Hey guys! First fic ever! Yay! Totally in love with this pairing (I had never heard of fanfiction before I heard about them lol) so yeah, here's my wee go at it

BTW, When it's italic that means Kurt (or Karofsky) are thinking

Kay, bye xxxx

Kurt was pacing around the backstage part of the auditorium. He was going to go on the stage and sing but his voice was coarse with how many sobs had left him in the last hour.

"I'm gonna kill you."

The words took over everything important and absorbed Kurt's brain until he could barely stand up straight. He didn't even notice his third button undone on his Marc Jacobs cardigan. Why is this getting at you Kurt? He must throw that word around like it's harmless. He couldn't have meant it, Kurt's heart told him. Perhaps, he's just a little confused. I mean, I would certainly be with a rep to maintain and all the geeks to slushy. This was the voice of Kurt's very forgiving heart. But Kurt's mind (which knew a heck of a lot more) was replaying Karofsky's menacing voice and couldn't help but think it wasn't an empty threat.

Kurt rubbed his cheeks of tears and made his second attempt in an hour to pull himself together.

God

The soprano fixed his buttons and stood up.

Stop getting worked up!

It was still an utter mystery to Kurt why this hurt him so much. Two weeks ago if that complete puckhead said something like that (or worse) to him, it'd roll right off his back like a rock on a hill.

Maybe it was the kiss.

BAM! There it is! The one thing Kurt zoned out of his head has been breached. Call the red alert, here come the waterworks!

"Stop being such an idiot!"

Kurt sat back down for the third time he had walked in. Folding his arms back around his knees. Kurt started to feel slightly sorry for himself. And what reason should he not! He gets bullied his whole life by a neanderthal who can't tie his own shoe laces, (not to mention BUY a half decent pair of shoes) and then he gives him a toothpaste/cheeto tasting kiss! Kurt has every reason to feel sorry for himself!

Oh stop thinking like that!

Oh hello, legs! You still work?

You've been taking stuff like this since the beginning of forever!

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration but seven years of bullying can really do things to you. Lucky Kurt had self control. He respects himself and his sexuality, without that admirable self worth and control Kurt's one of the few who haven't gone crazy or killed themselves.

Killed. . .

Karofsky. . .

Kurt stomped his foot on the ground.

"NO!"

He let out a quiet cry and grabbed his bag.

I need to get out of here.

He got but two paces when he felt the stickyness of the strap. Blueberry. it was the worst! Kurt pulled it close to his face and inspected the damage. For the love of GaGa. Quickly, Kurt took his phone, scarf and biology homework out of the bag and left it underneath an old broken piano. Kurt may be the number one victim in the school for slushy assault and on more than one occasion had been humiliated by bad gay jokes but he had pride enough to not walk around with a stained Ralph Lauren. It was like going jogging with sandals. Pointless and stupid looking. Kurt put his phone in his pocket and wrapped the scarf around his neck with one hand. Another one of Kurt's many talents. He straightened his hat and headed for the door going to the stage.

"And you're not thinking 'bout tomorrow. . ."

Kurt froze. Who was singing? Who was singing so well? Kurt listened further as he crept up the narrow steps.

"'Cause you were the same as me. . ."

O. . .M. . .G. High C. This guy was good (or this girl was bad.) And. . .is that. . . a guitar I can hear? Kurt stopped at the final step and didn't realise the grin stealing over his face.

"Wow", Kurt whispered the word quietly, scared he'd break the moment. He stood back and rested his head on the wall and let the music wash over him. See? One minute you're crying about some dimwitted closet case and all you need is music to help you. You're not that upset!

"Comin' down the world turned over

and angels fall without you there

And I go on as you get colder. . ."

Kurt felt the impulsive need to squeal!

Gosh, he's really good! Much better than Rachel. Hey he'd give me a run for my money (if I made any money)

Whoever this was they possessed the one thing Kurt had always wanted. A deeper baritone. A tenor. If Kurt had that he'd be on broadway by now, for sure.

"And there's no time left. . .for. . .um."

The guitar came to a halt. Kurt couldn't help but giggle. Maybe he had an angel voice, no better than that but at least he could remember the words.

Okay, that's it Kurt, now go up to the stage, down the steps and out the door. Don't get distracted by the absolute GOD on the stage. He was probably putting kit away and going the same way as you. Walk past as if he didn't exist. One step to the stage.

Two steps to the stage. . .

Three. . .

"Oh my God, you're really good! Seriously like Lady GaGa good! Except you're a guy and you can- Oh God, where'd you learn the high C?" Well done, Kurt. Well fricking done.

Just the way Kurt had frozen when he heard his, the boy froze when Kurt spoke, "Um. . .yeah." The boy eventually found his Nike trainers beneath his legs and darted to the dark side of the stage, hiding himself from Kurt's admiring gaze.

"Seriously, you should come here more often or, like, join glee club!"

The boy blushed a little and put the guitar back where he found it. He was considering stealing it but in the end felt it would be much too difficult to get a guitar from here to his pick-up truck.

"Look, um, I'm trin'na do stuff so could you like, y'know, go?" The boy tried to stifle his voice of rage and embarrassment as he turned to Kurt.

Kurt looked hurt, "Yeah, sure but if if you need a singing mentor or someone who can play the piano something hot, just y'know, ask me or whatever." Kurt gave out the slightest chuckle and concealed his excitement. He was befriending a boy he couldn't even see. It was sort of romantic in a weird way.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll do that." The boy went into the light with a menacing look on his face.

Karofsky.

So, yeah :D