A/N Just something I thought of. Should I update?

Do you think that was OK? Do you think you should've done that? Stop making me think of you. I have more important things to ponder about, and YOU are not one of them. Kurt sighed and slowly shut his locker.

You are not allowed to be in my brain.

It had been two weeks since the "incident", he so lovingly called it. Two weeks tossing and turning in his bed, this mind filled with memories and questions. Two weeks analyzing every shove, had he held onto my arm a little bit too long? Had he looked into my eyes when he taunted me?, every word. Two weeks since the kiss.

Kurt slowly paced towards his classroom, shoveling his way through the piles of high schoolers clogging the hallways. He was like a trout, swimming upstream. Dodge, duck, dive, repeat, swim towards the algebra class, avoid all traffic jams.

Then he heard it.

Kurt could always tell when they were coming. He knew their smell and their sounds. Ivory and sweat mixed in with an overdose of Axe spray. Scuffling, yelling, taunting and laughing. The predator stalking its prey, the predators being the football team, the prey being anyone socially below them.

Dave Karofsky, Kurt Hummel.

The same Dave Karofsky who was on the hockey and football team, loves sports and girls, pizza and soda. The all-American teenage boy, with a twist, the twist being that he kissed another boy.

Don't look at him. Don't do anything. Don't move.

Kurt glanced at the giant before him, the monster with his chapped lips spreading into a dark, evil sneer.

"Sup, fag?"

Reviews are like butterfly kisses.