider.

"Blaine?" Kurt hopped up, revealing that he was behind a barrier.

"Hummel?" Kurt heard Karofsky's confused voice behind him.

"SHIT." So this only left Azimio, who had the exact right word for the situation.

So, who thought that Kurt had received the text from Karofsky? :)