Is this the wrong story? (a Kurt x JD story.)

Alright.

{Kurt}

I wake up to JD yelling suddenly. It's like 2 AM. I calm him down by Shushing him and hugging him. I dunno. Whatever I can do. I ask him what happens;

"It was me. Instead of my mother."

There are tears in his eyes. This happens often, I can tell. He tells me about how he relived that moment when his mother died but in her place. We talk for a few hours. Just. Talk. I could do this forever. Sadly, I have to get home. I wouldn't like it if my Father knew I was here. I just leave through the front door, JD's father is pretty cool. I like him. I get home and begin heading to my room when I'm stopped by my dad.

"Where were you, son?"

"Just—uhh out."

"At 6:00?"

"Had to...run some errands."

"..."

"..."

"At some guy's house?"

Shit shit shit.

"Y- yup. That was...I was- W- well I- we were just...Watching the game."

Hopefully he buys that...?

"Didn't know you liked basketball."

"Oh, yeah. I enjoy...basketball. It's...cool."

"..."

"..."

"You're a good kid. Sometimes."

He mutters that last part before heading to his room. Thank. Fuck.
A few days later I'm at the cemetary with Ram. We are here because Heather told us we were gonna do a lil' sexy thing but Ram told them I'm dating Jason Dean. So that's fun. Now we're just playing Uno. Actually, Heather M was very supportive. Heather D, not so much. I don't know, she seemed pissed for some reason. She's also losing at Uno. Well, whatever. We finish a round...or 6...and then leave. Pretty uneventful. The next day at school I get pulled into a classroom where I'm yelled at by two guys on the football team. Uhh, what the fuck?? They're calling me faggot and pushing me around. Goddamnit who told them? Apparently they're the only ones who know right now because they threaten to tell everyone in Westerburg if I don't move states. Which is not cool. So I say that.

"Guys, this isn't funny." I say. Probably an understatement but whatever. These damn homophobes are starting to piss me off.
They begin cursing me out and throwing me down and beating me up. Jesus christ these guys are strong. They push me out of the room. Rude. Later that day JD approaches me. He must have seen all the bruises and scratches on me as he wouldn't be shocked like that normally. He immediately holds me in his arms. This is nice. He me what happened. I explain the whateverthafuck that happened with two people on the football team. His eyes fill with rage and fury, I can tell what he's thinking. He wants revenge. I try to tell him that's not necessary, but it's not my say.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them. You rest and get better, okay sweetheart?"

Woah. I'm now blushing. I'm still shocked that we're dating. This is weird, faggot behavior. It feels childish, out of character. But I don't care. Ram called me a 'Himbo', what ever that means. JD leaves, but I feel him constantly. Like he's stalked me until I get home. Then I realize, holy shit he has been stalking me this whole time. He says he'd like to sleep over at my place. At first I'm not sure, but then I remember my father isn't gonna be home for 2 days...

...

A smirk forms on my face, I look over to JD and it's like we share the same thought. I lead him to my bedroom...God, what am I doing? He pushes me onto my bed and kisses me. Roughly. I can feel something pressing against my leg...He begins to unbuckle my pants, and he undoes his shirt.

Uhhm, Alright~