AN: So this is a little 'what if' take on a scene from "Never Been Kissed". I'm sure you'll all know what scene. Inspired by lyrics from "Buzz" by Steps

Heading for the locker room, I hoped that I had left my cell phone in my locker after PE. The last thing I wanted to do was tell my mom I had lost it, but I had searched my backpack and regular locker already. If it wasn't in my gym locker I was screwed though.

Walking into the locker room I came to an instant stop at the sight before me. Karofsky hands are on Kurt's face and his lips are pressed against Kurt's. That was definitely not a sight I wanted to walk in on and I was about to back out the door quietly but then Kurt backed away and I saw his terrified expression. The kiss had clearly not been wanted by both parties.

Despite having turned a blind eye to Karofsky's harassament of Kurt so far this year, and not at all comfortable with the sight I had just witnessed, I knew I could not turn my back on this. If some guy had been forcing themselves on a girl I would intervene. I couldn't in good conscious just walk away from this just because it was Kurt and not some girl.

I saw Karofsky take a step toward Kurt, and even though Kurt reached out to push him away I still stepped in between the two of them.

"Back off, Karofsky," I told my teammate.

A look of fear flashed briefly across his face before it was replaced with anger.

"Mind your own business, Hudson."

"Seeing as Kurt's my friend, this is my business," I told him, not backing down. "You go around saying everyone else is gay but apparently that's all a front."

"Shut your mouth," Karofsky yelled, raising his fist and taking a step closer to me.

"Go ahead. Hit me and give me a reason to go to the principal's office," I told him, standing my ground.

With a sound of frustration, Karofsky punched the locker next to us before stalking out of the locker room. As the door shut behind Karofsky, I turned to Kurt. He was leaning against the bank of lockers, one hand to his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

"Come on," I said reaching for his arm. "Let's go to Figgins."

Kurt pulled away from me and shook his head. "No. We're not telling anyone," he told me.

"Kurt-"

"No. I won't be responsible for outing someone," he said, before walking toward the exit.

I watched him walk away debating whether I should go along with him or speak the truth.