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Didn't See That Coming: Chapter 1

Dave Karofsky felt like he was on top of the world. After deciding halfway through to join his friends in the halftime performance, Coach Beiste had let him back on the team. He had just had an awesome block for Finn; one that left the crowd going 'oohhh.' There was only a few minutes left on the clock, enough time for about two more plays, and Dave was sure the Titians were going to win. As the team lined up on the line of scrimmage, he looked up into the stands.

Since there were so many people there, it was hard to pin point who anyone was. He thought he saw his Dad sitting about halfway up the stands at the fifty yard line, sitting with Azimo's dad. Mr. Shue was sitting closer to the field. His eyes continued to roam until he saw one person that stood out: Kurt Hummel.

The boy looked awesome, even from how far away Dave was standing. He had a huge smile on his face and he had his arms linked in that prep school boy's and Finn's mother's arms. Just when Dave was starting to get jealous, Kurt turned his head. Even though they were so far away-Dave standing on the field and Kurt sitting almost in front of the press box-Dave could tell that Kurt somehow knew Dave was looking right at him. Letting out an embarrassed whimper, he ducked his head as Finn called for the ball.

Dave kept his head down, terrified of looking up at Kurt again. He ignored Coach Beiste screaming to get his head up, and forgot momentarily the big speech that the team always got at the beginning of each season: "Keep your head up when going into a block to keep from breaking your neck." No, putting his head up was completely out of Dave's mind. Or at least it was until the huge lineman from the opposing team rammed right into him, a load crack resounding throughout the air. Dave's body exploded in pain as he momentarily blacked out.

He was only out of it for about a second, coming to as he heard the crowd cheering when Sam made another touchdown. He tried to roll over to get up, but panicked when he realized he couldn't move his legs. He whimpered slightly as Finn ran up to him, crouching down next to Dave without touching him.

"Coach!" The quarterback yelled, and soon Shannon Beiste and a medical trainer were standing over him.

"I can't feel my legs," Dave said, breathing hard.

"It's okay, son," Coach Beiste said as she twirled two fingers in the air like a lasso, getting the attention of the ambulance parked behind the far end zone. "We're going to get you to the hospital, okay? Just try to stay still."

"Where's my dad? I want my dad!" Dave moaned as fear trickled through his bones. Finn's eyes trailed across the side lines where all of his teammates had already taken a knee. The crowd was silent and everyone was looking on in horror.

"Finn, go find his parents," Coach Beister whispered as she shoved the quarter back away. A paramedic stepped up, looking over Dave.

"Don't try to take his helmet off!" The man said, somehow fitting a neck brace on under the helmet. At that time Finn returned with Paul and Mary Karofsky right behind him.

"David?" Paul said gently as he took a step forward. Mary reached for her sons hand but was stopped by the paramedic.

"Try not to touch him, ma'am. We're not sure how bad the spinal injury is yet and we don't want to make it worse." Mary brought her hands to her mouth as she nodded, tears running down her face.

A second paramedic appeared with a backboard and a stretcher. The two men worked diligently to get Dave onto the backboard, fastening the straps and using tape to tape his helmet to the board to keep his head from moving. The lifted him onto the stretcher and made their way around the track as quickly as they could. As they moved Dave off the field, the crowd began clapping, giving the injured right guard a standing ovation.

"You're going to be okay, kid!" Coach Beiste said as she walked next to the stretcher. She watched as Dave was loaded into the ambulance, Paul and Mary climbing in behind him. She sighed before going back to her team, standing next to Finn and Puck. The two boys were her captains and they were walking out to the middle of the field to meet the captains of the other team.

"Okay boys, I know this is going to be rough but we're just going to finish out the game," a referee with grey hair and kind eyes explained. "Make sure you explain to your teammates to keep their head up on hits. We don't want something like this to happen to anyone else." The four boys shook hands before running back to the side lines. The Titians moved into a huddle, Finn calling the play.

"One last play guys, we've got to win this for Dave. Punch to Judy right, okay? For Karofsky on three!"

"For Karofsky!" The Titians yelled before taking the line of scrimmage, sorely missing their right guard.

Kurt stood next to Blaine, cocking his head to the side slightly as he locked eyes with David Karofksy. He rolled his eyes as the boy immediately looked down. 'Well nothing's changed, I guess,' he thought to himself as the play was put into motion. His eyes were drawn to Finn who was throwing the ball to Sam. The blonde boy was wide open and ran the ball in for another touchdown, insuring the Titians of a win. As the crowd went wild, Kurt turned with a smiling face to Blaine. Blaine, however, looked horrified.

"Oh my God," he said, pointing to the field where one of the Titians was just laying on there.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, trying to figure out who the boy was.

"He had his head down," Blaine said, shaking his head. "You never keep your head down when blocking. It's a sure fire way to break your neck."

"Who is it?" Kurt asked, looking from Blaine over to his father and stepmother.

"Dave Karofsky," Carole said quietly and Kurt felt his blood run cold. The boy had been looking at Kurt before the play. His head was down because he had locked eyes with Kurt. Although Kurt was mad at the boy-he couldn't really say he hated him-he would never wish something like this on him.

The family along with Blaine watched as the paramedics loaded Dave onto a stretcher and began to take him off the field. As the crowd began applauding the injured teen, Kurt just stood with his hands over his gaping mouth. It took Blaine pulling him close and wiping the tears off his face for him to realize that he was crying.

"It's okay," Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt's hands away from his face. "You don't have to be ashamed at being worried about him. I know that even though he made life hard for you, you still had feelings for him." Kurt sniffled but didn't answer, never tearing his eyes away from the flashing lights of the ambulance.

AN: I hope you like it! I'm not sure how often this one will be updated since I also have a Puck/Kurt story that's already going. But hopefully more will be up soon. Please review!