Kurt
I pulled up in front of Dave's house, wondering whether or not I should go up and ring the doorbell. I ended up deciding to do so in the end, just hoping that it would be Dave who answered the door. I pressed in the doorbell and heard as a tune echoed through the house. It had barely been ringing a few seconds before the door flung open and there stood Dave. That's when all of the worries I'd had set in.
His nose was bandaged and surrounded by red patches and slight darkness. One eye was completely black, making his hazel iris seem unusually bright. His other eye was fine, but there were dark patches showing his lack of sleep.
Before I could even think, I pulled him in a tight hug. How could I have let this happen to him? How could I have allowed him to let himself get hurt?
I suddenly realised that I'd been clinging to him like a lost child, and I didn't even know if he was hurting anywhere else.
'I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?' I said, immediately springing apart from him.
'Trust me, it's not you who hurt me,' he mumbled. I noticed his eyes were glazed with tears. What had happened?
'I'm so sorry Dave. Did you want a lift to school? I don't suppose you can drive with your eye like that,' I offered.
'If that's alright. Saves me having to endure Lauren for the ride,' he pulled his bag over his shoulder. 'Lauren! I'm getting a ride with Kurt! See you later!' he called. He didn't wait for a reply before he shut the door and walked with me towards my car.
'What happened?' I asked as we climbed in.
'Oh, yeah. Well I told them and my dad got mad. He was telling me not to lie to him and insisting it was a joke. He told me to get out of the house and my mum told him not to talk to me like that and said he should be leaving if he was treating me this way. He hit her and me and Lauren went to her. He pulled me up by my collar and told me I was a disappointment and a disgrace and to leave. I was nearly at the point of begging for him to not kick me out. That's when he punched me. In the nose. Lauren went mad. He told her not to stick up for me and I deserved it. I was defying my religion. I told him it was his religion and he punched me again in the eye. Then mum went crazy at him and told him it was her house not his and to leave if he was going to treat me like that. He said he'd leave her to rot in hell. Then he packed his stuff. Just before he left he said "Good luck, Linda. Good luck with your kids." Then he left. And I...'
He let out a whimper and more tears fell to his cheeks, highlighting his bruising and redness. I shuffled up to him, placing my arm over his shoulders and he turned into me. He rested his head on my shoulder and let out muffled cry into my sweater.
'Shh Dave, it's okay. I'm so sorry this happened,' I whispered into his ear. I rubbed my hand along his back, but he winced. 'Oh, I'm sorry. I really...'
'Stop. Don't apologise. It's my fault. Not yours,' he insisted, sitting up again and looking at me. 'God, look at me.' He wiped his left eye on his letterman jacket and patted his right eye as not to hurt it.
'It's not your fault Dave. You can't help who you are and you can't help who your dad is. You can't help that he felt this necessary. But that's in the past now. It's over with. You still have your mum and Lauren. You still have people who love you. You have me and my family. Don't worry Dave.'
He nodded and gave me a weary smile. 'I know. I'm sorry, you probably think I'm an idiot. And I've messed up your sweater. God I am an idiot.'
'You're not an idiot! My sweater will dry! The only thing you should be apologising for is making me so worried about you. It'll be your fault if I have massive bags under my eyes today Dave!' I joked.
'You were worried about me?' His voice was softer and slightly confused.
'Of course I was worried about you Dave. I hadn't spoken to you, Lauren hadn't given me much information to go off. I had no idea what had happened to you. I could barely sleep,' I explained.
'Oh,' was all he said. I pulled my arm from around his shoulders and shuffled back over to sit in front of the steering wheel.
'Now let's get to school or we'll be late.'
Dave
Woah. Kurt had worried about me. He was so fucking adorable!
I admit, I was finding it hard to concentrate on coming up with a story to explain my face, due to Kurt's adorableness.
'Dude!' came a voice as I turned the corner. I snapped out of my little 'Kurt-world'. Azimio had stopped and was staring at me with confusion spread across his expression. 'What the fuck happened to you?'
'Erm. I was in a fight. With a guy. Tried to rob Lauren's bag. It's no biggy,' I lied, but Azimio didn't look convinced.
'Dude. Get your ass in the locker room and give me the real explanation,' he said a little quieter. I nodded and headed to the locker room with him at my side. I told him the same story I'd told Kurt, luckily with less girly crying and sniffling. He seemed slightly taken aback.
'What the fuck? Are you alright?' he asked, giving me a friendly slap on the back. I let out a groan and he realised what he'd done. 'Sorry, man!'
'It's fine Zi, and I'm fine. Honestly. I'll be right as rain in no time,' I insisted.
He let out a loud chuckle. 'You've been hanging around with Hummel too much, bro!'
'I'm not sure whether that's good or not,' I admitted, with a smirk.
'Good for you, dude. Not good for the guys who have to listen to your little Hummel-phrases. You'll be praising Gaga next!' he said.
I laughed loudly, but was back to thinking about Kurt again. He'd been worried about me. He'd lost sleep over me. Shit, he cared about me. Me. Kurt Hummel cared about me. It still didn't sound right, but it still sounded amazing!
'Earth to Dave?' Azimio said, snapping his fingers. 'Yeah, you got it bad, man! See you in practise!'
'Yeah, see you later!' I called as he left.
Kurt Hummel cared about me.