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He'd pushed him away. It had been a reflex, though, not a conscious decision.

Vaguely, he registered a slam of a fist against the locker. He noticed a growl and someone walking against his shoulder, nearly knocking him to the floor.

But he felt numb.

He didn't even know how to feel, if he was honest.

Because Karofsky had just kissed him. Karofsky, the boy who had tormented him ever since he had started High School.

Kurt closed his eyes and touched his lips, trying to ignore the urge to rub his sleeve over them to get rid of the gross feeling, taste and smell Karofsky's lips had left there. He took a deep breath and sat down on the bench standing right next to him.

When he'd first started High School, he'd convinced himself, with a little help from his Dad, that everything would be better than middle school, when people had already noticed he was very different from the other boys.

He didn't like to get his clothes dirty and had already had a very great sense of fashion ever since he was only a little kid and helped his mother, Mollie, pick out his clothes. He had a very neat sense of fashion, too.

Whereas the 'normal' children wore shirts and jeans and sneakers and sometimes a hoodie if it was cold, Kurt's wardrobe consisted of bowties, khaki's, button-ups, nice sweaters and all kinds of very different shoes, like the polished ones he wore when he and his parents went to see a musical, and his favourite pair of red boots that had obviously come from the girl's section of the store.

That alone had set him apart from the group and had gotten him a few teases.

His love for musicals had, as well as the fact that he rather played house with the girls than soccer with the boys.

In itself, it hadn't even been that bad.

But then came middle school. Boys didn't always want much to do with the girls, but Kurt did. Just not in the way normal guys would want. This had made both guys and girls want to stay away from him. They realized there was something strange about him, which made him not fit in anywhere.

But his father told him that High School would probably be better.

It turned out that the opposite was true.

It was much worse.

Two weeks into High School and he'd already been thrown into a dumpster twice, been slushied four times and he had lost count of how many times people seemed to like the sound of his back hitting the metal lockers, leaving his back bruised and him having trouble sleeping, because he could not seem to get comfortable due to the bruises.

Karofsky had always been one of the worst, barely ever passing up the chance to get him to be slushied by his teammates or slushying him. He shoulder-checked him regularly, even taking his time to walk towards Kurt to throw him against a locker, even if he had been walking on the other side of the hallway.

This had learned Kurt to keep his head low when he saw Karofsky, as much as he hated feeling that pathetic and humbled.

It had saved him from a couple of bruises, though.

But then came this year, and it had only worsened.

The dumpster tosses had become a daily thing, whenever Karofsky caught Kurt walking over the parking lot alone, he'd run up and get his friends to help him with the dumpster toss.

Slushies were thrown not only by Karofsky and Azimio, but Karofsky had apparently managed to tell the entire team to target him.

Locker slams became more and more painful and regular.

Some days, Kurt didn't even want to get up, but he told himself he should not give up because of a bunch Neanderthals. And it was that thought that had made him survive the days.

But now, something had happened to Kurt that he had never expected.

Ever since he met Blaine, he walked through the corridors with his head held high again, for the mere reason that he knew he had someone to talk to. Someone that noticed and that knew what it was like to be bullied for something you had no control over.

It had given him courage, mostly because of the texts he and Blaine sent to one another.

He'd been happy to have such a good friend.

And because he'd kept his head held high, he was a more obvious target.

So when Karofsky had hit his phone out of his hands, and had carelessly thrown him against a locker, he had felt a rush of courage and had followed him, asking him what his problem was.

He wasn't sure what had been said after that, only that Karofsky had become increasingly frustrated.

And then, out of nowhere, there was the kiss.

Kurt hadn't kissed back.

How could he? How could he possibly kiss a boy who had tormented him all those years?

Kurt opened his eyes and took a deep, shaking breath, before he saw someone standing in the doorway.

It was a girl he vaguely recognized. She had a locker in the same row he had. She'd been standing by the locker when his phone had been hit out of his hands.

'Hi. I believe this is yours?'

Kurt looked at her hand, which had his phone in it. The screen of it was broken in several places, but it still worked. He took it.

The girl nodded and turned around, disappearing into the crowd without even so much as asking if Kurt was okay.

He merely sighed, though. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected it. He'd expected people to ignore the fact that he must have looked everything but fine.

But he only took a deep breath, willing the feeling of his throat closing up at the thought of Karofsky and how near he most likely still was away.

He got up, but couldn't bring himself to walk out of the locker room, into a crowd full of people who didn't even look at him to see if he was okay when he was once again thrown into a locker.

So, instead of going to his lesson, he stood there, he didn't even know for how long.

Then he remembered something.

Blaine had told him he didn't have class around this time of day.

And Blaine had tried to help him more than his entire school.

Without another thought, Kurt unlocked his phone and searched for Blaine's number.

Just a moment, he hesitated, feeling like he might be annoying Blaine with constantly asking his help. But then again, Blaine had told him that if he needed someone to talk to, he could always call him, hadn't he?

So he pushed the 'Call'- button and waited for Blaine to pick up.

'Hello?'

'Hi, Blaine. It's Kurt.'

Because this scene wasn't there when it should've been.