It's not unusual. Glee boyxboy story

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1

Karofsky walked through the Mckinley High School hallways. He hadn't missed this place as it was where the worst of things always happened to him. He was now out to the whole school, like anyone cared anyways. He knew that it wasn't gonna be long before a cold slushie was going down his new golf shirt, which looked exactly like the last one. This was his first day back, and he didn't know where to look as there were eyeballs staring at him everywhere. Even though this was only gonna last for a maximum of 2 days, he didn't feel any better. 'The suicide kid, the hangman' he thought to himself, 'don't they have anything better to do'. He entered his first class, and felt everyone staring at him, and went to his desk, where he saw a piece of paper which he knew what was written on it. 'Fag' it said, he'd gotten used to it by now so he just rolled the paper into a ball and threw it in the trash can. This was gonna be a long looooong day.

Lunch time and he felt like his head was gonna explode. He ordered food, where he saw lunchlady Millie whatshername, who her was going to be making jokes about sooner or later. And then he thought, he didn't have any friends. He wasn't really sure if Azimio still wanted to be his friend now that he knew, along with the rest of the school. He went to an isolated table and began attacking his food, not giving a care if anyone saw him since he was now lower than the freshman hockey team anyways. Then suddenly he heard a loud chatter and then there he was, Azimio. His best friend since God knows when who was now just a school mate, who may or may not still want to be friends with him. But he was afraid of talking to him, afraid that he might flip and kill him.

He was suddenly taken out of his thoughts by a balled paper hitting him. Seems like it came from the jocks table. He really wasn't in the mood of hearing any more of that word so he ignored it. Another one came and then he opened it. 'Bleachers in 5.

-A'. God he felt like another character from Pretty Little Liars(one of his favourite shows) right now, what kind of letter comes from A. He didn't like this but hey, its not like he liked anything anyways. Azimio left and he followed after him. He got to the bleachers and saw 'A' waiting impatiently for him, like it had been that long, he'd been on his ass and it had been less than a minute.

"So since when are you on the A team?" he asked, jokingly.

"Since Mona went to the madhouse thats when," he replied, amused.

It felt good for him to talk to his friend again, he's had time to think and maybe he's reconsidered.

"So... What did you want to talk about? We can't be seen together and you have a reputation to protect and being seen with the gay kid won't make it any easier."

"Don't talk like that man, we can still be friends on the down low," Azimio replies.

"Yeah like that's gonna help, slushie at school and video games at home, I'm really not into that. How's football?"

"Football's good, although Shane is outplaying everyone. Do you want back?"

"Yeah, but the locker room's really not the place to be. If you know what I mean, its a no fags allowed. And we both know what happened last time, no joke."

"Whatever man, just don't do that again. You can join you know, just as long as you don't give much thought to that crap you're gonna be fine. Anyways I gotta go, reputations to protect, people to see," Azimio says, but before he could go any further Karofsky grabs his wrist and says, "thanks man, for... everything. At least someone at this school still sees me as a person."

Azimio pulls him for a bro hug and whispers in his ear, "tell anyone about this weird side of me and you'll eat drop for the rest of your life."

'Oh how scary,' he thought to himself before saying, "Sure." Azimio wasn't really great at this insulting and threatening thing, he used action, not like Santana who had the biggest mouth ever, he wondered what she would say next time she saw him as he watched Azimio walking away, his ass especially, which was flat for someone with that much weight, since she always had something to say.

His day had gotten a lot better than he had anticipated.