A/N Once again I was trying to work on one of my other stories, but this one wouldn't leave me alone. I'll post the next chapter of Dalton Boys sometime between now and Monday, and another chapter of The Final Bite by next week. Also, I think I figured out where I went wrong with Their Love is Out of This World, so hopefully will have that up in the next week or so as well! For now I hope you enjoy this chapter!

This starts about halfway through Never Been Kissed and will skip through parts of The Substitute. Did you know that Burt was the only main character on the show who did not sing? Figgins also never sang, but he was never given more than guest star status, while Mike O'Malley was added as a main character in Season two.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Kiss and Don't Tell

In the end, Kurt decided not to go to the hospital. Instead he googled concussions, hallucinations, and coma. If he was in a coma, there really wasn't anything he could do about it. If he had a mild concussion and was hallucinating, the effects would go away eventually.

He relaxed on his bed with a sigh. He'd always wanted his life to be more like a musical. Was hallucinating it was for a few days so bad?

He woke up the next morning to the birds outside his window singing. With his Dad.

Good morning starshine, the earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below

Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song

Giddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le le lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Good morning starshine
There's love in your skies
Reflecting the sunlight
In my lover's eyes

Good morning starshine
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song

Giddy glup gloopy nibby nabby noopy la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba nooby abba nabba le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early morning singing song

Can you hear me
Singing a song, humming a song, singing a song
Loving a song, laughing a song, singing the song
Sing the song, song the sing
Song song song sing sing sing sing song

Okay, maybe living in a real life musical wasn't as perfect as it sounded, Kurt thought as the song ended, and he was left alone to get ready for school. Well, he had to admit it had been kind of funny seeing his dad dancing around his room, and he was smiling when he went upstairs for breakfast. He had to hide his grin when he saw his dad sipping a cup of decaf and reading his newspaper.

As Kurt walked through the halls before first period, he kept thinking about the boy, Blaine, who he'd met the day before. Kurt was out and proud, but felt small and weak thanks to the constant bullying. Blaine had seemed confident and strong, and held his head high. Just the thought of the dark haired Warbler was enough to make Kurt smile and walk a little taller.

He was smiling as he sat down in the choir room for morning meeting, and his smile widened as the girls performed, especially when his phone vibrated, signaling a text message. It was from Blaine, and was only one word.

Courage!

He was looking at the message again as he walked down the hall again a short while later, the smile on his face feeling both amazing and foreign. Perhaps that is why he didn't see it coming.

The phone was slapped out of his hands, and then Karofsky was shoving him into the lockers again. He was momentarily stunned as he felt the metal digging into his shoulder. Once the initial shock wore of, Kurt could feel fear growing inside him.

And then anger. Out of no where, music began to play, though it seemed like no one else in the hall could hear it. And he began singing, softly at first.

When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live

He thought he heard Finn and Puck sing an echo.

you know you did, you know you did, you know you did

He straightened away from the lockers, and glowered at the retreating form of Karofsky. His voice rose in volume as he continued to sing. No one even paid attention to him.

But if this ever changing world in which we're living
Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die

Suddenly he began to chase down the jock in the Letterman's jacket, the music crescendoing around him.

"Hey!" he shouted, but the Neanderthal just kept going.

What does it matter to ya
When you got a job to do
You gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fellow hell

Kurt followed the larger boy, determined to confront him. He slammed into the locker room.

"I'm talking to you!"

The song continued, even though he wasn't singing anymore.

When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live

"The girl's locker room is next door," Karofsky sneered, barely looking at him.

Kurt could faintly hear Finn and Puck's voices again.

you know you did, you know you, did you know you did

"What is your problem?" Kurt demanded.

"Excuse me?" Karofsky said, turning to confront him.

"What are you so scared of?"

But if this ever changing world in which we're living
Makes you give in and cry

"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?"

"Oh, yeah, every straight guy's nightmare! That all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you!"

Say live and let die

"Well guess what, ham hock? You're not my type!"

"That right?"

Live and let die

"Yes! I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty!"

"Don't push me Hummel!" Karofsky said, raising a fist.

Kurt looked at the fist briefly. "You going to hit me?"

"Don't push me!"

Live and let die

"Do it! Hit me! Cause it's not going to change who I am! You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

"I said get out of my face!" The football player roared.

"You're nothing more than a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

The kiss shocked the living hell out of Kurt.

Live and let die

When the larger boy tried to kiss him again, Kurt shoved him away, a look of horror on his face. Karofsky, realizing what he had done, slammed his fists into the locker beside him, and stormed out.

Kurt couldn't recall how he had reached his Navigator. He was still numb from shock as he sat behind the wheel.

His first kiss.

He'd thought about his first kiss with a boy a lot the past year. How it would feel. What it would taste like. Whether it would be long and slow or short and sweet.

He had never once imagined it would be forced upon him, that he would only feel fear and dread, and that it would have the sour taste of revulsion. No one could fault him if his thoughts were solely about the impact the stolen kiss had on him at first, but as the initial shock began to fade, he realized just what the kiss implied.

Karofsky had kissed him.

David Karofsky, homophobic jock, Neanderthal, bully, had kissed him. The football player was gay, but so far in the closet he could see Narnia.

Kurt was once again stunned by the shock. He understood the fear of realizing how different you are from your peers, of understanding just what made you different. Karofsky was terrified of what he was. That was why he took it out on Kurt.

Kurt, who didn't hide who he was. Kurt, who didn't cower in fear of himself. Kurt, who didn't care what people thought of him. Kurt, who flaunted his body and his talent. Kurt, who embodied everything Karofsky was too afraid and ashamed to admit.

Oh, Gaga, what was he going to do? Who knew when the larger boy would lose it enough to really hurt Kurt, especially now that his secret was revealed? The pale boy couldn't even tell anyone! New Directions would protect him if they knew, he was certain of that, but he couldn't tell them. It would ruin the jock, and no matter how much easier it would make Kurt's life, he couldn't do that to someone else.

He couldn't tell his dad either. The stress would be too much for the elder Hummel's heart. Kurt was terrified. He needed someone to know what was going on, just in case things escalated.

And then he remembered there was one person he could talk to about this.

"Geesh, guys, you act like I've never lost a fight before!" Blaine Anderson hissed out a whispered protest as his friends surrounded him Wednesday morning, looking him over as if he was weak and helpless. David, Trent, and Nick were the only other Warblers who knew about Dalton's fight club, and had witnessed his loss the night before.

"Yeah," Nick said, keeping his voice low. "But it's the first time you lost by TKO. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine! I went to the nurse this morning and said I fell out of bed and hit my head, and she checked me over and said everything was okay, gave me some ibuprofen, and told me to be more careful."

"Man, that fight was intense, though." David looked at him in appreciation.

"Yeah, well, he'd been leading with right hooks all through the fight. I wasn't expecting him to switch up and lead with a left uppercut." Blaine didn't admit to them that he'd been distracted by thoughts of the McKinley spy. He wondered what the boy would think of the twice weekly underground fight club.

As if conjured from his thoughts, his cell phone indicated an incoming call, and Blaine smiled to himself when he saw the caller ID.

"Kurt?" He said, answering.

"B-Blaine?"

"Kurt, what's wrong? You sound upset!"

"I didn't know who else to talk to! I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I'm so confused and scared and I don't know what to do!"

The other boy sounded so agitated. "Kurt, take a deep breath! What happened?"

The reply was so softly spoken, Blaine wasn't sure he had heard it correctly. "He kissed me."

Frowning, Blaine waved away the other boys when Trent asked who he was talking to. David recognized the name, of course, and lead the other two away, explaining as they went.

"Who kissed you, and why?" Blaine asked softly, taking refuge in an empty classroom. He could hear the other boy fighting through tears.

"Karofsky, the one I told you about yesterday. He slapped my phone out of my hand, and then slammed me into a locker again. I got mad and chased him down in the locker room. I was shouting at him, and suddenly he just grabbed me by the face and kissed me!"

The implication of the kiss wasn't lost on Blaine. "He's in the closet! That's why he targeted you so much with the bullying. He's taking out all his fears and insecurities on you!"

"I'm terrified," Kurt admitted. "Now that I know the truth, he might do something worse just to keep me from telling anyone else."

Blaine thought about it for a moment. "What if we confront him together, someplace with too many witnesses for him to hurt you, but private enough no one will over hear us?"

"Do you think that's safe? What if he attacks anyway?"

"Don't worry, we can handle it. I'll be there in a little under two hours. Go to class, I'll text you when I get there, and we'll talk to him."

As Blaine hung up, he thought about why he'd set up the Dalton Fight club in the first place. After the attack at the dance the previous year, he'd taught himself how to fight back, but knew that just practicing on an inanimate punching bag wasn't enough. He had to learn how to face a real opponent. He needed to learn how to take a punch just as much as how to throw one.

As he drove, he flicked on the radio only to find static from his usual station. He hit scan, and after a moment, music began, and he found himself singing along.

Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

So many times it happens too fast
You trade your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

Rising up, straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger

Kurt was just leaving calculus when he received Blaine's text, and headed out to the parking lot to meet him. Despite the fear he was still feeling, he felt a small smile pull at his lips as he thought about Blaine coming to his rescue, just like the Princes in all his favorite Disney movies.

Once again, he heard music, and found himself singing.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn, I dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear that there's someone somewhere watching me

He thought he heard Santana and Brittany singing with him on the next verse.

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

Like the fire in my blood
Like the fire in my blood
Like the fire in my blood
Like the fire in my blood

He moved faster as he got closer to the parking lot, the thought of seeing Blaine urging him forward, even as the song hit its peak.

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

And there he was, on the far end of the parking lot, leaning against his car, watching for him.

A week had passed since he and Blaine had confronted the jock. The larger boy hadn't been too receptive to their talk, but he had avoided Kurt for the past several days, which was some relief, at least. Perhaps he would leave Kurt alone now.

Of course he couldn't have a full week without some kind of drama. He had regretted asking Ms. Holiday to take over Glee club while Mr. Schue was out sick. While she had had some awesome ideas for the show choir's upcoming competition, she had also almost gotten his best friend Mercedes expelled.

He had just finished talking to the dark skinned Diva, and was watching her walk down the hallway, when Karofsky startled him.

"Question for you!" He growled menacingly. "Did you tell anyone else what happened? How...you kissed me?"

Kurt glared at him. "You kissed me! And I know how hard that is for you to deal with. So no, I haven't told anyone."

"Good. You keep it that way! Cause if you do, I'll kill you!"

Fear slammed into him as the jock pushed past him and walked away.

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A/N Songs in this chapter are;

Good Morning Starshine- From the Musical, Hair

Live and Let Die- Paul McCartney and Wings

Eye of the Tiger- Survivor

I Need a Hero- Bonnie Tyler