Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 2: Courage

Kurt:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing way too close to my head. I threw my demented alarm clock from my bedside table to the wall. It instantly stopped buzzing and shattered. I groaned at the realization of what I had just done. While pushing myself off the bed, I threw my blankets off and rubbed my eyes.

I shuffled over to my closet, picked out a gray long sleeved button down with a black vest and dress pants, and wandered to the bathroom to take a shower.

On the way I grabbed a few necessities but before I got to the bathroom I walked into a wall.

Great. I can tell that this will be a good day, I sarcastically said in my head.

After my shower I got dressed and headed down stairs. My dad was already there drinking a mug of coffee and reading a news paper. I waved to him as I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

All throughout the morning my mind had found a way to relate everything I did to Blaine. After a while I stopped trying to not think about him. It was too inevitable. I had never been kissed so I didn't know what to do when I started thinking about Blaine's lips.

When I got to my first class Azimio wasn't there yet. I cheered to myself and walked calmly to my seat. Suddenly, when I was about two seats away from my destination, I got shoved so hard that I went crashing to the ground and sliding across the floor. I had scraped my hand on the floor. Nothing was bad. Yet.

I looked up behind me and saw Azimio towering over me. Thank some magical power that the teacher came in right as Azimio was about to kick me.

"Azimio, what happened to Kurt?"

"Oh nothing. I was just, uh, helping him up. Yeah, helping him up," Azimio roughly grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me up.

"Thank you," she turned to us, "Now have a seat."

I managed to dodge Azimio's attacks for the rest of the class. But as soon as the bell rang I did the same as yesterday and darted out of the class. I wasn't fast enough this time.

Azimio caught the collar of the back of my shirt and pulled me down. I looked up at him from the filthy floor and tried to make myself small. He smiled at me before someone in front of him caught his eye. Another victim most likely. He strode off in the direction of his glare.

When I got up, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I smiled at who it was before reading the text.

COURAGE -- Blaine

I smiled as I walked down the hall. My phone was suddenly ripped out of my hand and thrown down. I was harshly pushed against the lockers. My head hit them with a thud.

Courage.

I looked down the hall to see Karofsky going into the boys' locker room.

Courage.

I stormed off to the room and shoved the door open and closed it violently. Karofsky looked behind him from his locker and smirked.

Courage.

"The girls' locker room is next door, Lady face. Get out," he turned around and saw me still standing there.

I walked over to him. I was in his face. I was repulsed. That did it. He popped my top and broke my patience. I was radiating fury.

Courage.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I yelled, my throat hurt to talk. It was almost unbearable because I was yelling but it was well worth it. David was taken aback by my sudden out burst, but he put on his poker face.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you so scared of?!"

"Besides you sneaking in here to peak at my junk?" He looked down at me then turned to mess with his bag that was on the bench.

Courage.

"Oh yeah, every strenuous nightmare that all us gays are secretly out to molest you! Well guess what, Hamhock, you're not my type!"

"That right?" His anger was now clearly visible.

Courage.

"Yeah. I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much or are going to be bald by the time they're thirty!" My voice got louder the longer I yelled.

"Do not push me, Hummel." He raised his fist up to my face.

Courage.

"You gonna hit hit me? Do it." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.

I must have a death wish. No... I have courage.

"Don't," he slammed his locker, "push me," he growled.

"Yeah? Hit me because it's not going to change who I am."

Courage.

"You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

"Get out of my face!" Karofsky screamed. His face was really red. Tears were welling in his eyes.

Tears? Boy, was I in for it.

"You," I raised a finger at him, "are nothing but a scared little boy that can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"

I felt his lips on mine as he pulled my face with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other. I couldn't move. He kissed me with a hateful passion. As if he hated what he was.

I couldn't help but kiss him back. My hand was firmly on his chest. His hand that was in my hair moved to my neck so I took my chance to push him away.

I stood back a foot from him. I gasped for air as my fist pressed against my chest. I could feel the fast beat of my heart. My knuckles were white as Karofsky came toward me again. This time, I pushed him away. Hard.

My hand went up over my mouth as he hit both hands on the lockers. My heart was racing. David pushed past me breathing heavily. Fear and shock were fighting for control inside of me.

I fell against the lockers confused. I needed to get out of here. But, right now, I felt like collapsing in on myself. My world was spinning. The world seemed to be ready to implode.

Fear won.