It was all Kurt could do not to moan. Dave's hand was teasing him, and the only thing he could think of was the he was falling for him. Like, even more than he had fallen for Sam or even Finn.
He shut his eyes, and then let out a sigh when the bigger boy took off his hand.
"Ok. No more sausages for you", he said, smiling softly this time, revealing a side of him that Kurt had never seen. It was charming, and Kurt was afraid of it.
"Just leave me alone, Karofsky. I don't want to see your face ever again", Kurt said, turning away, starting to leave the school.
"I think we should talk", he said, and the soprano turned around.
"I really don't want to do this now, Karofsky", he said, and the bigger boy gave him a weak smile.
"I'm not gonna toss you to the lockers, I promise", he said, and then he softly touched Kurt's hand. That touch was something magical. Kurt felt something itching in his stomach, turning round and round, and his throat felt dry, he was suddenly dizzy and his legs were shivering. He gulped hard, wetting his lips. "Are you okay?"
No, he wasn't. The feelings were too overwhelming, he was not ready to love again. Not like this, not this guy. He was about to tell Karofsky to leave again, when his brain finally understood something.
"What?", he asked.
"I asked if you're ok. Why? Is that a problem on the queerland?", he asked, and Kurt giggled bitterly.
"Ok. If you want to have a talk, let's have it", the soprano said, visibly nervous and upset.