Courage. (Klaine boyxboy)

Chapter Five

Kurt's Point of View

When I returned to McKinley I felt kind of lonely, I mean, sure I had Mercedes and the rest of the glee kids but every time I turned a corner I kept expecting to see Blaine there with a big smile on his face, and every time I had to remind myself, he doesn’t go here. It sounds weird but I really want to see him again. I looked at his number in my phone tempted to send him a message, nothing life changing just a simple ‘hi’ I shook my head and put my phone back into my pocket, it’s too soon I only met him yesterday.

I walked into the choir room to see the rest of the guys sitting down in chairs, today is the day the girls perform their mash-up. I sat down and suddenly they came running in clad in leather and tight fitting outfits, and rock music started to play. Living on a prayer by Bon jovi if I’m not mistaken, I’m more of a show tunes kind of guy but that song is a classic.

 They were pretty good actually but about half way through the performance I felt a vibration in my pocket. I slipped my phone out my pocket and unlocked it. On the screen was a single word. Courage. It was from Blaine, it’s amazing how one word can be so powerful and inspiring.  I smiled at the screen. He must be thinking about me, otherwise why would he have sent the text? My smile grew as I thought about that for a while.

The performance ended and from what I actually listened to it was pretty good. I hope the guys have their mash-up choice down cause they are gonna have to be good to beat the girls.

 I walked out the room with my phone in hand just looking and smiling at the text, when suddenly someone pushed the phone out of my hand and me into the lockers. Of course it would have to be Karofsky he looked back at me grinning evilly then walked off.

Courage.

That’s what I needed right now. I got over the initial pain quickly and ran towards him. I had had enough of this; it was time to end it.

“HEY” I shouted down the hallway. I ran towards the changing rooms and smashed the door open. “I am talking to you”

“Girl’s locker room’s next door” he retorted, clever.

“What is your problem?” I asked straight up.

“’scuse me!” you could hear in his voice that he was beginning to lose his cool.

“What are you so scared of?”

“Besides you sneaking in here to peak at my junk?”  Smooth, ‘cause that’s going to offend me.

“Oh yeah every straight guys nightmare, that all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you, well guess what ham hog you’re not my type”

“That right?” funny he sounded a bit offended. Good maybe he will get a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah I don’t dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are gonna be bold by the time they’re thirty” It felt good finally being able to stand up to him, it might mean getting a black eye but all that will do is get him kicked out of school.

“Do not push me Hummel” He was getting very angry now his fist close to my face and his voice was quiet yet threatening, he spoke through his teeth.

“You gonna hit me? Do it.” If he hit me he would be gone. I would tell Figgins or Miss Sylvester, whoever is principle and he will be expelled within no time.

“Don’t push me!” He actually sounded like he was about to cry.

“Hit me cause it’s not gonna change who I am, you can’t punch the gay out of me any more than I could punch the ignoramus out of you” I was really getting angry now

“Get out of my face!” Maybe I was being too harsh; he actually looked like he was crying now. Well this is how he made me feel for the past month. He deserves this.

“You are just a scared little boy who can’t handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!”

Then he kissed me.

I was trying to make a final point before he smashed my face. But it was his lips that hit my face, not his fists.

I can’t believe it the guy that has been torturing me for weeks for being gay is kissing me. I was shocked, I froze. I didn’t know what to do. He pulled away and looked at me. I looked around the room not knowing how to deal with this.

He tried to go in for another kiss but I pushed him away before he could get too close. I didn’t want to kiss him. The only reason I let him before was because I was too shocked to do anything else.

He was actually crying now, He hit the lockers with a loud thud before leaving the room.

I stood there, I touched my lips with my fingers. Karofsky had just kissed me and I just let him.

What made it worse is that he is the only guy ever to kiss me. Karofsky was my first kiss.

Sure I’ve kissed Brittany before, but that didn’t mean anything. That was me trying to get my dad to accept me.

A tear fell from my eye.

I ran out of the changing room and down the hallway and didn’t stop I ran to the nurse’s office and said I was feeling ill. I couldn’t stay here, I needed to get away from this place and think about what happened.

She saw the state I was in and didn’t ask questions.  She rang my dad and he came to pick me up soon after.

We sat in the car in silence. My dad tried to ask what was wrong with me but he could see that I was upset, still silently crying, so after a while he let it go. I ran to my bedroom and jumped on my bed. That was when I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The silent sobs turned into full out crying.

“Kurt, I guess you want to be alone at the moment so I’ll be at the tyre shop, I will be home at around normal time.” He sounded worried but he knew I wasn’t going to tell him about it right now. “We can talk about what’s wrong later.”

I heard the door close and I started weeping into my pillow again.  I stayed like that for what felt like hours. After all the tears had fallen I sat there lying on my bed.

Numb.

I felt the familiar vibration in my pocket and took out my phone.

Another text from Blaine. It read ‘hope everything is okay can we meet up sometime?’

I really wanted to see him right now, since he was the only one that really understood what I was going through.

‘I need to talk to you, something happened today. Not quite sure how to describe it. Coffee shop 6pm?’

I had to tell someone about what happened and for some reason I trusted Blaine. I figured that if I told anyone at school then they would spread that Karofsky was gay and I’d be dead within the hour. Blaine wouldn’t judge and he would realise the importance of keeping this a secret.

My phone vibrated again.

‘I’ll be there.’