One New Friend Request.

Kurt stared at the screen in disbelief. So many things were running through his mind at the moment. First off, why the hell was Dave Karofsky adding him as a friend on Facebook? He read the name over and over, but his mind never fully processed the request. His mind was reeling.

Then he clicked 'accept'.

He had no idea why he did. It was like someone else was controlling his mind. This was Dave Karofsky, the kid that has made the past two years of school living hell for him. The very same kid that slushied him every day, threw him in dumpsters, cornered him in the hall and threatened to beat him up.

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. When he opened them back up, he saw the IM window pop up. He looked down at the name.

Dave Karofsky: "Hi."

Kurt's eyes widened. He moved the mouse up to the little red x in the corner and was about to click when another message appeared.

I need some advice. Please, Kurt.

He sighed and typed a quick response.


"Oh, thank you for responding. I wasn't sure if you would since...yeah..."

"No problem. What did you need advice on?"

"Um...Well, first, I want to apologize for everything...the slushies and dumpster..."

Kurt stared at the message for a few seconds before replying.

"If this is some sort of joke, it isn't funny. Figgins will hear about this."

"Kurt! Stop! It's not a joke. It's me, I promise. I really am sorry."

"How can I tell if this is really you?"

"Would you rather do this in person?"

"...I have the police on speed dial. If you try anything..."

"I wont, goddammit! Just meet me at the park, I really need advice."

"...Fine. I'm leaving now."

"See you soon."

Kurt slipped on his sneakers and left the house, still wondering what the hell was going on? What did Karofsky need help with from him? It was baffling but his curiousity overpowered his judgement.

As he made his way to the park, he got a text from an unknown number.

"Hey, this is Karofsky. I got your number from Puck's phone last time I saw him...just in case you ignored my Facebook request...I'm over on the jungle gym."

"Okay." He typed out quickly, and walked over to the jungle gym cautiously.

"I promised you I wouldn't do anything to you, dude, don't worry. I don't have slushies and there isn't a dumpster here," Karofsky mused, sliding off the playground equipment with surprising ease.

Kurt took a cautious step forward, forcing a smile.

"Do you gotta shit or something?"

"No, I'm still nervous that you're going to do something."

"Dude...I promised. I keep my promises."

Kurt simply nodded but didn't move. Karofsky continued.

"What did, how did you tell your dad that you were gay?"

Kurt was fully intrigued now. He arched his eyebrow and looked Karofsky in his eyes, searching for any signs of this being a joke. All he saw were fear and what looked like tears. He couldn't believe it. He actually felt sorry for him.


"Just...tell me how you told him...please."

"After I won the football game, I told him...that's about it..."

"No special speech or anything?"



Kurt moved a step closer.


"What? really..." Karofsky's eyes gave him away instantly.

"You're lying...if you can't even tell me, how are you going to tell your parents?"

"I...just...fine...I'm gay."

Kurt felt an odd sense of compassion for him. He knew what it was like to go through this and he wanted to help anyone he could, but this is his worst tormentor. He ruined so many of his clothes. Kurt let a crooked smile smear across his face before answering.

"I know."

"Wait, what? How?"

"Let's've tormented me since 8th grade. You know it's been proven that people who are homophobic and mean towards other gay guys are insecure with their own sexuality. I assumed that was the case. I'm good."

"D-don't tell anyone."

"I won't." Kurt looked at him. He was smiling, but you could still see the freckle of fear glinting in his eyes. "I promise."

"Thank you...I, um, also have something else to tell you."

"You're not going to say you're in love with Puck or Finn or /Azimio/ are you?"

Karofsky laughed awkwardly at Kurt's facial expression-which was a mixture of disgust and intrigue.

"No. I'm in love with you."