"I'm gonna go", Kurt teased, just to make Dave beg, and just to feel the adrenaline.
"Fuck this! I don't need you!", he said, angry again.
"Hey, calm down. I didn't even move. What's wrong with you?", Kurt asked, and then realized he was still holding Karofsky's hand on his own hands. They felt really warm, and they were steady now.
"Sorry", Karofsky said, and wet his lips. Kurt moaned. "Something wrong?"
"N-no", Kurt managed to say. "It's just the way you wet your..."
He was never able to finish the sentence, because Dave's lips were pressed softly against his own, and he realizes this was a side of the other boy nobody had actually seen. He was being soft, and careful, and he was trying not to break Kurt's heart, and his grip on Kurt's face was soft and Kurt could tell he was being a gentleman in his own way.
Plus, the lips felt warm and tender against his, and he never wanted the kiss to be broken.
Karofsky was the one who broke the kiss, leaning back against the locker.
"Are you mad at me now?", Dave asked. Kurt shook his head and turned to face him.
"Never", he said, and kissed him again. When they were finally done with the second kiss of the afternoon, Karofsky leaned back and gulped before finally speaking.
"We should go somewhere... safe", he said, and Kurt agreed.
Oh, I'll never be safe with you, Kurt thought. But maybe that's what I like the most.