A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC

What I Did For Love

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Author's note:

-OMWG! I just realized I forgot to include the link to Blaine's song in Chapter 12. It is 'The River' by Old Man's Beard. Please listen to it; it's a great song :)

www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=V7NpLXfhXRg

-featured song links at the bottom

-Just a little chapter explaining how people's lives are going at McKinley. This chapter contains bad language from certain characters. *insert AVPM Lupin quote here*

-F-bomb alert! A certain bully's thoughts contain a lot of foul language. If you wish to maintain your purity, just skip over that section ;)

-the sentiments expressed by Karofsky are not my own (well, yeah I wrote it, but I don't agree)

***I don't own Glee (can you buy shares online? Cuz...mwahaha)

CHAPTER 13: IN WHICH PUCK TALKS TO THE GUIDANCE COUNCELLOR, KAROFSKY FINDS OUT KURT IS BACK, AND SAM AND BLAINE SING A DUET

Warning: guidance pamphlets, language, Karofsky

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*MCKINLEY*

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Puck followed Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell into the guidance counsellor's office. She sat down primly behind the desk, clasping her hands together.

"Please, Noah, have a seat." She smiled.

Puck sank down into the chair, leaning back and propping one foot on his knee.

"Now, Principal Figgins tell me that you're picking on the other kids, is that right?"

Puck nodded.

"All right...well..." she turned and riffled through a display of pamphlets, pulling out a deep, purple brochure and pushing it across the desk at Puck. She smiled encouragingly.

Puck picked it up. There was an angry stick-man on the cover and the title read; "So You Like to Beat People Up."

Is she serious?

"Uh, Miss Pillsbury?" he used the name out of habit "I'm not big on the whole...reading thing."

"Um, well," the counsellor needlessly straightened a line of pencils on her desk. "Why don't we talk about the feelings you have that are making you want to throw other students into dumpsters, lock them in port-a-potties, and generally subject them to abuse that they will need years of therapy after high school to forget about."

Puck frowned. Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell continued; "Noah, the biggest reason bullies pick on someone is that they see reflections of themself in that person that they don't like."

Wait. What?

The redhead widened her Bambi eyes. "You, for example were calling kids 'losers', is that right?"

Puck nodded.

"Well, according to psychologists, that means you are worried about being a loser, so you take it out on the students around you who are, say, less than popular.

Puck stared. Most of the time Miss Pillsbury just wore weird clothes and washed her hands too much, but this actually made sense.

It's true; I call them losers cuz I'm worried about being a loser.

"Once you're comfortable with who you are, you won't need to pick on the other kids to feel good about yourself and the bullying will stop," the counsellor said happily, taking a sani-wipe to the arm of her chair. "Why do you feel like a loser, Noah?"

Puck was so unsettled by this he just spilled; "I'm not on top of my game; I'm not as badass as I used to be, and Santana won't go out with me until I prove to her that I am utterly fearless. With Santana I am cool again, and I refuse to get tossed in another dumpster."

"Ahhh... Santana" the counsellor cleared her throat and handed him another pamphlet. This one was pink and said "So Your Girlfriend is a Lesbian."

Puck scowled. "She's not a lesbian," he muttered.

"Well I think that's all for now" The redhead clapped her hands happily. "Yes, I think we've made some good progress here. Come back anytime you need to talk."

Puck walked out of the office all the more determined to make the Latina Cheerio his.

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Mercedes was over the moon to have her boy back. She linked arms with him as they walked down the hall in the morning. "Sooo...? What do you think of this new bracelet?" she flashed the bangle in Kurt's face.

"Mercedes you went shopping without me!"

"My uncle brought it back from his trip to Japan." She explained.

They were planning their next shopping spree when Quinn came up behind the pair and linked onto Kurt's other arm. Kurt smiled "Hello Quinn,"

"Hello Kurt!" she chirped. "Pretty bracelet, Mercedes."

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm glad you're back, Kurt; you were the only one who could keep Rachel in check- it's been a nightmare."

"So I've heard."

"Also," The cheerleader lowered her voice "Just a heads up, Coach Sylvester just found out that one the squads we're competing against features vocals in their performance. I'll bet you anything she'll try to recruit you two again- you blew that Madonna number out of the water last time."

"Oh, not that again!" exclaimed Mercedes "Well this girl ain't being bought without a price." The trio made their way down the hall, laughing over outrageous deals they could strike with the cheerleading coach in exchange for their voices.

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Dave Karofsky was having a normal, boring day; classes sucked, breakfast was bland; he'd stayed up late watching TV, so he was tired and just going thru his day on autopilot. The jock was on his way to gym class when he heard it. That voice. That voice. Ice shot down through his veins and he froze on the spot.

This has to be a fucking nightmare. No. No, you heard wrong, that was just some girl talking. Don't turn around. Don't look.

The voice grew closer. His stomach churned.

No. No. It can't be. Don't look, don't fucking look. Don't-

He couldn't help it. He turned.

And there was Kurt Hummel. Kurt fucking Hummel, walking down the hall like he owned the goddamn thing. Kurt fucking Hummel with those tight pants and that styled hair, perfect nose stuck in the air as he sashayed down the hall, arm-in-arm with that black chick and the head cheerleader. They were laughing and chattering happily like freaking little girls, and walked right by the bully without even noticing him.

Why is he here? What is he doing here?

He thought his torture was over, just like the time Hummel started wearing normal clothes and holding hands with that ditzy cheerleader, he thought he'd finally gotten the point across. Finally Hummel had looked like a normal boy and Dave could walk down the hall without having a fucking heart attack. Karofsky had had a short reprieve, but now the lady-boy was back, surely sent straight from hell with the sole purpose of destroying him. He realized his few months of Hummel-free peace were over.

Karofsky felt the familiar, overwhelming urge to run after Hummel and shove him in to the lockers.

Make him look at me; make him notice me, make him sorry for attracting all that attention.

It was the fucking lady-boys, like Hummel, the flamboyant ones, who made people hate gays, trying to be all girly and abnormal. If it wasn't for them, the world would be so harsh and ridiculing.

You're attracting attention to yourself. You do it on purpose, what choice do I have? I have to put you in your place.

Why did he have to parade himself all over the place? With those fucking tight pants and that stupid girly hair? And that high voice and those soft lips- Oh God! Karofsky growled and slammed lockers as he stormed off.

Fuck fuck fuck.

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The sun was shining brightly, and it was the warm enough outside at lunch for the students of McKinley to shed their jackets and begin dreaming of the beach.

Sam and Blaine were sitting on top of a picnic table with their guitars. The two had exchanged hair stories earlier, Blaine telling Sam about the excessive gel ("ewww, man.") And Sam re-telling his surfer-hair story. ("Lemon juice? Well it looks good.") Blaine laughed and started teaching Sam to play a surfer song on guitar.

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Here we go, down the road, where we start

I don't know, I've been told to just let go

Of everything holding me to this place

Here we go on our way down to Tofino

And maybe we can catch some waves

Oh, all I know, I love to feel the sand between my toes

And the sun upon my face

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The singing boys were surrounded by a small crowd listening to them jam; Mike Chang was bopping his head to the beat beside another football player, while Quinn and several other cheerleaders lounged at the table, gazing at the singers with the unmistakable adoration in their eyes. Quinn was shooting evil looks at the girls who edged to close.

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Driving into the night, windows down

Guided by moonlight straight through your town

Maybe we can stop and sing for you.

Here we go on our way down to Tofino

And maybe we can catch some waves

Oh, all I know, I love to feel the sand between my toes

And the sun upon my face

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"Hey look! Jam session." Mercedes veered towards the music.

"Oh no," Kurt grabbed his friend's arm and yanked her back around the corner. "Blaine's there," he whispered.

"So?" Mercedes hissed back incredulously, "you like him; you're supposed to follow him around like a puppy, not avoid him." She gasped. "Did you two fight?"

"No! No," Kurt closed his eyes. "It's not that I don't want to be around him. I do. Badly. But I have to keep my distance- for his safety; he'll get picked on less if he's not permanently attached to my hip."

"I see the way he looks at you, and you at him! Kurt, you are both going to lose your minds if you try to stay away from each other."

Kurt glared. "Death threats, Mercedes. Death threats and dumpster tosses. I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to Blaine. At least he's got safe friends."

The pair of divas peered back around the corner at the picnic table. Blaine's curls were bouncing as he nodded his head in time with the music. Sam was singing along, half laughing as he tried to keep up with Blaine on the guitar.

Kurt smiled "Look at him; he's happy."

"Does Blaine have a say in this?"

Kurt sighed "I had to threaten him with unspeakable things to make him stop coming to my locker between classes. His conditions are that he'll respect my crazy wishes, but we still have to hang out every day after school and on weekends."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath "Something's gotta give."

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Author's notes:

-Sam/Blaine duet: 'Tofino' by Old Man's Beard- www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=jgyuxUei69I&feature=related

- I realised, upon reviewing, that when Karofsky thinks "Kurt f*cking Hummel" it's alot like in Brokeback Mountain when Ennis says "Jack f*cking Twist" hmmmm... I love Brokeback Mountian. I cry every time I watch it.

-on a similar note, I'm so curious about what's really going on inside canon!Glee Karofsky's head. Does Dave Karofsky actually have romantic feelings for Kurt? Or is he disgusted with Kurt's flamboyance? Is he confused about his feelings- does he deny that he is gay? Is he jealous of Kurt's confidence? Terrified that Kurt will tell someone his secret? Losing sleep because he can't get the thought of Kurt and that uniformed boy out of his head? Does he hate and love Kurt as he hates and loves himself?

Karofsky is fascinating and although I do not ship Kurtofsky (Klaine all the way), I really want to see some more development between the two on the show, preferably letting us know more about how the bully truly feels.

-OMWG Glee so soon! EEEEEEEEEEE! *author is shaking with excitement*