Friday, after glee practice, a hand shot out of nowhere, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the handicapped boy's bathroom completely devoid of anyone but one other person. Said person shoved him in and then locked the door, the click of the lock was loud in Kurt's ears.

After he gained his equilibrium Kurt spun around to face the person who had manhandled him.

Karofsky.

Kurt's heart started pounding double time.

"What do you want, Karof..."

"Shut up." Karofsky cut him off with a low yell. He took a step closer and Kurt instinctively moved back and away. "Did you tell that guy? The one you were with? Did you tell him?"

"Tell him what?" Kurt asked shakily, though he had an idea.

"That you kissed me!" Karofsky growled, though it was obvious he wanted to yell.

"No." Kurt shook his head quickly. He KNEW he'd gotten off too easily for knowing this about the jock. "I haven't told anyone. I wouldn't. I don't believe in outing."

"I'm not..." Karofsky cut himself off. "I'm not gay," he stage whispered angrily. "You can't out someone who's not gay."

"Either way." Kurt swallowed, taking another step back. Karofsky's bulk was more intimidating than it ever had been before. "I wouldn't ever say anything. I haven't so far. You'd know if I had."

Karofsky glared at him, anger and fear clear on his face. "I..."

"Why didn't you come to me about this before?" Kurt asked despite the way his heart raced. The question felt like poking a hungry bear, but he needed to know.

Karofsky huffed. "Because it didn't... I didn't... Because nothing happened!" He growled out. "If I didn't talk to you nothing happened!" He took a few angry steps towards Kurt, who instantly backed away until the wall stopped him, before he gave up and turned in a circle. "I didn't... I'm not..."

"Dave," Kurt said softly. "Whatever you're going through right now, that did happen. So... Um, I PROMISE I won't tell anyone. You know I haven't. I don't believe in outing people, especially someone who doesn't know for sure. So - yeah. Just... You can count on that." Now he felt like he was walking on a tight rope, and he didn't know if he could make the next step. His nerves were so WRECKED.

"I'M NOT GOING THROUGH ANYTHING!" Dave yelled. "I'm not UNSURE! I know I'm not... I'm not gay." His voice got quieter until he spoke until it was just above a whisper.

Kurt bit his lip, unsure what to do now. Dave didn't seem to want to hurt him, he seemed to be stuck on pulling his own hair out. "Okay, well... Okay."

Dave turned to him, eyes SO intense. "You, you MADE me... you sound like a fucking girl and the pants you wear and... IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Kurt swallowed again and tried to press himself into the wall more. Karofsky didn't come any closer though.

"You just... FUCK, Hummel." He spun in another circle and slammed his fist against the bathroom wall opposite Kurt.

"I..." Kurt didn't know what to say. "Have you... How long have you... um, thought that about me?"

Dave glared at him. He actually seemed close to tears. "I don't think ANYTHING about you, fag. Nothing except how unnatural you are. Fags like you don't deserve to be here."

Kurt was shaking, and he was trapped. He REALLY hoped Karofsky would stick to just yelling. He didn't think he could escape if it got physical, and he sure as HELL couldn't fight back. "Okay, okay." Kurt nodded quickly. "You don't think anything, I believe you."

He seemed to calm a little, enough that Kurt stopped actively pressing so hard against the wall as if it could swallow him up and leave him on the other side. "I don't." Dave spat.

Then there was silence. Silence Kurt didn't know what to do with. Dave was jus there, in front of the locked door, steaming and casting these looks at him that Kurt couldn't read every few seconds.

Kurt had opened his mouth to maybe try to convince Dave to let him out when Dave surged forward and trapped Kurt against the wall. So close Kurt realized they were almost the same height, though Karofsky had several inches on him in width. Kurt leaned as far away from him as possible.

"Don't you even THINK about telling anybody about this." Karofsky growled, getting even closer to him. Kurt desperately wished the wall COULD swallow him.

"Never," Kurt said quickly, his voice higher pitched than he expected.

Karofsky pushed off the wall and away. "Go away. Go before I hurt you."

Kurt ran.

The door clicked shut softly, far from the bang he wanted. His heart was racing.

Kurt smelled GOOD. so good. He hadn't noticed that the last time he'd been so close to him.

And he didn't even smell like a girl. He smelled like a boy. And that fact was what was making his heart pound so hard.

He wanted to hit him. Wanted to hit him SO BAD. If he hurt him then it would just stop. It would all end and Dave wouldn't have to feel like this anymore.

Except... except it wouldn't. He'd thought that, after not seeing him all break, everything would be okay again. But then New Year's and Kurt had been with that guy and...

Jealousy was not something he was used to. Not this kind of jealousy anyway. It was so - strange. HE DIDN'T WANT IT!

Dave imagined punching Kurt, breaking that pretty nose and ruining his girly face.

It should have made him feel better, it had before sometimes. But now... Now all he could think of how sad he'd be if Kurt's face was ruined. He didn't want to hurt him, Kurt was too pretty.

Dave hit the wall again, angry at himself for feeling this way. He needed to stop! He just needed everything to stop!

His phone buzzed and Dave wiped at his face before he pulled it out. A text from Z asking about a video game tournament. Dave took a look at himself in the mirror, at the redness rimming his eyes and the tear tracks down his face.

To Z:

I can't, old man's making me help him clean up the christmas decorations from the yard.

He sighed and slipped his phone back in his pocket. Then he turned the sink on cold and bent to splash the water on his face.