...You know, it seems like ever since I got into South Park and Glee, I'm becoming interested in yaoi fanfiction.
Anyway, I do not own Glee, it belongs to Fox. Let me know if any characters are OOC.
That's how long Kurt Hummel has been at Dalton Academy. Five months since he fell in love with Blaine. He would try to get it out of him, but, he learned his lesson with Finn. Instead of leading him on, just be patient. Patience is a virtue after all.
Five months, and much to Kurt's pleasant surprise, Blaine asked him to sing a duet with him at Regionals! They went to dinner and a movie afterwards, and shared their first kiss. Kurt was happy and satisfied.
All weekend long, Kurt thought of nothing else but Blaine (Driving his father and stepbrother crazy). As he headed to the senior commons the following Monday, he smiled and hummed a few love songs. His smile widened when he saw Blaine sitting on one of the couches, reading. Kurt walked over to him.
"Mind if I join you?" Asked Kurt, a little flirtatious.
"No, not at all." Blaine responded, patting the seat next to him.
Kurt sat down and sighed. "So, how was the rest of your weekend?"
"Great. Yours?" Asked Blaine, closing his book.
"Couldn't be better." Kurt replied. They stared at each other for a few minutes intently. They slowly moved closer together. As they leaned in to kiss, Kurt all of a sudden got flashbacks of Karofsky kissing him forcefully, and pulled back. He gasped for breath.
Blaine instantly felt guilty. "I-I'm sorry. I-that was too forward."
"No, no, It was my fault." Kurt stood up and started pacing slowly.
Blaine grew concerned. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Kurt stopped pacing, swallowed, and turned around, facing Blaine. "It's just...ever since he kissed me...I can't stop thinking about it, and not in a good way."
"You told me that the kiss meant something." Blaine recalled. "Is that good or bad?"
Kurt thought about it for a minute. "It's bad, Blaine. I just feel so...violated. Like my virginity has been stolen. It's like, I'm never going to get that first great experience back."
Blaine looked behind Kurt, and his eyes widened. "Kurt..."
"What?" Kurt noticed his mentor looking behind him, and turned around. He gasped inwardly. His stomach dropped and a lump rose to his throat. Finn was standing at the doorway to the senior commons looking shocked and curious. He has heard every word. "Finn. What are you doing here?"
Finn held up a textbook. "You left this at home. I have free period first thing, so I volunteered to drop this off."
Kurt sighed, walked over to Finn and reached for the textbook. "Thanks."
Finn held the textbook over his shoulder out of Kurt's reach. "Why do you feel violated? What happened?"
"It's none of your damn business, Finn." Kurt snapped.
Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kurt, maybe you should tell him."
"Why? What good would that do?" Kurt whispered.
"Tell me what?" Asked Finn.
"I should go." Blaine started walking towards the door. "I know you two have a lot to talk about."
Finn grabbed Blaine's arm. "No. Stay." He dropped his arm and turned to Kurt. "Explain, please?"
"Kurt...what's going on?" Finn asked gently. "I'm your brother. You can tell me anything."
Kurt sighed in resignation. "All right. I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't say anything or do anything."
"I promise." Finn said firmly.
"All right..." Kurt exhaled sharply. "Karofsky kissed me, which is why he threatened to kill me."
Finn gaped at Kurt in bewilderment and shock. "On the lips?" Kurt nodded. "W-when? Where?"
"Two months ago...in the locker room." Kurt answered. "I...I couldn't take it anymore, so I confronted him. And he forced a kiss on me. After he pulled away, he tried to kiss me again, but I pushed him away. After that, he kept stalking me and acted creepy. It was terrifying."
"Creepy how?" Finn asked.
"Stroking my chest, getting close to me..." Kurt got choked up. "He also took my cake topper."
Finn's throat went dry and his eyes started to burn. He couldn't decide which was worse: finding out your best friend got your girlfriend pregnant and both lying about it for six months, or finding out that your stepbrother has been mouth-raped and stalked by someone on your football team, and a known homophobic.
Kurt shifted and waiting anxiously for Finn's reaction. Finn swallowed. "Who else knows about this?"
"Just you and Blaine."
Finn opened and closed his mouth. He turned to the right, then back at Kurt, shaking his head and shrugging. "How could you not report it?"
"I told you: he threatened to kill me if I told anyone!" Kurt exclaimed. He clasped his hands in front of him, pleading. "Please, Finn, if you tell anyone, you would be signing my death warrant! Do you really want to be responsible for taking a child away from his parents? Do you?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Finn rubbed his forehead and sighed. "All right. I won't say anything."
Kurt sighed in relief. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Finn handed Kurt's textbook over to him. "By the way, you should know that...your dad was actually planning on delivering this over, but since his morning is pretty busy, I volunteered."
"Oh." Kurt nodded slowly. They both knew what would've happened had Burt overheard Kurt talking about the incident with Karofky: all that would be left is a spinning baseball cap, a cloud of dust, a lot of collateral damage while Burt drove to Mckinley High, freaked out students, and a huge lawsuit. And quite possible, Burt going to jail for either assault, or- God forbid- murder. Kurt took his textbook from Finn. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Finn sighed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah...I'll be fine." Kurt nodded and gave a small smile.
Finn nodded. "Okay. See you tonight."
For the rest of the day, Finn could not stop thinking about Kurts' revelation. Nothing like this ever happened at Mckinley; he didn't know what to do with Karofsky being a closeted homosexual and kissing Kurt. In fact, if it weren't for him promising Kurt he wouldn't do anything, he would have marched right up to Karofsky and beat the ever loving crap out of him.
Finn sighed heavily. 'Well, this sucks. The one time I actually want to do something about Kurt's drama with Karofsky, I can't, because it'll cost Kurt's life. And I will never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to Kurt.'
Finn looked up to see Mr. Schuester looking at him expectantly. Finn thought fast. "Ummm...lampara?"
"Class is over, Finn." Will stated, gesturing to the empty seats.
The former quarterback blushed, embarrassed. He got up, grabbed his stuff and ran out the door. Will looked after him slightly concerned.
"All right, let's start with Hudson on defense."
The Mckinley High basketball team were in the gym, strategizing for their next game. Beiste was calling the shots. She looked around at her team and noticed someone was missing. "Where the hell's Karofsky?"
As if on cue, Karofsky walked through the doors. Everyone turned to him. Beiste glared at him impatiently. "Karofsky, you're late! That's the fifth time this month!"
"I know. I had to be somewhere." Karofsky replied.
Finn stepped forward. "Where were you?"
Karofsky sneered at Finn. "I don't have to answer to you, Gay-son."
Something snapped inside Finn. He clutched his fists, glared daggers at Karofsky, and started storming towards him. "Where were you? Where the hell were you, you son of a bitch?" He tackled Karofsky to the ground and started punching him. "WHERE WERE YOU?"
"HEY! HEY!" Beiste yelled. She ran to pull Finn off Karofsky. "BREAK IT UP, DAMMIT!"
The team watched in shock and amusement at the fighting boys. Sam rushed over to help pull them apart.
Beiste held onto Finn and glared at him. "Take a walk!" She shoved him towards the door. "I don't want to see you again until you've calmed down."
Throwing one last glare at Karofsky, Finn stormed out
"Wow..." Puck commented. Then he smirked. "I've never seen him act this way, my God, he's going crazy." The rest of the team just stared at him. "...Just trying to lighten up the moment."
….Yeah...I'm gonna try to add at least one funny line or scene per chapter so this story won't be too dramatic.