"Are you fucking serious?", Karofsky asked, closing his hand on a fist, looking at Kurt with pure anger in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you anyway?", Kurt shouted back, tears already in his eyes, the hot dog sliding down his pants.

"I thought you liked sausages", he said, smiling like a predator.

"Just leave me alone! I didn't even come here to talk to you!", Kurt screamed. He was so pissed at Dave for doing that! Why couldn't he even visit Mercedes without being freaked out by that neandertal?

"Why do you think I wanna talk to you?"

Oh. GREAT. He was doing it again. Turning the game backwards, making Kurt feel confused about himself, like he was the one to blame.

"You realize you sound ridiculously stupid right now, don't you?", Kurt asked, the last word echoing in the air, making him feel so good by finally saying what he thought of Karofsky...

Except that that was not what happened. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt guilty. He didn't mean to insult Dave, and he really, really just wanted to hug the other boy and be the friend he needed so much.

"I-I'm sorry", Kurt said, turning his head to his feet, starting to walk again.

"Hey! Dalton bitch!", Karofsky screamed. Kurt turned back, crying, and Dave walked and stopped right in front of him, inches apart. "Let me take the hot dog out of your pants", he said, and Kurt gulped, nodding as Dave slid his hands to get them inside Kurt's pants.